The Evil Emperor's Favored Wife: The Bloodthirsty Demon Concubine

Chapter 56: Misfortune, Blessing 4
Let her quickly gather her consciousness away from the pain.

"As for the memories that are about to be lost, Master, I believe you will find them back in the future."

Hearing the old man's nervous words, Luo Ziyue's heart trembled, she knew the urgency of the matter instantly, she didn't have time to think about it, and quickly entered the meditation state according to the steps the old man said, the old man's quiet voice was very penetrating, directly in her sounded in my mind.

"What you have to do now is to do your best to protect your spiritual sea and prevent other medicines in your body from invading. No matter how fast the medicine is, you must not take a step back, let alone be afraid of pain. Otherwise, you may become a puppet without personal consciousness at any time and be controlled by the enemy."

Luo Ziyue's body slowly stopped twitching, and the whole figure slowly floated up from Song Wenqing's arms as if entering a certain mysterious state, and landed on the ground that had already been vacated.

With a thin figure, it was as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

The beautiful face in the past was covered with extremely hideous and terrifying scars, the flesh was turned outward, and dark red scars ran through the entire cheek, densely packed, without a trace of integrity, and there was still a bright red that had not yet been wiped off at the corner of the mouth , making her look like a ferocious demon crawling out of hell, making people uncontrollably terrified.

"Master, is little junior sister okay?" Song Wenqing asked worriedly.

"After the next wave of severe pain, she will be fine! Brat, if you want to be by your little junior sister's side in the future, you have to practice hard, otherwise, this girl's enemies can kill you in seconds Don't blame your master for not collecting the corpse for you." The old man stretched out his hand and slapped Song Wenqing's head hard, reprimanding him.

Song Wenqing's delicate and handsome face was wrinkled into a ball, covering his head that hurt from being hit by the old man, and muttered: "Master, you underestimate me too much, don't you? Even if you can't catch me easily, it is still enough to protect junior sister."

"Really? If you don't cause trouble for your junior sister, I'm already thankful. There's no need to protect her."

The old man glanced at Song Wenqing with disgust. Song Wenqing's face flushed red with anger. After looking around for a week, he sat down not far from Luo Ziyue, and quickly entered a state of meditation.

However, before he calmed down to practice, he heard a groan of pain coming from his side, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Luo Ziyue.

But found that her body was trembling extremely, her blood vessels swelled, and her white jade-like skin was reddened by fire, distorted and painful.

The veins on her neck stood out, and a trace of blood dripped from the wound on her face. The blood dripped slowly and continuously from her face, which was terrifying and shocking.

Song Wenqing covered his mouth in horror, and looked at the old man, "Master..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by the old man, without giving him any chance to react.

The old man's figure flashed, his back was facing Luo Ziyue, and he appeared in front of the gate, strictly forbidding Song Wenqing to make noise and peep into the room.

The moment they turned around, the clothes on Jing Yu's body seemed to be turned into powder with a bang, under the white skin of jade, a mass of black air could be faintly seen wandering around her body wantonly, destroying her body, the old man didn't turn his head, The silver needle in his hand fluttered, and accurately imprisoned the haunting black air mass, blocking all its escape routes.

"Girl, it may hurt a little next time, you have to hold your breath, protect the sea of ​​spirit, and don't get distracted." The old man whispered to Luo Ziyue.

Three golden needles suddenly appeared in his hand, and his eyes were fixed, and he attacked the black air mass with overwhelming momentum.

An ear-piercing scream resounded through the entire room, causing Luo Ziyue and Song Wenqing outside the door to turn pale at the same time, revealing expressions of pain.

Before the old man could tell, Song Wenqing disappeared in a flash.

Faced with the fierce mental attack, the old man's face remained unchanged, a golden light appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sharp wind of his palm struck towards the golden needle, piercing the black air mass with a whoosh.

"Ah!" Luo Ziyue clenched her hands into balls, her body was tense, her eyes were closed, she raised her head, and a painful moan resounded throughout the world.

Accompanied by her pain, a hoarse and ferocious roar emerged from the black air mass, but before it could take any action, a colorful fluorescent light emerged from Luo Ziyue's body, wrapping her body tightly, It can't cover its ears and swallow the black air mass.

The colorful petals between her eyebrows bloomed with dazzling light, as if time had stopped at this moment, the painful look on her face slowly eased away.

The old man didn't turn his head, and whispered: "Girl, put on your clothes!"

Luo Ziyue was taken aback for a moment, then looked down, and found that she was naked all over, blushed, and quickly took out the clothes from the ring and put them on.

Hearing the rustling sound of dressing behind him, the old man shook his head helplessly, and asked worriedly, "Girl, does your head still hurt?"

"Master, why do you say that, I'm fine, don't worry, what happened just now?" Luo Ziyue asked in a clear and sweet voice with a dark light flashing across her clear eyes.

After she put on her clothes, the old man turned around, looked at her with a frown, and asked, "Do you still remember what happened before?"

"I remember some, but the memory is not coherent, it seems that a piece is missing!" Luo Ziyue frowned deeply, her face was full of confusion, and she tried hard to recall, but after searching, she still failed.

"Girl, remember, no matter whether you still remember it or not, and whether you will remember it in the future, you must tell the public that you don't remember anything, otherwise, the perpetrator will never let it go easily." The old man said earnestly He patted Luo Ziyue's head, supported her body, and made her lie down on the bed slowly.

Luo Ziyue nodded with half-knowledge, "Yes, master, the disciple knows!"

"I asked your senior brother to boil the bath water for you. You should rest for a while. After you rest, you can walk slowly in the room with the back of this chair. This is a rehabilitation exercise. If your physical skills are not completely relieved Before, don't be lazy!" The old man warned Luo Ziyue very seriously, for fear that she would be lazy while he was not paying attention.

"Thank you master, the disciple understands! Don't worry, the disciple will never be lazy!"

After receiving Luo Ziyue's promise, the old man left in peace.

As soon as he left the room, Luo Ziyue's face darkened, and the emotions in her eyes were unpredictable, making it impossible to guess whether she really lost her memory or not?

Or, as the old man said, is it all just a pretense?
(End of this chapter)