Rare Healer Strategy Guide

The sofas in the living room are quite big, He Chan leaned on the sofa cushions, and Yan Xingyu was only a fist away from him.The two of them spent the whole day together, and the closer the night came, the more worried He Chan became.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, watching the program on the big TV screen to digest their food. He Chan took a sneak peek at him, saying that he was fine.

It was almost time, and the two left one after the other and went back to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a shower, they returned to the living room with a body full of steam.

He Chan washed quickly, wiped his hair and waited in the living room, and Yan Xingyu came out after a while.

"Blow your hair." He Chan took out the hair dryer and handed it to him. Although Yan Xingyu has short hair now, He Chan is afraid that he will feel uncomfortable.

"Okay." Yan Xingyu had just finished taking a shower, and he was only wearing a short white shirt, and his good figure could be seen through the white shirt.He Chan thought, wearing too little.

While Yan Xingyu was blowing his hair, He Zhan heated up the milk, and the two of them each had a big glass.Sitting back on the sofa again, He Chan looked sideways at Yan Xingyu, who happened to be looking at him too.

The two looked at each other for a while, looked at each other's lips moved at the same time and said:

"How can I help you heal?"

"Can you hold my hand?"

He said something at the same time, and the other party's words could be heard clearly, He Chan lowered his eyes, and moved closer to him, Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand to him first.

Seeing his palm spread out in front of her eyes, He Zhan took a deep breath.

He Chan wanted to ask for a long time today how to heal him, but it was always difficult to talk about it, and he dragged it off until now.Without thinking again, he stretched out his right hand and clasped Yan Xingyu's hand.

The left and right hands of the two were clasped together, and He Chan could instantly feel Yan Xingyu's slightly lower body temperature. Although the coolness was very comfortable, he suddenly became worried, because Yan Xingyu must be very uncomfortable.

Leaning on the sofa, He Chan found a comfortable position and directly intertwined with Yan Xingyu's arms.

He Chan hasn't been exercising much in the past few days. Compared with Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu's arms are stronger and stronger than his. Even his palms are bigger than his, and his fingers are slender.

In that world, he must have practiced very hard.

He Chan felt the rough calluses on Yan Xingyu's tiger's mouth, and couldn't help thinking.

He Chan subconsciously rubbed back and forth a few times, but this tiny movement made Yan Xingyu stiff.

This kind of atmosphere is a bit weird, but fortunately, Yan Xingyu, who started to feel the spiritual power, began to close his eyes, and He Chan's thoughts were also on him, watching him close his eyes and breathe, his chest heaved, and his face didn't feel uncomfortable look.

He Chan didn't do anything, just watched Yan Xingyu absorb his healing power quietly. After watching for a long time, He Chan couldn't help thinking: Do I really have the healing power?After living for 25 years, He Chan has never felt any spiritual power.

In fact, it is impossible for Yan Xingyu to lie to himself, just, just to hold hands and hug him?Moreover, after He Chan hugged him for a long time last night, Yan Xingyu's abnormally cold body was indeed much better.

If only I could feel the existence of spiritual power like Yan Xingyu.He Chen thought.

Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and accepted the healing spiritual power that He Chan passed on to him. Different from the warm light-like spiritual power passed through the jewelry, the spiritual power that came directly from He Chan was aqua blue and flowed flexibly. His blood flowed through his whole body, slowly seeping into his flesh and blood, repairing his body.

Yan Xingyu was able to "see" spiritual energy. When he had not completely exhausted his spiritual power in the past, his spiritual power was dark purple, which was quite aggressive.Those of them who were brought back to the Devil's Cult by Ruan Yi were all rooted in their bones since childhood, and they can become masters after practicing hard.Ruan Yi is very talented, but he practiced to the point of becoming obsessed.He had discovered his way early on, allowing him to cultivate a spirit beast—a divine object transformed from his own aura.It's a pity that the fiery phoenix bird turned against Ruan Yi later, which allowed Yan Xingyu to follow Ruan Yi's position as the next Demon Sect Lord.

Unfortunately, now he can no longer see his spiritual power.

Yan Xingyu, who was immersed in his own world, didn't know how time flew by. He Chan had been watching for a long time, and when he saw Yan Xingyu closed his eyes and practiced, he also remained motionless, for fear of disturbing him.

After more than an hour, it was already eleven o'clock.He Chan was usually ready to go to bed at this moment, but after thinking that Yan Xingyu in the middle of the night might be tortured by the cold so hard to sleep, he stayed silently and continued to hold the man's hand.

"He Chan, I'm much better." Yan Xingyu opened his eyes again, and said to the people around him, his arm was attached to He Chan's, He Chan was trained thin, but his arms were white and slippery, warm It's warm and comfortable.

Only then did He Chan slowly let go of his hand. The two of them held each other for too long, but because Yan Xingyu's body temperature was so low, he didn't sweat from being bored.

Yan Xingyu let go of his hand in a daze, and gently slid it over He Chan's palm, but there was no expression on his face.

"Yeah." He Chan nodded, "I hope you can sleep well tonight."

"Well, good night." Yan Xingyu received He Chan's blessing, and his brows and eyes relaxed a lot.

Before going to bed, He Chan always felt a little hot and dry. He had never been so close to others before, but tonight he and Yan Xingyu held arms and held hands together all night. The tight and slightly cool feeling still seems to be left.

He Chan, who had never dreamed until dawn, seemed to have a dream tonight. The person in the dream was tall and big, and he looked like a man. When he walked over, He Chan saw his long black and straight hair. Hearing him say to himself: "He Chan, hug me."

He Chan, who woke up suddenly, was beating wildly.

It must be because it was the first time I did such a thing, I thought about it every day and dreamed about it at night, it’s nothing.

He Chan rubbed his hot cheeks and sighed softly.