Super sweet little princess

Chapter 237 His name is Mo Fanchen

"Trojan horse~~ Mengmeng, it's really thanks to you this time, otherwise you would never see me again." Leng Yuling said gratefully.

Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head proudly, as if she was claiming credit for her great idea, but she forgot that she was terrified to death just now, thinking that her actions had hurt Leng Yuling.

"Little guy, I will reward you later, let's play now." Leng Yuling rolled her eyes, pinched Mengmeng's chubby face angrily, and threw her aside.

Leng Yuling has a very serious task to do now, which is to restore Xingyue's soul. With her current strength, there is absolutely no problem.

Glancing at her magnanimous body, Leng Yuling took out a Tsing Yi, put it on casually, and impatiently took out the Soul Shaping Pill and the Chaos Soul Thorn.

The chaotic soul thorn, Xingyue's body, as her cultivation level improved, and certain things in her body were stimulated, the more she could feel the extraordinaryness of this dagger.

Just looking at it like this, Leng Yuling felt that her soul seemed to be attracted to it. This is definitely not a spirit treasure that ordinary real weapons can match.

"Xingyue, you will wake up from your deep sleep soon." Leng Yuling secretly thought, then popped out the Soul Shaping Pill, and hung it side by side with the Chaos Soul Thorn in front of her.

Gently raising her hand, a stream of nine-colored flames emerged in her palm, dancing quietly. She couldn't help but be a little surprised. It seemed that the changes in her body were not limited to herself, but also brought this Guyinghuo also experienced inexplicable changes.

Although she didn't know what kind of changes these changes would bring to herself, she was certain that this kind of change was definitely not simple, and maybe Xingyue could explain it for herself.

"Xingyue, I guess when you wake up, you will be annoyed to death by this lady, right?" Leng Yuling smiled, and then threw the nine-color flame at the chaotic soul thorn and soul shaping pill.

Immediately, the nine-color flame wrapped the chaotic soul thorn and the soul-shaping pill, and the scorching flame kept burning both of them.

The chaotic soul thorn did not change at all, but the soul-shaping pill melted quickly, which surprised Leng Yuling. Compared with the previous pill fire, the nine-color flame was more powerful, and it only took one-third of the expected time It melted the Soul Shaping Pill.

Leng Yuling held back the surprise in her heart, and then carefully controlled the medicinal liquid of the Soul Shaping Pill, slowly blending into the Chaos Soul Thorn.

With the infiltration of the Soul Shaping Pill, the Chaos Soul Spike exuded a familiar aura, which was Xingyue's aura.

Leng Yuling's heart trembled wildly, but she didn't dare to be distracted, and continued to infiltrate the remaining medicinal liquid into the Chaos Soul Spike bit by bit.

Time passed little by little, and Leng Yuling's concentration had reached its limit under the condition of being highly concentrated. Her forehead was covered with bead-sized beads of sweat, and her expression became pale.

At this moment, she realized that restoring the soul for Xingyue was not an easy task at all.She was very glad that she had no impulse to repair Xingyue's soul, otherwise she would not be able to support such consumption at all.

It is estimated that she will die from exhaustion before she can completely infiltrate the chaotic soul thorn with the medicinal liquid.

When the last drop of medicine penetrated into the chaotic soul thorn, Xingyue's aura became more condensed, but Leng Yuling knew that it was not enough for Xingyue to wake up, she had to stimulate the medicine to further stimulate Xingyue soul.

Taking a deep breath, Leng Yuling circulated the Three Lives Art, and the Nascent Soul above the dantian slowly opened its closed eyes, and the powerful true essence gushed out all of a sudden.

With the emergence of true essence, the nine-color flame controlled by Leng Yuling became even hotter, making the surface of the chaotic soul thorn glow red.

"Xingyue, don't sleep anymore, wake up quickly. I have a lot to say to you, and I still have many questions to ask you. Please, wake up." Leng Yuling said deeply, her hot breath The surrounding rocks were covered in red, and Mengmeng took it far away to prevent being hurt by this scorching breath.

Xingyue's aura became more and more solid, as if he could wake up at any time, but Xingyue still couldn't show up even if he missed this step.

Leng Yuling couldn't help feeling anxious, if Xingyue still couldn't wake up, then she couldn't continue at all.

Such reckless arousal of the nine-color flames and the stimulation of the dispersion of the liquid medicine caused her to consume her true essence faster than ever.

With a stagger, Leng Yuling almost fell down. Resisting the feeling of fatigue and weakness, she ruthlessly pressed on her pale lips to cheer up her spirit a little.

However, this was simply treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. She still couldn't stop the surge of fatigue, as if she would fall down at any time.

"Xingyue, you bastard, how long do you want to sleep? Don't tell me you have to risk your life to show yourself?" Leng Yuling murmured dejectedly, and then burned her own blood without hesitation. .

Immediately, the nine-color flame jumped violently as if taking a big tonic pill, emitting an incandescent light.

However, Leng Yuling was already very weak, even if she burned her blood, she couldn't make up for the mental loss.

"Xingyue, your sister..." Leng Yuling cursed inwardly, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell down slowly.

At the moment of falling down, two clear tears fell down, but were absorbed by the chaotic soul thorn in an instant.

With a buzzing sound, a strong ray of light erupted from the chaotic soul thorn, and a white figure floated out, gently catching her fallen body.

"Fool, I kept you waiting." Xingyue hugged Leng Yuling's body, looking deeply into her arms, the pale Leng Yuling felt inexplicably distressed.

He tightened his grip on the beauty in his arms, feeling the familiar soft touch, his heart, which had been frozen for a long time, trembled slightly, as if something buried deep in his heart gushed out.

The next moment, Xingyue twitched the corners of her mouth, leaned down gently, and kissed Leng Yuling's forehead softly.

"In the future, I will not let you suffer any harm or grievances. I want everyone to know that you are my Mo Fanchen's woman, and no one can touch you."

Xingyue's eyes were firm and affectionate. He saw the changes in Leng Yuling, and he also saw that there was something similar to her in this woman.

No!She is Leng Yuling, and Leng Yuling is her, and her forgotten name can finally wake up from the dust for the woman in her arms.

Xingyue, the current Mo Fanchen, slowly raised his head, looking at the dome of this secret realm, as if he wanted to see through it, to the distant sky.

"Is this moment finally coming?" Mo Fanchen muttered to himself, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and worry.

(End of this chapter)