Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

The originally dark space was instantly illuminated like daylight.

The scattered black mist was instantly forced into a corner.

Seeing this, Lingchu pulled Yan Chen over, took him into his arms, and threw a talisman at his feet at the same time, "Break it for me—"

In the next second, Yan Chen felt a dazzling white light, which suddenly lit up.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Lingchu's voice ringing in his ears.

"Yan Chen? Yan Chen?"

Lingchu's voice was full of urgency.

Yan Chen struggled, moved his eyelids, opened them slightly, and saw that Lingchu had been staring at him.

He was at a loss for a moment, then quickly looked around.

Then the darkness around him disappeared.

They went back to the hotel room.

Seeing him wake up, Lingchu grabbed his wrist, checked his pulse, and asked at the same time, "How is it? Do you feel any strange feeling?"

Yan Chen looked down and caught a glimpse of the blood on her palm, his face darkened, and he clasped Lingchu's wrist with his backhand.

Lingchu immediately hissed.

Yan Chen's complexion changed, he loosened his clenched hands slightly, staring at the blood on her palm, frowned and said, "Your hand..."

Lingchu also noticed the blood on his hands, and smiled lightly when he heard the words, "It's okay, this is commonplace for us Taoists."

Blood is the best way to draw symbols.

When there was no chicken blood or black dog blood, almost all Taoists used their own blood to draw symbols.

For Lingchu, this is really a thing that is so common that it can no longer be common.

only……

The current body is not as good as her previous body.

If the previous body had suffered such a small injury, it would have healed itself by now.

It will not be bleeding out like it is now.

Hearing her words, Yan Chen frowned even more. He glanced at Lingchu and remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Immediately, he turned sideways and rummaged through the bedside table.

Thankfully there were some simple first aid kits inside.

Yan Chen took out a roll of gauze and simple disinfection items, preparing to treat Lingchu's wound.

Holding the object, he turned around, looked at the wound on Lingchu's hand, and whispered: "It may hurt, bear with it."

When Lingchu saw the things in his hands, he felt a little strange, "I didn't expect that there are even such things in the hotel?"

Yan Chen explained in a low voice: "This is a habit left over from the past. Whether it's the frequent wars in the past or the increase in the number of people practicing martial arts now, you need first-aid kits wherever you go, so hotels or large shopping malls will always have such first-aid kits. "

Lingchu suddenly realized, "Oh, so it is like this..."

She stretched out her palm and smiled, "Then I will trouble Senior Yan Chen to help me deal with it. Don't worry, I won't be afraid of pain."

Hearing this, Yan Chen glanced at her, pursed his lips, took the disinfectant, and began to treat Lingchu's wound.

hiss--

When the medicine touches the wound, it really hurts.

Lingchu's eyelids trembled, but he insisted on not daring to speak.

However, Yan Chen caught a glimpse of the twitching of her palm muscles and knew that she was in pain.

He looked up at Lingchu.

Lingchu smiled at him.

Seeing that Lingchu didn't want to be exposed, he pressed the corners of his lips down, but instead of tearing it open, he slowed down his movements and treated Lingchu's wound more gently.

Seeing his solemn posture, Lingchu looked a little unnatural, she coughed, turned her mind, and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Senior Yan Chen, don't you want to ask me what happened just now?"