Doctor Nine

Chapter 925 Living People, Dead Souls III
Di Shifang condescended to look at the weak soul body, squinted his eyes, took out a dark spar and threw it in front of the young man.

The majestic power radiated from the soul stone, causing the young man's body to freeze. Instead of going there to get the soul stone, he asked instead: "Why?"

With Di Shifang's dominance, no one should allow anyone to say such things in front of him.

Because in the eyes of Di Shifang, Lu Jiuque is his man, and it is his responsibility to protect Lu Jiuque, and he will never allow others to get involved.

And what does this "acquiescence" represent?
Di Shifang saw the other party's doubts, closed his eyes, his long silver hair became slightly gray, and there seemed to be a layer of mist around him, he said hoarsely: "Ling Han..."

Ling Han.

The boy's eyelashes trembled involuntarily, and his heart felt tight and painful.

He couldn't help laughing at himself, how long has it been since his "death" was called by his name?
This name that once made him proud, but also made him suffer...

That's right, this soul that was nourished by the Prajna Scripture, the "soul" that rescued Lu Jiuque at the critical moment was the soul of Ling Han, the young master of the Lingtian Alliance!

He was born as a ghost, a "trash" who could not cultivate.

After his death, Lu Jiuque was the first time to nourish the souls of Emperor Shifang. He absorbed six souls in total, but only five souls were finally swallowed by the silver dragon. The last soul that survived was Ling Han's soul.

Because Ling Han was born with a ghost, his soul was selected and absorbed by the Prajna Scripture, and slowly cultivated.

The souls obtained from the competition between the Prajna Scripture and Yinlong were all used as nutrients and supplied to Ling Han.

But this time, in order to save Lu Jiuque, his soul, which had just solidified a little, was also hit.

"The emperor has an agreement with your father, which is conducive to your recovery from injury."

As soon as Ling Hanfu heard the words, his whole body tensed up, and his eyes were full of complexity.

In the end, Ling Han stretched out his hand, held the soul stone tightly, and closed his eyes fiercely, fearing that Di Shifang would notice the embarrassment in his eyes.

Di Shifang looked at Ling Han like this, and said calmly: "Ling Han, remember what you said today, if one day you betray her, this emperor will crush your soul with his own hands, and even that broken book can't protect you you."

Ling Han gritted his teeth, and his body sank into the spring water little by little, turning into an ink-colored lotus, wrapping Lu Jiuque around him, before disappearing.

The man who lives, the soul who dies.

Whether he is willing or not, Lu Jiuque and his soul are one.

A trace of complexity flashed across Di Shifang's eyes, he looked down at his hand, and slowly clenched it, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

"Tsk tsk, Di Shifang, why are you going too far? I finally found a holy spring for you. You soaked it for the little girl first, and found a soul stone with a powerful soul. You give it to this little ghost. You are really wasting my mind for nothing."

A carefree voice sounded, and Luanfeng, who was covered in fiery red like a demon, leaned against the jagged rocks, his long and narrow eyes were full of ridicule.

Di Shifang glanced at Lu Jiuque, who was curled up in the spring water with a peaceful expression, dried his clothes in a leisurely manner, then raised his eyes and said, "Luanfeng, put my business aside for now, and go check it out." An easy-to-leave identity."

"Yi Li?" Luan Feng was taken aback, "You mean the kid that Zixia Sect invited back?"

(End of this chapter)