[Douluo] Social Terrorism Rescue Plan

Ye Lingling opened the porcelain bottle, and a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly wafted out. She was about to pour it into Shenhu's wound.

Suddenly, someone held her wrist, and she looked along her arm towards Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian looked serious, "The soul beast may not have the spiritual intelligence to understand what you are doing." It is very likely that the Xiaofeng Divine Tiger will recover with Ye Lingling's help before hurting people. He is sure to stop it, But he didn't want to see Ye Lingling's good intentions being let down in the end.

Ye Lingling was stunned, her wrists froze in the air, and then she gently stroked Shenhu's head, "Be good, don't be afraid, we are saving you."

There was a hint of stiffness in his tone, and he was obviously not used to speaking like this.

Feng Xiaotian was dumbfounded by her expression, but slowly let go of the hand holding her wrist.

Shenhu's eyes were confused, and he rubbed his huge head against Ye Lingling's palm. As if he understood their words, he whimpered and retracted his claws completely.

Ye Langling tried to pour a whole bottle of medicine onto the wound. In an instant, an unpleasant smoke mixed with fishy stench and medicinal fragrance spurted out from the wound.

With a flash of white light, all the sharp claws of the Sao Feng Divine Tiger popped out instantly, its limbs twitched, and it was about to turn over and stand up.

Feng Xiaotian had already reacted well, swinging his six wings quickly behind him, picked up Ye Lingling from behind and quickly took off into the air.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Lingling realized something was wrong.

Shenhu still maintained his previous movements without moving, his limbs twitched in pain, and twitched from time to time. His mouth opened wide, revealing a pair of sharp white teeth, and he kept making roaring sounds.

Feng Xiaotian slowly landed on the ground with Ye Lingling.

Ye Lingling immediately stood next to Shenhu, holding the Nine-Hearted Begonia in both hands, with three soul rings attached, and three rays of light falling on Shenhu.

Coupled with the ointment, the wound healed at the maximum speed. White pus continued to emerge from the wound. Soon, blood flowed out, new tissue proliferated, and pink skin slowly grew along the edge of the wound.

The Shenhu's painful roar gradually subsided, his spirit improved visibly, and his chaotic eyes gradually became radiant.

It bent its forelimbs, retreated and knelt on the ground, spit out its dark red tongue full of barbs, and cautiously approached Ye Lingling.

Feng Xiaotian was even more nervous than Ye Lingling, and his fists clenched unconsciously. Looking towards Ye Lingling, she didn't expect that she was not afraid. She even stretched out a small white hand and put it on Shenhu's face, with a faint smile in her eyes.

The outer gauze of Ye Lingling's white skirt was torn off with just one bite from Xiaofeng Shenhu. Fortunately, it was blocked by the inner lining, so it was not exposed.

Shenhu didn't know that he had gotten into trouble and wanted to take another lick.

Ye Lingling chuckled, like a clear ringtone, took a step back, squatted down, and looked seriously into Shenhu's eyes, as if coaxing a child, "Don't lick it."

She held the damaged gauze and placed it in front of Shenhu, "Look, it's broken after just one lick."

Shenhu pulled back his neck and tilted his head to look at her, his eyes full of confusion, as if he was talking about something.

However, Shenhu gave up the idea of ​​licking her again and rubbed his big head into Ye Lingling's arms.

Ye Lingling could feel the softness of the fur on Shenhu's face and the high body temperature. Shenhu rubbed it, but he didn't control the strength. Without paying attention, Ye Lingling was pushed and fell to the ground.

Sao Feng Shenhu's movements instantly froze, motionless, and he was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Ye Lingling was attracted by the cuteness of Shenhu's silly movements, and a smile spread from her chest. She couldn't hold back her smile, and buried her face in her knees, her body shaking constantly.

No way, classmate Lingling was made to cry? Although Feng Xiaotian witnessed the whole process, the Shenhu was so big that he thought the Shenhu was too strong and hurt Ye Lingling. When he stepped forward, he realized something was wrong.

Ye Lingling wasn't crying, it was obvious that she couldn't suppress her smile.

He also had a relaxed smile on his face, taking the opportunity to feel the touch of Sao Feng Divine Tiger's fur. The Shenhu made a big jump and was thirty meters away from Feng Xiaotian. His eyes showed disapproval. It was obvious that he still held grudges against Feng Xiaotian's wind blade before. He didn't even touch a hair.

"Hey, what can I say, I am also your benefactor, why are the soul beasts treated differently?" Feng Xiao was about to go up and argue with Xiaofeng Shenhu.

Shenhu had just regained his energy and was not afraid at all.

One person is a tiger, one roars, and the other loudly retorts, and the exchange of curses goes back and forth.

Ye Lingling was left aside in the cold. Amidst the shouts and curses of one person and one tiger, Ye Lingling stood up on her own and patted the dust on her skirt.

"Let's go, are you childish?" Ye Lingling reminded.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, night fell unknowingly, and smoke curled up in the distance, revealing the smoke and fire of the world.

"Ouch, it's all your fault, it's so late." Feng Xiaotian put his hands on his waist and nodded Shenhu's head with his finger.

