After crossing, I became a group pet

Chapter 82 Slaughter and Save His Spiritual Power Source

Even people born in the dark will be overwhelmed by the long-term dark life and become slaves to animal nature.

Once these irrational people are found, they will be thrown into the forbidden forest and let them kill each other.

There are restrictions in the taboo forest, like a huge natural cage, these people can't get out no matter how they go.

He can't see in the dark, and he can barely see things clearly with his spiritual eyes.

At the root of the tree lies a broken body, which has been chewed to a mess.

He didn't like the smell of the Forbidden Forest, it was a rotten smell full of blood and decay.

He covered his nose in disgust, the more he walked in, the more irritable he felt.

He killed a few people who didn't have long eyes to provoke him, black blood flowed from the sword groove, his face didn't change, and he continued to walk in.

The sound of chewing flesh and bones came from behind the tree, he pouted in disgust, and walked over with his sword in hand.

Those who were enjoying the food immediately turned their heads when they heard the rustling sound behind them, grinned at him, and roared like a beast to drive away the enemy.

Biological instinct told them that the man in front of them was not easy to mess with, but it was the first time they had eaten such delicious food, and they didn't want to give up.

He frowned when he saw the little shadow on the ground that had been gnawed to the point of inhumanity, and leaped across with a sword flower. The light of spiritual power brought a short-lived light to this sinful forest.

The corpse fell to the ground, lifeless.

The broken shadow on the ground seemed to move, and the broken fingers moved slightly.

It's all like this, and it's still alive.

The unease and anxiety in his heart seemed to be hooked by his slightly moving fingers. He covered the position of his heart, and his clothes were crumpled.

He couldn't feel a trace of spiritual power on the figure. He walked over slowly, squatted down in front of the figure, flipped over with the scabbard, and found a string of bracelets on his bare wrist. Huai and Su Mu's spiritual power breath.

His mind was completely flustered, he took off his clothes to wrap around the figure, picked him up and quickly left the forest.

His camp was built on the edge of the sea of ​​light and the sinful purgatory. The light here is not strong, it is dim and dark, and many lights need to be hung to allow people to live here normally.

Rushing into the camp, he called for the doctor.

When the doctor saw the person lying on the bed, his hands were trembling. Can this person still live?

"Master Su, this person... I'm afraid he won't survive."

Su Fuqian pressed his head and forced him to look at the crippled body: "I want you to save him, life or death!"

When it came to dying, Su Fukuan clenched his hands tightly.

The doctor frantically took out the disinfectant and dabbed it on the wound of the disabled body. Judging by the figure, this person is still a teenager. Alas, how could a half-grown child suffer such a crime.

The doctor took out the panacea from the bottom of the box from the storage space and fed it to the boy.

The young man has a strong sense of survival, and he even took the initiative to swallow the medicine. The doctor felt the obsession with life from him, and couldn't help feeling guilty. He even suspected that the young man would not live.

This is an insult to life.

The doctor rolled up his sleeves, no matter what happened today, he would save him.

The young man was covered in cuts and bruises, the upper and lower flesh had traces of human teeth biting, a few fingers were missing, and a large piece of flesh on his chest was gone. His pale ribs were exposed, and the heart inside could be vaguely seen—a weak beating heart.

The eyes were swollen, there were two black and red holes, and the face was covered with blood.

After the disinfection, the doctor lit an incense and burned the wound on the young man's body with the bright red incense head, so that the wound would scab in a short time and stop bleeding.

After treating the wound on his body, the doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked someone to bring a basin of warm water, wet the towel to wipe off the blood stains on the boy's face little by little, only to find that the boy's face was There was actually a deep gash on his face from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth.

The doctor was stunned.

Seeing the immature face under the blood stains, Su Fuqian shook his body and bit his finger.

The doctor's towel was washed and washed in the basin. After cleaning his face thoroughly, the water in the basin was red.

The eye injury cannot be cured for the time being, only some medicine can be applied to him. The scar can be cured, but the process is very long.

The wound...was too deep.

After finally treating all the wounds, the doctor was about to collapse. He stood up and bowed to Su Fu, and stood up: "Master Su, why did he suffer so many injuries? Who is this child?"

