Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 1037 Chuxue Missing 3: Qin Yi in Distress
No matter whether there is or not, let her have a look.At least, he should believe her.

The two hurried to the Linghuang Pavilion prepared by Tongtian Pavilion for the Lord of Nine Stars.

After Ling Chuxue transformed into an ice phoenix beast, Qin Molin thought about it. Erasing her memory could serve as a guardian beast for Feng Xingying.So it was placed in the Linghuang Pavilion.

But at this moment, the door of Linghuang Pavilion was opened, and it was empty and quiet.

"The air smells of blood! Over there!" Feng Xingying shrugged his nose.

The two accelerated again and rushed towards the direction where the blood was coming.

There, lay a man with a haggard face.It's like a fresh fruit that has been drained of half its juice and starts to dry up.

The man's face was more wrinkled than that of an old man, and he no longer showed his original heroic appearance.

"Qin Yi!" Qin Molin recognized him at a glance, and hurriedly poured his spiritual power into his body.

"My lord, I'm sorry. Ice Phoenix was snatched away." Qin Yi's voice also became dry: "I didn't complete the task."

"Don't talk." Feng Xingying first sealed Qin Yi's veins to prevent his anger from continuing to drain.

Qin Yi's tendons are even worse than what he showed.

This situation reminded Feng Xingying of vampires.

It's just that the person who attacked Qin Yi not only absorbed the vitality in his blood, but also absorbed all his spiritual power.

If Qin Molin and Feng Xingying hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Qin Yi really did it by himself at this time.

This method is really terrifying.

The only way to save someone is a blood transfusion!

"My blood was used to save you last time." Feng Xingying looked directly at Qin Molin:
"Now you have two choices, let him die, or save him with your own blood.

If he inherits your blood, he will fall into the torment of the demon blood just like you, and the symptoms may be milder or more serious than yours.

You saved him, maybe, you will kill him instead. "

"Save him!" Qin Molin made a decisive decision, and a deep coldness flashed in his eyes: "You just do it. I believe you."

Feng Xingying nodded.

The reason why the demon blood on Qin Molin's body has been suppressed for so many years is not just perseverance, but also has something to do with his god blood from Linshan.

People in Linshan refused to recognize Qin Molin's status because of his mother's status, but from a medical point of view, they couldn't change his blood inheritance.

But Qin Yi is different, he is not necessarily a descendant of the gods, and he may not be able to bear the terrifying power of the demon blood.

And now Feng Xingying's blood of God has been exhausted, and it will take a year to condense the next drop.It is also impossible for her to save Qin Yi with her own blood.

In this way, saving him may not necessarily mean harming him.

Regarding Qin Yi, Feng Xingying somewhat blamed herself.

When Qin Molin was not around, Qin Yi was always ordered to protect her, and indeed did a lot for her.

And she obviously had a chance to save Qin Yi in advance, but because she didn't trust her instinct, she let go of the best chance.

Now that Qin Yi has become like this, Feng Xingying feels very sad.

But she cannot be affected by emotions.

She is a doctor now, what she has to do is to make her heart as calm as water, so that she can perform blood transfusion for Qin Yi.

In Qin Molin's eyes, Feng Xingying's set of movements was completely weird and unpredictable.

In particular, he was even more surprised that a tube could drain his blood away, and even resisted it a little.

After all, the feeling of blood loss will cause part of the spiritual power of the spiritual person to also flow away.

But because the person who did it was Feng Xingying, he was willing to believe her.

(End of this chapter)