Deviating from the World: The Dark-bellied Demon Venerable is too presumptuous

Chapter 389

This sentence sounded a bit melancholy, with a wry smile, if it wasn't for Ling Yehuang's face and his attire, maybe others would think that he wasn't the one who looked down upon everything.

The white-haired old man glared at Ling Yehuang, "Don't say such depressing words, it won't matter if you lose a soul, concentrate on recovering this injury first, your spiritual power is in a mess now!".

Although the tone was not very good, it was full of concern, and the transmission of spiritual power in his hands never stopped.

Ling Yehuang raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes as deep as an ancient pool flickered, and she lowered her expression slightly, cutting off the spiritual power sent to him by the white-haired old man.

"I can do it myself," he began to concentrate, calming down the violent spiritual power in his body.

The white-haired old man sighed helplessly, "You bastard, can't you save some face for the master, do you have to be so stubborn."

As he said that, he withdrew his spiritual power and let Ling Yehuang recover from his injuries, while he stood aside, frowning, as if he wanted to make sure that Ling Yehuang was safe.

Slowly, due to the spiritual violence around Ling Yehuang, the spiritual energy around him in the air was turbulent and unstable, and gradually stabilized.

Adjusting her own spiritual power, Ling Yehuang's skin color gradually became normal with her eyes closed. After a stick of incense, Ling Yehuang slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes suddenly became bright.

"Okay?" The white-haired old man hurriedly got up from the only remaining chair next to Ling Yehuang when he opened his eyes, and came to his side, grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse.

A trace of warmth flashed across Ling Yehuang's deep eyes, "It's all right, master, don't worry."

He has never met his parents since he was a child. It is the white-haired old man in front of him who brought him up. Even the former leader of the Mosha organization is the white-haired old man in front of him.

Without this person in front of him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know where he was.

"Tch, don't worry, then the last few layers of the exercises are not allowed to practice anything. It seems that there is no danger now, but who knows what will happen."

Whispering, the white-haired old man glared at Ling Yehuang angrily, and was about to beat him up, but he felt the cold aura on his body, so he didn't dare to do it.

Ling Yehuang smiled, "Okay, I know, I won't joke about my life." Just now it seemed like a minor injury, but he really felt very uncomfortable in his body, just like what his master said, if he insisted, he would There is a lot of trouble.

The white-haired old man raised his beard, and looked at Ling Yehuang with energetic eyes, "How many times have you told me this, boy, I will listen, no, I have to guard you recently, and I will learn from you when I grow up so old." Not good, really!".

"Master, you are getting more and more verbose, comparable to Wu Ya." Ling Yehuang's eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curled into a nice curve, and he said solemnly.

Immediately, the white-haired old man blew his beard and stared at him with anger, "You're the one who is long-winded!".

"Master, I seem to feel a breath." Ling Yehuang got up, walked to the window and said, the window is riddled with holes, all caused by his violent spiritual power.

Including those fragile decorations in this house, including the luminous pearl on the wall, were all damaged by the shock.

"Breath, what breath?" The white-haired old man's thoughts were probably still on Ling Yehuang's long-winded question just now, and he didn't notice Ling Yehuang's expression at all.

After finishing speaking, I remembered something, "You mean to feel another soul, no?" Nothing has changed for so many years, but now you can feel it? .

(End of this chapter)