Who was responsible for this?! Could it be that pervert Feng Xiaoxun?!

Luo Qingyu checked other parts of his body and found no scars. It seemed that——

What made him so weak was the wound on his chest.

Luo Qingyu's fingertips gently pressed on the scar. Di Shiyin's body trembled slightly, and a touch of pain appeared between his eyebrows.

Luo Qingyu didn't dare to touch it anymore, looking at the scar in trance.

She has never studied medicine and only knows how to treat and bandage simple wounds. However, the injury on Di Shiyin's body is not an injury in the ordinary sense. I am afraid that ordinary methods will not work at all!

How to deal with it?

If she had known she would have to deal with today's situation, she should have pestered Emperor Shiyin to study medicine!

It wouldn't be like today, holding him unconscious and helpless!

She looked at the injuries on his body again, and suddenly her heart moved!

Intuiting that the shape of this palm looked familiar, she pressed her palm upward——

The whole person seemed to be frozen there!

That palm print matched her palm surprisingly well, exactly. This palm print was actually left by her!

There was a loud bang in her mind, how could this happen?!

How could she do such cruel things to her master?!

Even though he forced her to practice these days, she wanted to slap him away when she was extremely tired, but she would never want to kill him!

This palm looked like she had tried her best, and judging from the scars left by this palm, it was beyond the scope of her Kung Fu skills.

She vaguely remembered the blood-red thing, fighting with her for control of her body——

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there is another soul in my body?!

The blood red color should be a super powerful wraith, right?

When did such a being exist in my body?

How come you never knew?

She closed her eyes slightly, wanting to use the exorcism she had learned to sense the 'things' inside her body.

Just as she was about to use her kung fu, a weak voice suddenly sounded: "Qingyu, don't sense it!"

Although the voice is weak, it is very clear and pleasant.

Luo Qingyu was overjoyed and quickly looked down, and sure enough he saw that Di Shiyin had opened his eyes. He raised his hand to stop her, but his hand only moved like that and then fell down weakly.

The injury he suffered this time was more serious than any other time. The pain in his chest seemed to be turning over. His whole body was weak and he was too lazy to move a finger.

When confronting Feng Xiaoxun, he used all his potential and could only block two of his moves.

And when Feng Xiaoxun used Luo Qingyu to threaten him in the later period, he used all his strength to force himself to stand up straight——

It was as if a knife was stirring inside his internal organs. His face turned pale from the pain, and cold sweat broke out from time to time on his forehead.

"Master!" Luo Qingyu originally liked him when he woke up, but suddenly saw his sudden change in expression, and his heart twisted: "Master, does it hurt?"

A smile appeared on Di Shiyin's lips: "It's okay, it's not too painful."

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