Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping looked at the feeble girl whose back was thin, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind, and felt sorry for her. This was a carefree and innocent time, but she had to bear the misery that she could not bear in her life.

Mu Hanyan, the only relative's sister, lived and died, Mu Ling, a pure and innocent little girl, suddenly became silent and gloomy, and the innocent and pure smile on her face was never seen again, and there was only endless sadness.

Di Ping sighed slightly. Since Mu Hanyan's death, Mu Ling has regarded Di Ping as a relative, but he didn't have much time with Mu Ling at all. He was trying his best to upgrade the alchemy technique. It took a month to retreat. Pastoralists are caring.

At this moment, looking at Mu Ling so thin that the wind fell down once, I felt very uncomfortable.

"Lingling!"

Di Ping calmed his mind, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at Mu Ling's back and shouted softly.

"Brother Ping!"

Mu Ling's body shook suddenly, screamed in surprise, and quickly turned his head to see Di Ping's face bursting with a smile suddenly, jumped up from the bench, ready to plunge into Di Ping's arms.

But his physique was too weak, and this violent reaction made her eyes black, and her whole person fainted and fell towards the ground.

"Lingling!"

Di Ping’s face changed, and he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hug Mu Ling in his arms, feeling as light as nothing, as if it were a piece of clothing. This made Di Ping’s hair clogged, and the energy surged in his hands and poured into Mu Ling’s body. Healing energy.

Mu Ling's face was pale, her eyes closed tightly, her breath was as weak as gossamer, frighteningly weak, and the tears on her white cheeks had not yet dried.

Di Ping shook his head, and injected his vitality into Mu Ling's body. Mu Ling's body was very strange. The vital energy could only absorb less than one ten thousandths of it into the body. The amount of healing like this might even be capable of even a fusion of yuan realm. After healed, Mu Ling's complexion gradually improved, his face became ruddy again, and his breath gradually calmed down.

Mu Ling slowly opened his eyes again, his eyes were a little confused, and he was confused for a while, and finally came clear, his gaze fell on Di Ping's face, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, turning into two crescents. Looking at Di Ping with a pure smile, he said crisply:

"Brother Ping, you are here, Lingling misses you so much!"

Di Pianyang's eyes were as pure as spring water, but his heart was painful, and a smile appeared on his face quickly, saying:

"Lingling! I'm sorry! Brother Ping practiced and forgot the time for a while, so next time I will spend more time with you, OK!"

When Mu Ling heard this, her face collapsed, her small nose puckered, and she said lost:

"Too annoying, if Lingling could practice cultivation with Brother Ping, it would be great!"

When Di Ping heard the words, he moved in his heart and looked at Mu Ling said:

"Lingling, you can't practice, who told you!"

Hearing this, Mu Ling's face was dark, tears appeared in her eyes again, and she swallowed:

"My sister told me that she took me to find a lot of pharmacists and took a lot of medicines, but none of them were cured. All the money my sister has earned over the years has cured me!"

Di Ping wiped away the teardrops that had already rolled out of Mu Ling's eyes, and said softly:

"Lingling, I can help you see it!"

Di Ping knew in his heart that Mu Ling's inability to cultivate was probably related to her body.

The reason why people can cultivate is to absorb the heaven and earth energy into the body, use the energy to strengthen the body to condense the soul and essence, so as to achieve the sublimation of the essence of life.

But Mu Ling couldn't absorb the vitality into the body, and the utilization rate was less than one ten thousandth, which was equivalent to the vitality insulator, and it was inferior to ordinary people who could not awaken.

"Okay! Brother Ping, please help me see! If I could practice like my brother, it would be great!"

Mu Ling shouted excitedly when he heard the words.

"Okay! Let Brother Ping take a look first, maybe you will find the problem, Brother Ping is a master alchemist!"

Di Ping said with a smile.

Mu Ling stood up from Di Ping's arms, stood in front of him, and closed his big eyes:

"Look!"

When Di Ping saw it, he understood that, for fear that Mu Ling was scanned by people's minds many times, it had become a conditioned reflex, and his heart suddenly changed a little about Mu Hanyan.

No wonder Mu Hanyan likes Montaigne very much, but why would he still help Cumberland? I am afraid that the problem lies with Mu Ling, but Mu Ling is the weakness of Mu Hanyan.

Stabilizing his mind, his mind moved, and he swept towards Mu Ling's body. With just a sweep, Di Ping was taken aback for a moment, with a look of horror in his eyes.