Chapter 1176: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (61)
The man was playing with Situ Ling, sitting cross-legged, and continued, "We are mostly women in Fengxiang Tower. Except for the juniors who don’t practice martial arts, the rest of the male movie guards only practice the one next to my Feng’s house. The pure yin internal force of the pulse."
"So, only the sage who is a man who has also practiced the inner strength of pure Yang has been recruited."
After that, Feng Lan couldn't help but sneered.
This Ouyang Lian, some things that didn't, I remember very clearly.
Thinking about it, the man glanced at the little fellow who nodded suddenly.
Fortunately, his little girl is a little girl.
Otherwise, she might be as powerful as Xiang Jia Jiyang martial arts, it is bound to make her strike faster than Situ Ling, and deteriorate faster.
After thinking about it, Feng Lan shook his head with emotion.
Immediately he withdrew his thoughts, and put his hands in the posture of Yun Gong.
He said, "It's going to start, Xing'er."
"okay!"
Xiang Xing nodded like garlic.
Then, he learned Feng Lan's posture in a decent way, and also developed his own internal strength.
In an instant, two inner breaths, one purple and one red, gathered in the palms of the two.
Under the man's gaze, the little guy took a deep breath and put his hands on Situ Ling's back at the same frequency as him.
After that, the two of them both urged their internal energy within an instant to transmit internal force to Situ Ling.
But for a moment, the little emperor who was still unable to bow his head instantly straightened up, and two faint lights, one purple and one red, were faintly visible, and they began to move quickly all over his body.
With the divergence of the internal force, Xiang Xing could even see that a cloud of dark blue smoke rose vaguely on top of Situ Ling's head.
They seem to have been forced out of the body, and not long after they were exposed to the outside air, they scattered all around.
——It's really effective!
Xiang Xing sighed with emotion.
In the next second, he was slightly glared at by the beautiful peach-blossom eyes on the opposite side, and lightly reprimanded: "Retract your mind, don't get into the mood for a while!"
"……Oh."
The little guy suddenly puffed his face like a kid who did something wrong.
He didn't think about anything else, just closed his soft eyes, and seriously healed Situ Ling.
I don't know how long it has passed.
Until then, Situ Ling, who had been unaware, suddenly made a "wow" and bowed sharply.
He directly vomited a big mouthful of black blood, spraying out Feng Lan's clothes with mottled black stains.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Xing saw the little emperor groaning and swaying, as if he was about to lean back.
She was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to reach it.
However, Feng Lan was one step ahead, taking advantage of the gap between Situ Ling's backward movement, swiftly took advantage of Situ Ling's back, buckled his shoulders, and stopped his next movement.
After signalling the little guy with his eyes to give up his position, he let go of his hand in disgust, causing Situ Ling to lie back straight on the bed again.
But this time, he was no longer unconscious, but as if having a nightmare, subconsciously frowned and shook his body.
There seemed to be something vaguely whispering in his mouth.
"……Ok?"
Xiang Xing was a little curious, so he couldn't help but poke his head, and stretched his ears to listen.
But in the next second, someone picked up the collar of the back and took a few steps back.
"What's wrong with being so close to him."
Feng Lan didn't seem to be able to hold it back, and snorted slightly.
He paused again, coughed a few times, and explained to himself, "There is still that insidious inner breath circling around the saint, it is not good for you to practice pure Yang martial arts, don't you know."