Nine Saints.

Feng Lingran took off his **** robes and covered them with shocking scars. Although these scars no longer bleed, the red and white flesh looks horrible and glaring.

Xiao Yu’s eyes are like being pinched, the heart hurts, and the eyebrows are tightly tightened. Nanhua Jun’s medicinal herbs are very effective, and the wounds will soon be taken up. Feng Lingran has taken the remedy already. Two hours, why is the wound not getting better?

Feng Lingran black and fretting, saw Xiao Yan standing on the side, the light and the naked eye staring at the scar on his body, his white lips and slightly open: "Ugly?"

Xiao Yu focused on the injury on his body, did not hear what Feng Lingran said, the dawn of Qing Ling moved to his handsome face: "Well? What do you say?"

Feng Ling took a few steps and walked up to her. He was **** and heavy. He suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and grabbed Xiao Xiao’s little hand and pressed the wound in his chest.

Xiao Yu jumped, violently shrinking his hand, but he was forced to hold down, warm blood, dripping from Xiao Yu's palm.

"What are you doing? Feng Lingran, how much do you think your blood?" Xiao Yu looked at him with anger, and felt that the man in front of him was really a dead, hurt so badly, and still died.

Awesome, hateful.

"Ugly?" He didn't feel the wound hurting. The deep black scorpion looked at her coffin. Looking at her delicate little face was very angry. He raised his brow. She was abandoning his ugly whip marks. ?

Feng Lingran looks a little sad, if it is a general whip, the skin of the slap is open, and the condensed snow dew can be completely cured. In order to deal with him, the blue scorpion is extremely sinister, and the pain is several times that of the ordinary lash. This whiplash is not easy, even if it is good, I am afraid that it will leave scars.

"Ugly." Xiao Yu was very angry, all hurt like this, and the mood to ask her ugly and ugly?

She did not support her wall and served him.

"Do you dislike?" Feng Lingran black shackles firmly locked any small expression on her little face, he was very concerned about her thoughts.

The strength of his fingers is heavier, and the bright red blood flows more from Xiao Yu’s palm.

"Let's relax." Xiao Yu's fingers trembled. He wanted to pull away from his chest. Because of his wounds, Xiao Yu didn't dare to use too much force. She was very angry: "Feng Lingran, you don't let go, you don't hurry." If I have a good injury, I will really dislike you."

After the man came to the Holy Land, it was like a brain with no roots. It was not so unpredictable and wise when it was not in the Regent Palace.

After Feng Lingran heard Xiao Yu’s words, the slender fingers were loose, and the whiplash of the chest was bloody. He didn’t care at all, but the black shackles locked Xiao Xiaodao: “I don’t want to abandon me. ”

"..." Xiao Yu is speechless.

After a while.

Feng Lingran took out a set of clothes from the cupboard. It was the uniform that was issued when Jiusheng started school. He never crossed it. Maybe there is no other clothes here. He can only wrap it around and cover it. Unsightly scars.

Xiao Yu’s hand holding the wound of the smeared wound: “Feng Lingran, what do you do with your clothes? Get off quickly, I will give you a wound medicine.”

Xiao Yu twisted his eyebrows and looked at him with some disappointment.

"It's too dirty, wait for me to come back."

"Feng..." Lingran.

When he finished, he walked out of the dormitory. Xiao Yu wanted to stop him. He didn't have time to go. She chased the door of the dormitory and could not find the figure of Feng Lingran.

Xiao Yu’s mouth twitched and understood. The sentence was “too dirty.” He said the blood on his body.

Xiao Yu thinks that Feng Lingran does not want to be good, and will go to bathe at this time.

Can the wound be soaked in water?

Xiao Yu tightened her eyebrows and walked out of the dormitory and chased it out.

Shortly after Feng Lingran walked out of the dormitory, there was a strange mysterious voice in his mind.

"Do you want the scars on your body to disappear? Go to the bottom of the demon tower to absorb the magic! Only the magic can repair the scars on your body, strengthen your soul, go! Go! Go..."

The mysterious voice seems to confuse people, and it confuses Feng Lingran over and over again.

His bleak twilight gradually became confused, and the pupils in the expansion seemed to reflect Xiao Xiao's delicate face. He was angry at him for a while, and smiled at him for a while, and the voice of the clear spirit moved to his chest. A small mouth, seems to dislike his ugly whip marks.

The voice of enchantment, like the magic sound, penetrates into his heart, digs out the depths of his heart, the most concerned...

Feng Ling was walked in the direction of the demon-stricken tower. Soon after, he walked to the tower of the demon, and the mysterious voice was full of excitement and excitement, just when it thought it was about to succeed.

Feng Ling suddenly suddenly stopped, cold channel: "Who are you?"

The black scorpion he has expanded has been condensed, and what is it that is being tempted?

The mysterious voice stunned. It seems that Feng Ling would not be tempted by it. A few times ago, it was very smooth. Why did it suddenly go bad this time?

The mysterious voice said: "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know, I will help you, make you stronger and more perfect."

Feng Lingran black 眸 flashed over the cool and disdain, Shen Sheng: "I will ask you again, who are you?"