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"Is the devilish energy in his body really corroded so badly?"

Duan Xi's face was sullen, and his mood had never been so bad.

Sitting in front of the bed was a young man in white with black hair and a warm smile.

Because he was afraid that the spiritual energy entering his body would make Wei Lin's situation worse, the young man could only use the most primitive method to check.He put his hand on Wei Lin's wrist, and after a while, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.He frowned suspiciously, and his fingertips moved with his pulse.

Seeing his serious face, Duan Xi felt a little worried for some reason, and asked, "But what's unusual?"

The young man let go of his frowning eyebrows, shook his head after a while and said, "It's nothing, I probably made a mistake."

Perhaps it was because of the erosion of demonic energy that caused the pulse to be disordered, otherwise, how could he detect the pulse of joy in a man's pulse?

The young man deeply felt that he was not good at medicine, maybe he should travel around the world like his master.

He carefully checked Wei Lin's pulse again, then turned around and asked Duan Xi: "Did he get wind just now?"

Duan Xi pursed her lips, remembering that in order to hurry, she flew back with a sword.

He nodded.

The young man rubbed his forehead with one hand, and sighed helplessly, "Backlash is just one of them, and the other is that his physique is too weak. Fortunately, he still has some foundation, otherwise I will have to find a way to snatch him from God right now."

While talking, the young man got up and walked to the desk in the room, and wrote a prescription with a pen.

After drying the ink, the young man handed the prescription to Duan Xi, and told him: "Try not to let him blow the air in the future, and keep warm, let alone be exposed to heat."

Holding the prescription in his hand, Duan Xi was silent for a while, and when the young man was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Is it possible to cure his obsession?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, obviously he couldn't understand that Duan Xi would ask such a question, but he still told the truth.

"There is indeed a possibility of a cure, but it is not great, and the price of the cure is too high, and the medicine is hard to find."

The possibility of cure can be said to be almost zero.

Immortal cultivators use spiritual power as their foundation. Once they get mad, the demonic energy will quickly erode the spiritual power in the body. At the least, they will not be able to improve their cultivation level, and at worst, their spiritual energy will be exhausted and they will die.

"In addition to the erosion of the devil's energy in his body, there seems to be another mysterious force that absorbs his vitality while counteracting the devil's energy. This is why his spiritual power collapses faster than ordinary people, and he is even so weak that even one The reason why everyone is inferior."

"It should have been a month since he went mad. It is already a miracle that he can live for so long."

Duan Xi listened without saying a word, but he clenched the prescription tightly in his hand, and the knuckles of his fingertips were so hard that they turned white.

A month, exactly after that event.

Duan Xi had to suspect that Wei Lin's obsession might have something to do with that incident.

He pondered for a moment, and he didn't know what kind of mood it was. He looked at the young man with resolute black eyes: "If I insist on curing him, how sure are you?"

The young man was stunned and shook his head: "Changlan is not good at learning skills, not even [-]%. If Master and the old man come out, maybe he can be [-]% sure."

The person on the bed whose face was flushed with burns groaned in pain, Duan Xi took a deep look, and suddenly let go of his hand.

He said: "I see."

Hearing this, the young man backed out, and at the moment before closing the door, he happened to see Duan Xi who was still resolute just now, who wanted to save someone, tore up the prescription.

As a medical practitioner, he naturally knew that if Wei Lin's wind and cold could not be cured this time, [-]% of them would have to go to the gate of hell.

He frowned slightly, and tightened his hand holding the door frame, and finally closed the door without saying anything.

Duan Xi stood in front of the bed silently for a long time, if not for the slight sound of breathing, he would have had the illusion that he was a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Xi turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Wei Lin only felt that he was thrown into the ice cellar for a while, and roasted on the fire for a while, and he was so uncomfortable that he was in a daze.

He vaguely heard someone talking in his ear and wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Not long after, the conversation stopped, and then the sound of the door being opened and closed was heard.

The room returned to silence, and the temperature in the room seemed to become colder as the person left.

The pain that was almost gone in his body suddenly came back, Wei Lin frowned in pain.In addition to the pain like being cut by a knife, the chill on his body didn't stop for a moment. Even though he was covered with a heavy bedding, he was still shivering with cold.

After suffering for half an hour, Duan Xi came back again, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand.

Before entering the door, he paused for a moment, then walked in as if nothing had happened.

The person on the bed seemed to be very cold, his pale fingers clenched the quilt tightly, but he was still shivering from the cold.

Duan Xi stepped forward to help him up, his movements were not so gentle, he pinched his chin to force him to open his mouth, and then poured the soup into it.

After doing all this, he got up and was about to leave, but he felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Don't... go..."

As if afraid that he would leave, she clenched her thin white hands tightly, pulling out creases and creases in the hem of the clothes.

Duan Xi was hesitating whether to break his hand away, when the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The golden eyes didn't have the slightest focus, and stared at him for a long time, the eyes were full of strangeness, and it took a long time before he seemed to wake up with a start, and quickly retracted his hand.

Wei Lin's face was flushed red, which just happened to cover the rapidly red ears, so that he would not be too embarrassed.

He was a little at a loss, just now, he seemed to be begging Duan Xi not to leave.

Shame!

He was obviously just in too much pain, but it seemed that every time Duan Xi approached him, the pain would ease a bit. The body's self-protection instinct prompted him to subconsciously want to keep Duan Xi when he realized that Duan Xi was about to leave.

It wasn't his intention to say that.

Duan Xi seemed to have discovered something interesting, folded his arms, and raised the corners of his mouth jokingly: "Master Wei Gu didn't let me go because he liked me?"

Wei Lin pursed his lips, he didn't know how to refute, even though he was half asleep and half awake with a fever just now, but those two words were indeed spoken by him.

In terms of the relationship between them, those two words are too ambiguous.

He stiffened his neck, faltered for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "I didn't call you."

The face of the person on the opposite side darkened visibly, "Who is Guzhu Wei calling?"

Wei Lin strangely heard a trace of gnashing of teeth from the calm tone, he just took it as an illusion, turned away his face and whispered: "Who am I calling, what does it have to do with you?"

Duan Xi took a deep breath, snorted coldly, turned around and stepped out of the room.

The door of the room became a punching bag for the innocent, and was slammed shut by a sleeve wind.

Wei Lin heaved a sigh of relief as he was alone in the room.

The decoction he just drank began to take effect, and he blinked sleepily, but at this moment, his chaotic thoughts prevented him from falling asleep, and he stared blankly at the dark pattern on the top of the bed.

Wei Lin thought that he must have been a villain for ten lifetimes before, otherwise how could God torture him like this?

Abandoned by his parents, framed by his friends, and still trusting his so-called friends until he died, it was ridiculously stupid.

The only thing that is more fortunate is that I can't die, and I have transmigrated into a novel I have read.It's also time-traveling, the protagonists of those time-traveling novels can rely on the plot to pass the level smoothly, but when he came, the plot has collapsed into a dog, even if he knows the original plot, it is useless.

The golden finger of the Unpredictable Prophet is equivalent to being crippled, and his body is still damaged due to madness.

But no matter how bad the situation was, the original owner had given him a new life.

He didn't know where the original owner had gone, but the remnants of the original owner's thoughts had been affecting him, urging him to live well.

Wei Lin twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hands in front of his eyes, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "You want me to live, but you don't let me know what to do, you will really make things difficult for me."

The original owner didn't leave any clues, and even his subordinates didn't know whereabouts. Under the condition that he didn't have any memory of the original owner, fulfilling the original owner's last wish was simply as difficult as climbing the sky.

Wei Lin let out a long breath and decided to go with the situation.

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