Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Not long after, Xie Jingshu carried Ye Fengci back to the palace. The dragon soldier guarding the gate called the dragon doctor, "Greetings, Your Highness..." "Dragon doctor, come and take a look." The dragon doctor saw the wound on Xie Jingshu's back, "Your Highness, the wound on your body..." Xie Jingshu sat aside,

"It's just a minor injury, you should take a look at him first, Dr. Dragon."

"Your Highness,"

"Show him,"

Xie Jingshu said in a tone that did not allow for discussion. Doctor Long felt Ye Fengci's pulse.

"Your Highness, he doesn't have much spiritual power, and he has been punished by heaven, so it will be difficult for him to recover for a while."

"How long is one hour?"

"At least five years,"

Doctor Long gave him a magical medicine and used the power of the magical stone to heal his wounds. Xie Jingshu's eyes never left Ye Fengci.

Most of Ye Fengci's spiritual power was sent to him when the fire poison broke out. Now that he has no spiritual power to resist the divine punishment, it is also his responsibility.

"I have secured a solid foundation for him, but the old dragon discovered that there is a bit of demonic power in this child, which is affecting him. If the divine power is weaker, I am afraid that it will not be able to suppress this power."

Xie Jingshu was not surprised. Ye Fengci was originally half demon blood, but the magic of the gods he had practiced since childhood suppressed his demon blood.

Now, it shouldn't be a difficult task to help him quickly recover the power of the gods. "I understand. You can go down." The dragon doctor took out two bottles of spiritual medicine.

One bottle is purple, the other is gold. "Your Highness, I have made you a pill for the fire poison in your body. Although it cannot completely detoxify you, it can alleviate the symptoms."

Xie Jingshu took the purple medicine bottle and said, "Then I'd like to thank Doctor Long." "This golden bottle, give it to him before going to bed every day. It can suppress his magic power and help him recover faster."

After Doctor Long placed the golden medicine bottle next to Ye Fengci, he checked the wound on Xie Jingshu's back and left the palace.

After Doctor Long left, Xie Jingshu sat next to Ye Fengci. The young man lying there had an impeccably handsome face, fair and smooth skin, and an enviable high nose bridge.

He also always felt that Ye Fengci was the most handsome person he had ever seen. When he opened his eyes, he was as handsome as the sun in the sky. Thinking of this, Xie Jingshu shook his head. What was he thinking?

Shouldn't I think about how to heal him? He lowered his head and looked at his chest. Ni Lin was originally the best elixir, but now it has been away from its original body for too long.

The reverse scales on his hand were useless. Only new dragon scales with the original spiritual power would be useful. After exploring Ye Fengci's spiritual source, half of the magic power was ready to move.

Intending to devour the blood of the gods, Xie Jingshu did not hesitate. Dragon scales suddenly appeared, and he tore off the scales above his waist with one hand.

The splattered blood dyed his clothes bright red, his silver teeth were almost broken, his hands could not hold the scales at all, and his whole body was trembling.

Unable to accept such pain, he fell beside Ye Fengci. He crushed the dragon scale with his hand that was holding the scale. The dragon scale turned into a white light and drilled into Ye Fengci's heart.

He suppressed the magic power that was stirring in his body, climbed up with pain, and walked to the ice pool behind the palace. He tried his best to use the black ice to relieve the pain.

He stripped off the bloodstained clothes that were stuck to his body, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and fainted in the pool.

It was already half a day later when he woke up. Xie Jingshu changed into a new set of clothes, simply bandaged the wound, and sat waiting for Ye Fengci to wake up.

"Your Highness, my Highness didn't even tell me that he was back." Before seeing the person, he heard his voice first. As soon as Xie Jingshu pulled his sleeves, Ming Xinli came in.

"Your Highness, every time you come back, you don't come to see me first? You don't have me in your heart at all,"

Ming Xinli glanced behind Xie Jingshu while speaking, with a look of confusion and astonishment in his eyes.

"Why is he here?" Xie Jingshu was even more puzzled than him, "What's wrong with him being here?"

Ming Xinli's face quickly regained its composure, "No, I just wanted to ask why the child is in his hands again?"

Xie Jingshu was a little distant from him at this moment. Ming Xinli had been lying to him, telling him that he was the one who saved him, but he couldn't blame him either. "He was punished by God yesterday."

"Is it seriously injured?"

"A little bit," Xie Jingshu stood up and walked to the window, looking outside. He looked a little thin.

On New Year's Eve, he ate some of the food he made himself and got poisoned. He was also tortured by the fire poison and vomited everything he could and couldn't vomit. Ming Xinli walked to his side,

"Your Highness, can I take care of you?" He said it ambiguously, his tone deliberately prolonged, and his hand touched Xie Jingshu's waist.

Because of the wound, Xie Jingshu did not wear a waist seal, and he happened to touch a piece of dragon scale that had just been pulled out. The skin without dragon scales is extremely fragile.

The slightest touch caused extreme pain. Xie Jingshu was sweating profusely and fell into a chair beside him. His face was in pain. Ming Xinli squatted down and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Ming Xinli saw the clue at a glance. No matter what Xie Jingshu wore on weekdays, he would always wear a high and tight waist belt.

The clothes are also the most fitted, and they have to be tied tightly around the body. Today, I am not wearing an outer robe or a waist belt, so the clothes are loose.

It was tied with just two simple ropes, as if it was afraid of hitting something. Ming Xinli asked, "Are you hurt?"

"A little injured,"

He was in so much pain that he didn't even want to say a word. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. Ming Xinli held his hand.

"Your Highness, can't you take care of yourself? Every time you come back, you are covered in wounds. What on earth have you been doing?" Hearing his anxious tone, Xie Jingshu raised his head.

"It's really okay. Everyone gets hurt when walking outside." As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted. Ming Xinli let go of his hand and stroked his face.

"You don't take care of yourself," Xie Jingshu uttered an unclear nasal sound. His dragon scales were in so much pain that his whole body was shaking.

The excessive pain made him sleep for only about an incense stick of time. He opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at Ye Fengci. Ye Fengci had already woken up, but seeing that he was not awake, he did not speak.

When Xie Jingshu looked at him, his eyes curved with a smile, and for a moment he couldn't tell which was brighter, the sun or him.