Douluo's sun and moonlight

"boom!"

The door of the room was slammed shut by Shangguan Wei'er. She took the girl who was helped in by the bodyguards in black, and quickly helped her to lie down on the sofa, her brows furrowed.

Xu Lanqing was a little surprised, this is...

The girl lying on the sofa was sixteen or seventeen years old, her brows and eyes were tightly closed, her sickly pale pretty face was stained with blood, her breathing was weak.

There were many injuries, large and small, the heaviest of which was a scar that spread from the abdomen to the heart.

The blood flowed out unstoppably, soaking the pale yellow palace dress red, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was choking.

It looked as if it had been cut open with a sharp object, and there were burn marks.

Not only that, he could faintly feel the evil spirit remaining in the girl's body, which was constantly eroding her body. Fortunately, there was another sacred force suppressing it, so that the blood collapse did not form.

Such a serious injury, even if it recovers, will probably leave scars, which is undoubtedly a great blow to a young girl.

But the most serious thing now is whether he can save his life, and nothing else matters.

"Go and call the healing soul master, and bring all the precious medicinal materials, speed! Quick!"

Shangguan Wei'er's tone was hurried and heavy, she asked the bodyguard in black but kept looking at the angry girl on the sofa.

"My lord, I have sent people to go." The black-clothed bodyguard replied.

Shangguan half squatted next to the girl, with one hand pressing on the horrific wound on her abdomen, slowly and carefully pumping out the strong soul power, trying to stabilize the wound.

But the effect is limited, at most the speed of blood flow will be slowed down, she is not a soul master of the healing department.

"You go back first, and clean up the traces." Shangguan Wei'er said without raising her head.

She still continued to use her soul power to suppress the injury, even if the effect was negligible, but this might give the girl a chance to survive.

"Yes."

The bodyguard in black nodded respectfully and left the room.

Xu Lanqing silently watched what Shangguan Weier did. The other party's concern did not seem to be fake, and the relationship between the two should be very good.

Within a few minutes, the door was pulled open from the outside with a "creak".

An old man in black robe with full head of white hair closed the door and walked over quickly. Shangguan Wei'er took two steps back to make room for him.

The old man first checked the girl's injuries, and his white eyebrows gradually frowned.

Six soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black, emerged, and the third, fourth, and sixth soul rings flickered in sequence.

He pressed the abdomen with one hand, and the soul power full of vitality poured into the girl's body without reservation.

With one hand, he took out a white jade bottle from the storage ring, poured out a strong-flavored elixir, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.

With the cooperation of the two, the injury on the abdomen squirmed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The face of the unconscious girl seemed to be distorted by the pain, and she groaned softly with her tightly biting red lips.

"Old Wen, can it be cured?"

Seeing the pained expression on the girl's face, Shangguan Wei'er couldn't help asking.

The old man known as Wen Lao shook his head and sighed: "The injury is too serious, and the old man's ability is limited, so he can only stabilize temporarily."

"...Then is there any way to save her?" Shangguan Wei'er continued to ask unwillingly.

"It's very difficult and easy to recover. As long as a higher-level healing soul master, coupled with uninterrupted use of corresponding medicinal materials, can recover."

Old Wen's forehead was already sweating, and in such a short period of time, his soul power had been consumed by more than half: "But it's hard to find a high-level healing soul master, and she can't afford to delay now."

As we all know, the number of soul masters in the auxiliary and healing department is not only rare, but also their cultivation speed is slower than ordinary people.

This Wen Lao is a healing soul master resident in the Ping An League, and he is only the sixth ring soul emperor.

It's not that I can't find a stronger one, but that there is not enough time now, and the other party may not agree.

Shangguan Wei'er remained silent, feeling distressed when she saw the girl in crisis.

Xu Lanqing observed silently, without saying much, he turned his head to look at the Bingdi beside him, and before he could speak, the Bingdi said complacently:

"There is no battle outside, and there is no big fluctuation of soul power within ten kilometers nearby. Either the distance is too far, or the fluctuation is too small, so I don't feel it. After all, I don't always release my mental power."

At the level of the Bingdi, even if there is no soul skill like mental detection, he can rely on his control of mental power to detect it, but it is not so accurate and easy to use.

Bingdi paused, and added: "The large fluctuations in soul power I said refers to the qualitative changes of soul masters above soul saints."

"That is to say, was she injured by a soul master at the same level, or did she escape from ten kilometers away?" Xu Lanqing came to this conclusion.

"It's not surprising."

The Bingdi glanced at the girl whose breath of life was disappearing little by little: "It may also be that the other party is too strong and she is too strong, and the breath will be withdrawn as soon as it is released, and I will not sense it."

Shangguan Wei'er finally turned her head to look at Bingdi, she had a general understanding of the strength of the top powerhouse, and a gleam of hope rose in her heart.

"Is there a way to save her?" Her eyes were slightly red, and she asked for help.

"I can only kill people, not save people." Bingdi said lightly.

The world of soul beasts is simple and cruel. Her abilities are all destructive. Even if she is injured, she will rely on her strong physical body to resist forcefully, and occasionally eat some herbs.

"Your Highness, please save the Guyi." Shangguan Weier suddenly turned around and bowed to Xu Lanqing.

For the current plan, only Xu Lanqing can do it. He can take Ye Guyi to the palace, where there is the top healing soul master in the empire.

If it's not impossible, she doesn't want to do this, but Ye Guyi can't die, not only because of the good relationship between them, she has always regarded Ye Guyi as her younger generation.

Also, Ye Guyi is the only inheritor of the Angel Wuhun. If she dies, she will not be able to explain to the other party's grandfather.

The old man who seemed to be on the verge of death, his only hope was ruined, once he went crazy, even the Bingdi might not be able to do anything about it.

Shangguan Wei'er kept bowing, pursed her lips with her drooping head, "Guyi is the member of the Angel family that Your Highness wants to see, and now only she and her grandfather are left in the Angel family, Your Highness must save her! "

"Are you sure I'll save her?" Xu Lan said calmly.

He looked at Shangguan Wei'er who seemed to be unable to get up if he didn't agree, and Ye Guyi whose expression was gradually softening. After all, Elder Wen's treatment was still somewhat effective.

It should last another ten minutes.

Shangguan Wei'er was a little uncertain about Xu Lanqing's attitude. She took a deep breath and made up her mind:

"As long as His Highness can save Guyi, I...I am willing to work for His Highness."

She paused after speaking, as if waiting for Xu Lanqing's response, but there was silence in the air.

Wen Lao, who was being treated, gave a pause, and then continued to treat as if he didn't hear anything. His old face was dripping with sweat, and he was very strenuous.

"I can swear, or you can say whatever your Highness wants to restrain." Shangguan Wei'er couldn't help it, the more time passed, the more dangerous Ye Guyi became.

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