Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 455 Xiao Ning's Injury Is Wrong
"Feng Ting helped Ping Jian again."

There was also a little exclamation in the tone of the red-robed man.

"Yes! If it wasn't for Feng Ting, Xue Bu's revenge plan would have been successful." The man sighed.

"Only people like Ping Jian who value love and righteousness can make Xue Bu's plan succeed." The red-robed man looked at the south and said.

"Yes, it's true that Ping Jian is too attached to affection, which is his weakness."

"It's also his strength." The red-robed man said.

The man in Tsing Yi heard his master say that being simple and emphasizing friendship is an advantage, he was somewhat surprised.

"When you come, go and help Hang Ming."

"Yes, I'll go to Chief Hang right now," said the man.

"Don't go."

Just as the man was about to leave, the man in red suddenly changed his mind, which surprised the man.When the master seldom backtracked, he stood there, waiting for the master's orders.

"You go back and let the brothers of the Zhu family bring Chilu to Tiandu."

"Yes, master." The man agreed, and seeing that the master had no other orders, he turned and left.

The man in red continued to admire the koi in the pond, and there was a little more smile in his eyes.He's clearly happy with the way things are going at the moment.

……

In the middle of the night, Feng Ting was a little tired from practicing, so he walked out of the room, opened his arms, relaxed his body, and breathed in the cool air.

Suddenly, a black wind-like ray of light flew into the room.

A look of surprise appeared on Feng Ting's face, he immediately turned and walked into the room, and closed the door, creating a soundproof barrier.

In the room, there was already a thin man in black. His face was also dark, and he naturally exuded a chilling chill.

"Xuanhu middle class! Congratulations." Feng Ting laughed.

"As I said, I will be able to come to you after stepping into the middle level of Xuanhu Lake." Although Xiao Ning's expression was cold, there was a hint of arrogance.

"Xuanhu mid-level is equivalent to the strength of Fencheng mid-level. At your age, you are definitely the strongest boy in the world." Feng Ting said.

When Xiao Ning heard this, a little haughty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Do you really think I'm the strongest boy?"

"Of course, is there a boy who is stronger than you?" Feng Ting asked.

"Probably not anymore." Xiao Ning smiled slightly, he was very thin, his face was dark, and with his arrogant appearance, he looked more like a child.

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Your appearance matches your age."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting with a smile on her face: "Do you think I'm small?"

"It was very small." Feng Ting's words were from his heart.

"Although I am very young, I am about to die." Xiao Ning said, staring into Feng Ting's eyes.

"I won't let you die." Feng Ting now found that Xiao Ning seemed to be getting more and more afraid of death, and reminded her that she was sick from time to time.

"I hope you can do what you say." Xiao Ning said.

"I will definitely do what I say." Feng Ting promised.

"Then tell me, is there any progress?" Xiao Ning asked.

"Three months later, the Holy Academy will hold the Xuanbing Conference. I want to win the championship, and enter the library of the Holy Academy to look up classics and treat your illness." Feng Ting said.

"Another three months?" Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting and said, "I can save less than two years of my time."

"I know, I will definitely not let you die."

"If I'm going to die, I'll take you with me."

Hearing Xiao Ning's threat again, Feng Ting was not afraid at all, he said calmly: "If I can't cure your illness, I would rather you take me to die together."

"Okay." Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting aggressively.

"Sit down, I'll check your pulse." Feng Ting said.

"It's still the same, there is nothing to diagnose." Xiao Ning said.

"Sit down." Feng Ting sat down first.

Xiao Ning frowned slightly, didn't object anymore, and obediently sat beside Feng Ting, putting her hands on the table.

Feng Ting's fingers rested on Xiao Ning's wrist, and a chill immediately invaded his fingers.Although the lethality of the cold air leaving Xiao Ning's body dropped sharply, Feng Ting was still very careful.He activated the healing flame, released a warm breath to resist the cold, and penetrated into Xiao Ning's body to check Xiao Ning's physical condition.

After being injured in Yaoyu last time, the chill in Xiao Ning's body was obviously stronger.It's been a long time, and it still hasn't returned to its original level.

Feng Ting felt a little guilty about this, and he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? Am I going to die?" Xiao Ning asked coldly.

"Don't always die, die, do you want to die?"

"Of course I don't want to die."

"If you don't want to die, don't always talk about death."

"Then you must be able to cure my illness, so that I can survive."

"I will definitely be able to cure it." Feng Ting said firmly.

"Okay, I'll trust you once." Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting and said.

"If you don't believe me, who else can you trust?" Feng Ting retorted.

"I can only trust you, but so far, besides asking me to help you kill people, and giving me some Huo Rong Dan, what else have you done for me?"

Feng Ting was powerless to refute, but just raised his head and glanced at Xiao Ning, trying to stimulate the healing flame in his body to make the warm breath more intense.

