Wear it quickly, she's beautiful

Chapter 283
Liancheng nodded, the guard consciously stepped forward to guide the old man to prescribe the medicine, and two more people came to help Su Yanqing leave, Ziling obediently followed.

After leaving the dungeon, Su Yanqing was placed in a room, and Liancheng sent a servant girl to stay up late to feed the medicine, and only after his face became rosy and his breath calmed down did he leave in peace.

The two men who suppressed her took her to the darkroom of Liancheng's residence, and brought her a bowl of black soup before closing the door and leaving.

There were only the two of them left in the dark room.

Liancheng sat in a wheelchair with his back to the book she was reading.

Ziling drank the bowl of black soup that restored his spiritual power, and a bitter breath immediately filled his lips and teeth.I thought that Lianjia is really powerful, and such a remote thing can be researched.

It took some time for his spiritual power to recover, so Zi Ling simply found a place to sit down in the dark room, propped his head up and looked at Liancheng, only to see that he treated him like nothing, without even turning to look at him.

The outside world's rumors about Liancheng's extensive books are not false.

Ziling was speechless looking at the dark room which was arranged like a study.

There are a wide variety of books, ranging from astronomy and geography to biographies, everything that one expects to find.

After a while, Zi Ling felt a slight heat in his body, and a dryness rose from the bottom of his heart. His fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and his palms were hot and sweaty. Looking at Liancheng again, he actually put down his book and turned the wheelchair to face him, with an indifferent expression.

Just when Zi Ling almost thought that he had been given that kind of drug, his limbs and bones suddenly felt as comfortable as a hot spring flowing, and the feeling of returning spiritual power was full and full.

Liancheng looked at her quietly, his dark eyes sparkling in the bright candlelight.

"Can we start now?"

Pushing the wheelchair to reach Zi Ling, Lian Cheng obviously couldn't wait, but still maintained a noble and indifferent demeanor.

Zi Ling nodded, a trace of silver-white spiritual power overflowed from his fingertips, Liancheng's pupils shrank obviously, the lustrous spiritual power had already invaded his body, like a hot current circulating in his body, very comfortable.

Liancheng closed his eyes, his years of anticipation were about to become a reality, and he was so rational that he couldn't control his excitement.

Zi Ling manipulated the spiritual power to flow to the meridians of his legs. Lian Cheng's legs were as slender and perfect as his appearance. If he could stand up, he would be a handsome long-legged uncle, and he did not shrivel up.

But his legs seemed to be nothing, and he didn't even feel half of the needles and silver thorns, as if he was an individual who did not belong to this body, and was not driven and controlled by nerves at all.

While the spiritual power was circulating, Zi Ling felt as if he had encountered a closed door, blocking all the spiritual power out, without the slightest gap, and there was no way to enter.

Ziling intensified his spiritual force and mobilized more spiritual power to break open the door, but it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, the door was still intact, and Liancheng, the bearer of the burden, was already in great pain.

He felt like countless sharp knives were gouging out his flesh and blood bit by bit, the pain of Ling Chi was nothing more than that.

Ziling tried for a while, Liancheng's face turned pale from the pain, and he broke out in cold sweat, his hands almost crushed the armrest of the wheelchair made of golden nanmu.

The spiritual power returned in vain, and the consumption was astonishing. It was as if Zi Ling had fought with the Crescent Moon Shadow Guard again, and his whole body was almost drained.

Withdrawing his spiritual power, Liancheng still suffers from the pain of gouging out his bones with his eyes closed, and it seems that it will not go away for a while.

Seeing his appearance was quite pitiful, Zi Ling raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and he couldn't bear the exhaustion of spiritual power before his eyes darkened and passed out.

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