Dressed as the villain master, the boss snapped off his vest

Qingning felt the powerful spiritual power and sword intent, then picked up Ye Qingcheng and flew away, arriving at an open space.

Ye Qingcheng looked at Baili Chenyuan who suddenly appeared, ignoring the pain in her heart, and hurriedly said, "Husband, stop."

Baili Chenyuan flew to Ye Qingcheng's side, snatched Ye Qingcheng from Qingning's hands and held her in his arms, holding the Fengming sword on Qingning's neck with one hand.

Ye Qingcheng lay in Baili Chenyuan's arms and said weakly: "Husband, put down the sword."

Baili Chenyuan obediently put the Fengming sword back into the scabbard, put his arm around Ye Qingcheng, and pulled up her collar with the other hand.

Qingning said: "Qingcheng, this demonic poison is too strong. I wanted to suck it out directly, but my demonic power is not strong enough to remove it."

Ye Qingcheng said: "It's okay, this devil poison is very difficult to cure, Qingning doesn't need to blame himself."

Qingning said: "Qingcheng doesn't need to panic, it's not completely unsolvable. My Nine-tailed Fox clan is born to specialize in healing. I have just injected my magic power into Qingcheng's magic pattern. If Qingcheng accidentally relapses in the future, she will not be as painful as before."

Ye Qingcheng remembered that she had just been so angry that she thought the wound must have split open again, so she said, "Husband, check to see if the wound has split open again?"

Baili Chenyuan pulled open Ye Qingcheng's collar and saw that except for a small hole left by Qingning's bite, the other four wounds were all cracked. A strange look flashed in his eyes.

Baili Chenyuan looked at Ye Qingcheng, who was sweating all over her head, pale and weak. He said to Qingning, "Please save my wife, sir."

Ye Qingcheng looked down at her wound which was splitting open again, and thought to herself: Oh my god, I'm really going to die, wuwuwu.

Ouyang Mingri also saw the four hideous wounds on Ye Qingcheng's heart, and he could only hold the sword in his hand tightly with heartache. Because he used too much force, his wrist joints turned white. He didn't know that Ye Qingcheng was so seriously injured, and he had spent a lot of spiritual energy to heal himself.

Qingning said: "Okay! Please follow me."

Qingning brought Baili Chenyuan and others to his bedroom. Baili Chenyuan put Ye Qingcheng on Qingning's bed and said reluctantly, "Don't be afraid, my lady. Your husband is here with you."

Qingning pulled open Ye Qingcheng's collar and leaned over to kiss Ye Qingcheng's heart. He licked one of Ye Qingcheng's hideous wounds with his tongue and then pierced the wound with his fangs. Ye Qingcheng was sweating profusely in pain when his fangs pierced the wound. His fingers unconsciously grasped the bed sheets tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

Qingning also continued to input a large amount of demonic power into the wound. Baili Chenyuan looked at Ye Qingcheng's painful appearance, feeling heartbroken and having difficulty breathing.

Just when Ye Qingcheng was about to pass out from the pain, Qingning finally let her go. Baili Chenyuan quickly wiped the sweat off Ye Qingcheng's head. Qingning also felt dizzy.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the wound that had been hideous just now. Now there was only a tooth hole left, and there was still a trace of black air lingering on the tooth hole. The wound was no longer scary and not as painful.

Qingning poured Ye Qingcheng a cup of tea and said, "Qingcheng, with my demonic power, I can only help you stabilize two magic patterns at present. I can ensure that these two magic patterns will not cause the wounds to split when your emotions fluctuate greatly."

Ye Qingcheng said: "It's okay, thank you Qingning."

Qingning said, "You will have to trouble this young friend to help Qingcheng recover from the remaining three wounds. Although my demonic power has a healing effect, you are both cultivators, so your spiritual power is more suitable. You can rest here tonight, and I will send you out tomorrow."

Ouyang Mingri said: "Okay."

Qingning walked out of the room after he finished speaking, and Liuli followed him out of the room. When Qingning had just walked a short distance from the room, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then turned into a nine-tailed white fox, and walked towards another room with weak limbs.

Qingning thought: It's not that his magic power cannot heal Ye Qingcheng's wounds, but the magic poison is too strong. He almost exhausted all his magic power to stabilize the two magic patterns on Ye Qingcheng. He really doesn't have a single bit of extra magic power to heal the wounds. He doesn't even have the magic power to maintain his human form.

Liuli looked at Qingning who had transformed into his original form, followed him, and came to a courtyard with him. In the room, Liuli transferred his magical power to Qingning. Qingning opened his eyes and looked at Liuli, then accepted the magical power transferred by Liuli, and used Liuli's magical power as gravity to slowly recover his own magical power.

Inside the room, Ouyang Mingri looked at Ye Qingcheng's wound and said, "Qingcheng, I'm sorry."

Then, a steady stream of white mist flowed through Ouyang Mingri's fingers towards Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Baili Chenyuan held Ye Qingcheng's hand and wiped the sweat off Ye Qingcheng from time to time, and also wiped the sweat off Ouyang Mingri.

With Ouyang Mingri's continuous supply of spiritual power, Ye Qingcheng's two tooth wounds had healed, leaving only two shallow vertical magic lines, and the other three hideous wounds had also improved a lot.

Seeing that Ouyang Mingri had turned pale from transferring spiritual energy to her, Ye Qingcheng interrupted him and said, "Mingri, you can stop now. I'm much better now. There's no need to rush."

Ouyang Mingri stopped transmitting spiritual energy to Ye Qingcheng and said, "Okay, Qingcheng, I'll take a rest and then I'll continue transmitting spiritual energy to you."

Ye Qingcheng smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Ouyang Mingri walked out of the room and went to the next room to sit down and continue meditating and practicing to recover his spiritual power.

Ye Qingcheng looked down at the two magic patterns that were not broken and said happily, "Husband, look."

Baili Chenyuan looked at the two vertical magic patterns on Ye Qingcheng's chest, feeling distressed, and said with red eyes: "My wife, it's all my fault that I am useless and have made you suffer."

Ye Qingcheng raised her hand to wipe away Baili Chenyuan's tears and said with a smile: "Silly boy, it's not you who caused this. Husband, please apply the medicine to me!"

Baili Chenyuan said: "Okay, I will change your clothes first."

Baili Chenyuan knew that Ye Qingcheng didn't like to sleep in dirty clothes, so he took out two sets of clothes from his storage ring, carefully helped Ye Qingcheng change into them, and also changed into a set of clean clothes himself.

Baili Chenyuan took out some facial cream and applied it carefully to Ye Qingcheng's wound. After applying it, he lay on the bed, hugged Ye Qingcheng and said gently: "My wife, go to sleep! Your husband will hold you."

Ye Qingcheng said: "Yeah!"

Ye Qingcheng fell asleep immediately. She was really tired. Baili Chenyuan felt distressed when he saw Ye Qingcheng breathing steadily in his arms.

When she woke up, it was already afternoon. Ye Qingcheng said, "Husband."

Baili Chenyuan said: "Well! My wife is feeling better now."

Ye Qingcheng said: "Much better."

Ye Qingcheng used her spiritual power and found that it had recovered, so she used the cleaning technique to clean herself and Baili Chenyuan inside and out.

Baili Chenyuan just felt a sense of comfort all over his body.