The divine tiger roared and rushed forward with lightning speed.

Feng Xiaotian reacted quickly. He flapped his wings on his back and led him back. When he retreated to Ye Lingling, he picked her up and took off into the air, leaving the Howling Wind God Tiger jumping on the ground trying to reach them.

Ye Lingling had a calm look on her face. The physical contact with Feng Xiaotian in the past few days had made her break through the bottom line of contact with others.

The key is that Feng Xiaotian's contact has legitimate reasons. She has no way to refute it and can only accept it by default.

It's a pity that Feng Xiaotian doesn't know Ye Lingling's psychological activities and has no intention of inserting willows into the shade, otherwise he might have secretly had fun at any time.

Feng Xiaotian put down Ye Lingling not far from the middle, and the two walked towards where the staff were. It was getting late, the staff was no longer at the door, and the long tables and chairs had been removed.

The hut behind him lit up with yellow light, and the smell of food came from inside.

"The staff also work in shifts. Many students forget time while practicing, so they stay here at night." Feng Xiaotian knocked on the door and explained everything to Ye Lingling in detail.

"Please come in." The staff's voice came from the door.

When he opened the door, he was indeed different from the staff in the afternoon. A big man with a beard was lowering his head and sucking noodles. Without raising his head, he pointed at the cabinet behind him and said in an unknown voice, "Look for it yourself."

On the chest of drawers behind him, wooden signs were hung in order. The first one hung with a red string was the wooden sign that Feng Xiaotian took out that morning.

"First one, thank you." Feng Xiaotian said politely.

The "bearded man" raised his head, and the impatient expression disappeared from his face. When he saw Feng Xiaotian, a flattering expression appeared on his face instantly, making him a face-changing master in the new era. Before he finished chewing the noodles in his mouth, he stood up quickly, took the number one wooden sign, bowed his body and presented it with both hands.

Feng Xiaotian's expression remained unchanged. Even if he disliked such behavior in his heart, he would not show it on his face.

Accompanied by the background sound of "Young Master, go well", Feng Xiaotian and Ye Lingling embarked on the road back to the bamboo forest.

The sound of footsteps stepping on fallen leaves was amplified in the quiet night. The two walked in silence, without the usual noise of Feng Xiaotian.

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian was actually very troubled in his heart, and he was struggling silently in his heart.

Ye Lingling's gaffe during the day was brushed aside, but her momentary loss and indifferent eyes still revealed her vulnerability.

Feng Xiaotian didn't feel annoyed at the time. He had some intentional thoughts and a little stimulation, hoping that Ye Lingling would pay attention to this matter. As an auxiliary soul master, if he wants to have good teammates to improve his strength, it is best to take the initiative. make change.

In his judgment, Ye Lingling was emotionally indifferent and was born lacking the emotions of normal people. He was unable to empathize with the sufferings of people around him, so he refused to get along with everyone.

But despite the extreme resistance in her heart, she did not make any move to resist his approach. Feng Xiaotian guessed that the reason for this was because she was a sparring partner who could improve Ye Lingling's strength, which meant that Ye Lingling had extremely high expectations in her heart. Only with the desire for strength can you restrain your inner instinct of shrinking.

Although I don’t know where this desire comes from, it’s good to have motivation. However, the changes she made were not enough. Her withdrawal and silence were all her subconscious resistance. Only by eliminating these resistance instincts could Ye Lingling truly become a normal soul master.

But when Ye Lingling insisted on saving Xiaofeng Shenhu, he realized his misunderstanding. Ye Lingling is willing to believe that Shenhu will not attack them again. This shows that she is kind-hearted, still full of goodwill towards things, and not indifferent to emotions.

"That's common sense and it's wrong to say that she is cold by nature, but for the reason of improving her strength, the judgment can still be maintained." He scratched his head, his hair became extremely messy, "Then why did she become like this? It's so difficult, no wonder Teacher Qin, throw this mess to me!"

Ye Lingling watched quietly as Feng Xiaotian suddenly rubbed his hair vigorously and paused.

She comforted herself that it didn't matter, Feng Xiaotian always made some weird moves, or maybe he just forgot to wash his hair.

Feng Xiaotian raised his hand: No, listen to me, I am

When we were in the high-end venue, it was getting late but there was some light. But at this time, in the dark bamboo forest, there was only a distant light waiting for them.

The familiar smell of food wafted over, and Ye Lingling quickened his pace.

"We're back!" Feng Xiaotian shouted loudly with a smile on his face, as if he was returning to his own home without any pressure.

He looked at Qin Ming, who was sitting on the sofa, and looked at each other, then turned and ran to the kitchen, "Hey, brother Shi Mo, thank you for your hard work cooking for us!" After saying that, he patted Shi Mo on the shoulder to show encouragement.

Later, he moved his position and joined the Fengyuosluo team to provide revelations about the matters they were discussing.

I have to say that Feng Xiaotian is more like a member of the Imperial Fighting Team than Ye Lingling.

Hey, hey, no, wait a moment, everyone comes to their senses.

Feng Xiaotian, what's the matter with your messy hair?

Lingling, why are your skirts torn?

What did Feng Xiaotian do to you? ?