President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

The surrounding sky seemed to have turned into pitch black at this life-threatening moment. Lin Yifan was enveloped by this dense power. He couldn't see everything around the bed, and he couldn't see clearly either. Miao Zhi, who was lying there unconscious, like.

Almost completely relying on instinct to firmly hold the opponent's wrist, relying on his own energy to forcibly protect the fragile Miao Zhiruo's last hope.

He tried his best to control those energies, complied with his own control, and continuously gathered towards his body, and continuously absorbed the majestic energy along the contacting wrists of the two people.

The part of the evil power that entered Lin Yifan's body was constantly wrapped and swallowed by the law of yin in his body, and finally completely transformed the power in his body.

This process is very long. Under the impact of this huge energy, there is a risk of accidents anytime and anywhere, but now the arrow is on the string and it has to be done.

All the meridians in Lin Yifan's body were completely surrounded by black energy, and their speed of operation had reached a level beyond the reach of ordinary people, and it was inevitable that some serious abrasions would be caused in the middle.

And the center where these energies finally circulate is the small space in his body. Lin Yifan's face at this moment has been completely distorted, and his face turns black and white, intertwining and changing constantly.

In order to prevent this majestic energy from entering the small space and completely unbreak the balance in his body, he almost exhausted all the power in his body to gradually control their speed of operation.

Even so, this energy was still too fast, and it directly squeezed into the small space, otherwise there would be a series of crackling sounds, which made Lin Yifan's head go numb.

But in the end, the hard work paid off, Lin Yifan completely absorbed all the black mist in Miao Zhiruo's body into his body, and the other party's body regained its original calm.

But his own condition seemed to be very bad. His originally thick tendons were knocked down and broken at this moment, but the black energy permeated in the surrounding air was still constantly squeezing into his body through his pores. It made his head dizzy.

He gritted his teeth violently, let go of Miao Zhiruo's wrist who was lying on the bed with his other hand, and tried his best to absorb the continuously increasing energy in his body.

And move them all bit by bit to your own small space, to enrich the law of yin that was born in it.

And Miao Zhiruo's room was surrounded by several serious-faced people, and their attention was completely focused on the constantly moving black mist at this moment.

"Xing Yun, tell me what should I do. The young master pushed me out just now, but he himself stayed inside. There has been no movement for such a long time." Qing Lan held onto the woman beside her tightly. hand, and his tone was full of panic.

Xing Yun frowned, but still patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, "You should be clear about your son's ability, he can handle this matter."

Surrounded by several people, the dense black mist shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally two human figures were gradually revealed.

Lin Yifan half leaned against the edge of the bed with a pale face, his face was still very pale, but after all there was no danger of his life, he took out a large amount of elixir, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and adjusted himself status.

"My lord, how are you doing!" Qing Lan ran up to Lin Yifan with tears in her eyes, looking extremely worried at his pale face.

"I told you just now that it's all right. Don't cry all the time when you're a big girl, or you'll easily become ugly." Lin Yifan has recovered a lot, but his body is still very weak, and he slowly raised his hand to wipe the other person. With the teardrops on her face, she pretended to be relaxed and blinked at the other party, which made Qing Lan cry even harder.

In a forest near Yangcheng, there is a half-human, half-skeleton monster that shuttles very quickly among the tall trees. Its movements are very stiff, but its speed is constantly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly the monster stopped, and slowly squatted on a huge tree branch, with an expressionless face, it turned in one direction very suspiciously.

"woohoo"

All of a sudden, he seemed to feel something very bad, his mouth opened and let out a series of moaning sounds, and it could sense a force suitable for him to absorb. disappear.

And this process was when Lin Yifan gathered the black mist into his small space.

As a result, he was extremely depressed now, Mengdi waved his fist and hit the nearby tree.

"Oh!"

A row of trees fell in response to the sound, and the surrounding dust suddenly flew up. Today's birds and beasts seemed to be frightened. All the birds and beasts flew into the sky and fled desperately. The animals also ran desperately toward the outside world.

"I'm sick!"

Hearing the constant rustling sound, he felt very irritable, and jumped to the ground all at once, moving quickly, completely strangling these small animals to death.

And this face that originally belonged to Nangong Yan has been completely distorted, completely losing the appearance that a human being should have.

However, the movement of his hands stopped abruptly again, and he suddenly felt a very familiar breath again, and it was very close to him.

He took a sharp breath, and then jumped continuously, leaving a black afterimage in the forest.

On the other side of the forest, there was a man wearing a black robe, and there was a huge hat on top of the cloak, which completely covered his face, completely blocking his face.

He held a wooden crutch in his hand, although it looked a little rough, but there was some streamer in the middle, and every step he took was supported by the crutch, but he walked strangely fast.

It is now at the edge of the forest, and occasionally there are some hunters in the forest, but it is very strange that there is no passerby around.

Looking through the huge hat of the black-robed man, one can see that there is some blood on the corner of his mouth, and it is still flowing.

"The blood of these ordinary people is too bad to drink. I know when I can meet one or two monks. Otherwise, when will my injury be healed?" And what he covered under the black robe was Mr. San's face.

For the past two days, he has been relying on the vitality of the ordinary people, and he is constantly repairing his injuries. Only the more human blood he drinks, can he recover as quickly as possible.

Just when he was walking on the road, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his head and stared at the opposite side, even subconsciously wanting to run away.

About 100 meters away from it, a figure of a person slowly appeared, and his body carried the breath of death.

Just as the other party approached, Mr. San saw his face clearly and was shocked. "Nangongyan? Aren't you dead?"

"Woooooooooo!" The other party was very excited the moment he saw him, and the legs made of white bones moved forward quickly, and moved opposite him within a few strokes.

What makes Mr. San very strange is that she can't feel any vitality from the other party at this time, and even has some similarities with his own puppet, but his own puppet is full of bones, while the other party is half.

Nangong Yan quickly jumped in front of the opponent, raised both hands and grabbed towards the opponent, his mouth grinned strangely, and some strange smiles slowly emerged.

Mr. San, who was full of shock, subconsciously stepped back quickly, and the question he asked could not be answered by the other party, and he was not sure whether the other party was still conscious.

But he must avenge the slander that day. Since the other party is not dead, he doesn't mind killing him again.

Turning his head slightly, a dense black gas was instantly produced in his palm, and all the evil power in his body burst out all at once.

And Nangong Yan's very weird face became extremely ferocious again, and he looked at Mr. San as if he was looking at food.

“Very fragrant taste, delicious!”

Nangong Yan tilted his head to see Mr. San's face becoming more and more eager.

"roll!"

Mr. San seemed to have been insulted, and he couldn't help shaking his body, as if he wanted to shake off the obscene gaze of the other party.

In the next second, Nangong Yan appeared in front of Mr. San as if teleporting, opened his mouth and smiled at him, and then bit his shoulder all at once.

The black mist permeated his whole body, flowing towards his mouth very strangely, and the speed was still accelerating.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Mr. San pushed the opponent out all at once, and a huge blood hole formed on his shoulder.

He raised his head almost subconsciously and stared at the other person's eyes, and saw that expression that wished to cut himself open and eat him clean.

"good to eat!"

Nangong Yan licked his lips very satisfied, and his eyes seemed to become even brighter.

"run!"

Mr. San probably only had this thought in his heart. He looked at this Nangong Yan's face, but he was looking at a very strange demon, especially when he looked at this devouring human blood, he was still a little familiar. He was very much like himself who had been devouring the blood of ordinary people before.

He has no intention of complaining about himself now, all the energy in his body has gathered together, and in the next second, he completely disappears like an arrow leaving a string, leaving behind a black shadow.