Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

As the man fiddled with Situ Ling and sat cross-legged, he continued, "There are mostly women in the Fengxiang Building, except for the juniors who don't practice martial arts, the rest of the male shadow guards also only practice the one side branch of my Feng family. The pure yin inner power of the pulse."

"So, only a man who has practiced pure yang inner strength is the only one who is recruited."

After saying that, Feng Lan couldn't help but sneer.

This Ouyang Lian, there are some things that he does not have, but he remembers it quite clearly.

Thinking about it, the man suddenly glanced at the little guy who nodded suddenly.

Fortunately, his little girl is a little girl.

Otherwise, her Xiangjia Jiyang martial arts, whose strength is probably comparable to her own, will definitely make her attack faster than Situ Ling, and deteriorate faster.

After thinking about it, Feng Lan shook her head with emotion.

Immediately withdrew his thoughts, and put his hands in a stance of luck.

He said, "It's about to start, Xing'er."

"okay!"

Xiang Xing nodded like smashing garlic.

Then, he imitated Feng Lan's posture and used his own internal strength.

In an instant, two inner breaths, one purple and one red, converged in the palms of the two.

Under the man's gaze, the little guy took a deep breath and put his hand on Situ Ling's back at the same frequency as him.

After that, in a split second, the two of them both stimulated their inner breath and transmitted their inner force to Situ Ling.

But for a moment, the little emperor who was still unable to bow his head instantly straightened up, and two faint rays of light, one purple and one red, were faintly visible, and they began to move rapidly all over his body.

As the internal force dissipated, Xiang Xing even saw that there were wisps of dark blue smoke faintly rising from the top of Situ Ling's head.

They seemed to be forced out of the body, and soon after they came into contact with the outside air, they disappeared directly.

- It really works!

Xiang Xing sighed faintly.

The next second, he was stunned by the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes on the opposite side, and lightly reprimanded: "Take back your mind, don't go crazy for a while!"

"……Oh."

The little guy suddenly puffed out his face like a child who did something wrong.

He didn't think about anything else, he just closed his soft eyes and seriously healed Situ Ling.

I don't know how long has passed.

Situ Ling, who had been unconscious until now, suddenly made a "wow" and bowed suddenly.

He spit out a large mouthful of black blood, and Feng Lan's clothes were covered with mottled black marks.

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Xing saw the little emperor groaning and swaying, as if he was about to lean back.

She was stunned, and reached out her hand subconsciously.

However, Feng Lan took the lead, taking advantage of the gap between Situ Ling's back, and quickly shot, clasped his shoulders and stopped him from the next move.

After signaling the little guy to give up with his eyes, he let go with some disgust, causing Situ Ling to lie back upright on the bed again.

But this time, he was no longer unconscious, but like a nightmare, subconsciously frowning and shaking his body.

He seemed to be muttering something vaguely.

"……Um?"

Xiang Xing was a little curious, so he could not help poking his head, and stretched out his ears to listen.

But in the next second, someone was directly carried by the back collar, and he took a few steps back.

"What are you doing so close to him?"

Feng Lan didn't seem to be able to hold back, and hummed softly.

He paused again, coughed a few times, and made a supplementary explanation, "There is still that poisonous inner breath circling around the sage, so it's not good for you to practice pure yang martial arts, do you know?"