Xiao Ning raised her eyebrows and said, "If I also have a warm breath like yours in my body, maybe my illness won't need to be treated."

"The aura in my body can indeed make you feel less cold, but the constant combination of cold and heat will do great harm to your body. So, even if you have a warm aura like mine, it will only make you die faster, and I can't save your life." Feng Ting said.

"Then how do you treat my illness?" Xiao Ning asked back.

"It can only be separated, not forced to suppress." Feng Ting said.

"Easy separation? Easier said than done? This chill has been in my body for 18 years, and not only has it not diminished, it has become more and more fatal." Xiao Ning's expression was a little sad.

"With me here, I will definitely lose the chill." Feng Ting said solemnly.

"I hope." Xiao Ning's gaze softened suddenly.

Feng Ting stopped talking, but just warmed Xiao Ning's meridians with warm breath.Xiao Ni also enjoyed the warmth at this moment, and he quietly closed his eyes.

What Feng Ting said just now is not all true, the warm breath in his body is actually not the warmth of temperature, but the omnipotent healing power.It's just that this power carries heat. If Xiao Ning has the healing flame, it will definitely be able to cure the cold in her body.

However, the warm breath that emanated from his body was mostly warm, but there was very little healing heat, which was not enough to cure Xia Ning's illness.Not only can it not cure the disease, but if too much warm air enters Xiao Ning's body, it may also attract a crazy counterattack of cold air, causing more serious consequences.

Therefore, Feng Ting didn't want Xiao Ning to rely too much on his warm breath. Every time he sent the warm breath into Xiao Ning's body, he would do it in moderation, and he would not deliberately make Xiao Ning feel less injured.

Half an hour later, Feng Ting's hand left Wan Xiaoning's cold wrist.

Xiao Ning opened her eyes, and there was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.He looked at Feng Ting and said, "Give me the elixir, I should go."

"Not urgent."

"Is there anything else?" Xiao Ning looked sideways at Feng Ting.

"fine."

"It's okay, what do you want me to stay here for?" Xiao Ning's brows furrowed again, but her body was relaxed.

"I just want you to stay and sit for a while longer," Feng Ting said.

Xiao Ning glanced at Feng Ting, then sat up with her thin body, not looking at Feng Ting anymore.

Feng Ting also sat quietly, not saying anything, just sitting quietly.

Time passed quietly, Xiao Ning did not speak, neither did Feng Ting.

After a long time, Xiao Ning seemed to feel something was wrong, she turned to look at Feng Ting, and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uncle Lan said you were hurt when you were born?" Feng Ting didn't answer Xiao Ning's question, but asked Xiao Ning.

"Yes."

"You were so young when you were just born, how could you withstand such an attack?"

"Uncle Lan said that he was chased and killed when he took me away, but he was swept away by spiritual power." Xiao Ning said.

"No." Feng Ting's eyes fell on Xiao Ning's face, and he said, "If it's just swept, if it's just swept with spiritual power, why does it last for more than ten years?"

"My enemy is very strong. Even a powerful person like Lan Bo dare not leave Donghai." Xiao Ning said.

"Still wrong."

"What's wrong again!" Xiao Ning said angrily.

"No, no!" Feng Ting said two things in a row, then stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the sky on the plateau, the chill in his eyes was cooler than the night.

Xiao Ning came behind Feng Ting and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Ting didn't answer Xiao Ning, he had an answer in his heart, but he didn't know whether he should tell Xiao Ning, let alone whether he should tell Xiao Ning.

Xiao Ning's indifferent eyes showed eagerness, and asked: "Feng Ting, what's wrong, tell me quickly!"

"call."

Feng Ting suddenly let out a foul breath, then looked back at Xiao Ning, and asked, "Since you can remember, have you followed Uncle Lan?"

"Yes."

"Then how old do you remember?" Feng Ting felt a little inaccurate as soon as the words came out, so he said: "When is the furthest thing you remember?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ning frowned slightly, thought hard, and said, "The farthest thing I remember is that island in the East China Sea. I think I was three years old at that time."

"Three years old." Feng Ting asked after a short pause, "What do you remember most clearly?"

"Uncle Lan healed me." Xiao Ning said, "I remember that Uncle Lan was exhausted every time he healed me."

"How does Lan Bo heal you?" Feng Ting asked.

"Use spiritual power to dispel the cold air." Xiao Ning said.

Feng Ting looked into Xiao Ning's eyes, paused for a while, and then asked, "What else impresses you the most?"

"Of course it's the pain of being frozen by the cold air." Xiao Ning said.

Feng Ting's brows trembled slightly, and he gently raised his hand, placing it on Xiao Ning's head.He was a head taller than Xiao Ning, and Xiao Ning was sick and thin, like an adult stroking a child's head.

(End of this chapter)