The Paranoid Emperor’s Black Moonlight Shizun

It hurts……

He seemed to be a soft dough, and the whole person had no resistance, and was rubbed and rubbed freely by a large invisible and powerful hand until all the flesh and bones were crushed and re-kneaded again. ... and the whole process, he couldn't even move a finger.

The pain that was tossed and crumpled and re-kneaded, I don't know how long it lasted before it gradually eased. Then, there was a very gentle spiritual force, slowly flowing in from the Lingtai cave of his vest ... After a long time, that gentle spiritual force changed again, and became a bit cold ... Then later, it changed again. It's very warm and smart ...

"Um ..." Qiu Yutong almost exhausted his efforts to breastfeed, and finally lifted his heavy eyelids.

The scene in front of me gradually changed from blurry to clear. This is an open-air pool with a radius of more than a square. The water is warm and ironed, filled with hot white mist, and dozens of petite ink-colored water lilies are faintly visible on the water surface, emitting a faint fragrance .

Qiu Yutong vaguely felt that this pool seemed very familiar, but at this moment, his mind was so confused that he couldn't remember for a while, where is this place. It took a long, long time before he slowly reacted. This is ... Molian Lingchi flying to Fenghoushan?

He returned to Feilaifeng?

Qiu Yutong froze for a moment, and felt very dull that he seemed to have a slender and warm hand that was clinging tightly to his spine, and in the palm of that hand, there was a lively spiritual force, positive source Constantly input into his body.

He opened his lips with great effort, just want to ask something, but suddenly choked violently: "Cough cough ..."

The person behind shocked suddenly, let go of his hand suddenly, broke him over and shouted in surprise: "Little brother, you, are you awake ?! My God! You are really awake!"

Qiu Yutong stared blankly at the person in front of him, his voice hoarse as if he had been severely polished by sandpaper: "Brother San, I, what's wrong with me?"

Sang Lingxi didn't answer his question, just held his shoulders tightly and looked at him up and down, a beautiful and suave face, full of joyful joy: "Ah, alas, finally woke up, I finally woke up ... yes, how are you feeling? "

"Cough, okay." Qiu Yutong coughed twice and blinked in confusion, and he was a little puzzled. What's wrong with him? How can Brother Three be so happy? He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be chasing down the skies, jumping off the Cuiwei Hantan, and then ... and then he woke up.

Sang Lingxi looked at his dumbfounded pale look, and frowned again: "You are too weak, this won't work, I'll give you some spiritual power."

He couldn't help but put his hands on the shoulders of Qiu Yutong's shoulders, wanting to convey spiritual power, Qiu Yutong quickly grabbed the other's wrist: "Brother San, don't give me spiritual power, cough ... I , I'm fine now. "

Sang Lingxi stared a pair of peach blossom eyes, and was extremely dissatisfied to the extreme: "Why, you still despise my spiritual power? Although my spiritual power is indeed not as pure as that of the brother in charge, it is much better than the ice knot of Brother II. Oh, by the way, you probably do n’t know yet, when Brother 2 practiced the Ice Sword Technique last year, he lost three months of spiritual power to you, and almost did n’t freeze you to death. In contrast, when I gave you spiritual power, I never got out of the way.