The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Su Luo was planning to refine the elixir immediately, but her current condition did not allow her to do so.

Now, Su Luo’s priority was to treat her wounds. So, Su Luo immediately jumped on the bed, sat cross-legged, and started meditating.

However, before meditating, she subconsciously rubbed the ink-black Communication Amulet and pressed on the name of Nangong Liuyun.

No reply…

She couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed or sad. She silently turned off the Communication Amulet and put it into her space bag.

She was worried about leaving it outside.

Soon, Su Luo cleared up all of her thoughts and entered into a state of meditation.

It didn’t take long for Su Luo to enter the state. Countless bright shiny clustering lights gathered towards her body and quickly mended her injured body.

When Su Luo woke up, three days and nights had already passed.

Su Luo opened her eyes, and the first thing she grabbed was the ink-colored Communication Amulet from her space bag. She quickly opened it and then pressed on the name of Nangong Liuyun.

Still, no reply…

There was unspeakable disappointment in Su Luo’s eyes. Her chest hurt as if a big rock was tossed on top of her - it was very uncomfortable and dull.

Su Luo carefully put the Communication Amulet back into her space bag. Su Luo comforted herself. Nangong must be busy completing his mission. Otherwise, even if there was a little time left, he would take the time to reply to her message.

After comforting herself, Su Luo’s mood quickly relaxed, and her eyes then fell on Sister Wei.

Su Luo’s body had fully healed this time. She was still alive and kicking - completely unrecognizable from the person who was soaked in blood, unable to lift a finger, and severely in pain.

Su Luo lightly jumped out of bed and walked quickly toward Sister Wei.

After three days, Sister Wei’s injuries had mostly been healed.

At this time, Sister Wei was slowly opening her eyes, looking at Su Luo blankly, and shouted in shock: “Are you dead?”

Su Luo angrily smiled. “Of course, I am not dead. If I were, who would treat you?”

“I’m not dead yet?” Sister Wei felt excited, jumped up, and then looked up and down at her own body.

“Huh? This is wrong!” Sister Wei was in disbelief. “Why are there no injuries on me?”

Su Luo amusedly looked at Sister Wei. “Your injuries are healed. Of course, you don’t feel any more pain. What are you thinking?”

“But I was slightly injured before. There was an old man trying to heal me, but my body wasn’t able to heal even after a month has passed!” If that old man appeared in front of her right now, she would beat him black and blue.

Su Luo shook her head with a smile and silently mourned for that old man.

If it wasn’t her Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort and the Emperor Grade pills, how could Sister Wei recover from this injury within a month?

However, Su Luo turned to look at Sister Wei and felt that Sister Wei seemed to change differently.

It should be said she seemed slightly stronger.

Su Luo’s eyes flashed brightly. She grabbed Sister Wei and couldn’t hide her excitement. “Check your body. What’s going on besides your recovery?”

Sister Wei obediently listened to Su Luo and immediately sat on the floor, inspecting her own body.

However, this observation took a whole hour. When Sister Wei opened her eyes again, a trace of panic appeared in her eyes. “Little Luo, not good!”