Su Fukuo paused every word, staring intently at the boy on the bed: "My younger brother."

Su Qingmian vaguely realized that he had been rescued, he heard the sound of the sword piercing through the flesh, and then he was picked up by someone, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.

So warm.

Su Qingmian felt the warmth of the rescuer's chest, it's really good, if this is a hallucination before death, it's also very good.

At least he didn't die in the cold.

Consciousness floated up and down, someone was moving around on him, hissing——

Don't move him, it hurts.

The brain's self-protection mechanism has expired or something, how can I feel pain again.

This brain is not very reliable.

Medicine smell?

Wow, what a strong medicinal smell.

Something came into his mouth, it was bitter and astringent, Su Qingmian's consciousness told him that it was medicine.

Swallow it, swallow it, the medicine can save him.

He has to live.

He hasn't seen Ling Yesheng yet, and he hasn't waited until the family is reunited, so he can't die.

After the medicine entered the stomach, its power spread warmly throughout the limbs and bones, diluting the pain, and Su Qingmian fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up again, he felt that someone was burning himself with fire. The burning pain was not pleasant. Su Qingmian thought what was going on, do you want to have a barbecue?

In the boundless sea of ​​burning pain, Su Qingmian lost consciousness again.

After leaving that warm embrace, he couldn't tell whether it was safe or not. Even if he was in a coma, Su Qingmian was so unconscious that he would force himself to wake up every once in a while and listen to the movement outside.

"...Who is this child?" He heard someone say.

"My younger brother." Someone replied.

Su Qingmian was relieved and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed of a person with an overly gentle face. In his impression, he was always wearing navy blue clothes, and he always frowned with a pair of beautiful brows, as if he would get angry anytime, anywhere.

He clearly has You Sheng Chunshui's gentle face, but his personality is extremely hot.

He likes to practice swords, and he also likes to teach him how to practice swords, but because of a certain sword move, he is so angry that he frowns into Himalayas.

Su Qingmian smiled slightly in her dream, and uttered a few babbles: "Second Brother...Second Brother...I'm in pain."

Su Mu, who had been by Su Qingmian's side for three days, heard a voice rushing to the bedside: "Qingmian? Say a few more words when you wake up."

As a result of a slight lucidity of consciousness, the pain of the whole body surged from all directions.

Su Qingmian hissed.

Listen, are you still human?

He was already like this, and he was asked to say a few more words, but he didn't say anything, he wanted to sleep more, and the pain would stop after sleeping.

Su Qingmian happily convinced herself that her consciousness sank into nothingness.

Su Fuque called the doctor to check on Su Qingmian, and the doctor looked at Su Qingmian's wound: "Fortunately, the wound has not deteriorated, and it will be a matter of time before he wakes up."

"But, I heard him just now."

"My lord, when anyone has a nightmare, he will say a few words in his sleep."

Su Fuqian closed his eyes: "I see."

After confirming that his younger brother's life was fine, Su Fuyan remembered that he had neglected many letters in the past three days and opened the secret compartment. The first thing he saw was the special envelope for Dongzhou Destiny.

Opening the envelope, it turned out that it was indeed a letter from Su Wuhuai, with panic between the lines, asking him to come back and look for his brother.

Su Fukuan crumpled the paper expressionlessly and threw it on the ground.

Wasn't Su Qingmian under the eyes of Su Wuhuai and Su Mu? Why did he suddenly appear in the forbidden forest? If it wasn't for his sixth sense that played a role, Su Qingmian...

Can't think about it.

In the final analysis, it was the elder brother and the fourth younger brother who did not take good care of Qing Mian.

Su Fuque didn't intend to reply to the letter, let alone tell them the fact that Qingmian was with him.

But after thinking about it, he still replied noblely and coldly: Qing Mian was seriously injured, and it was with me.

He often blames himself for not being cruel enough.

Huh, when will this day end? Su Qingmian slept better today, barely woke up, but if he can use his spiritual power and use his own life, he can be so miserable.

Has the poison on his body been unraveled yet?

He needs to regain his spiritual power.

The right hand missing two fingers lifted up, waved it a few times in the air, and fell into a pair of warm hands, Su Qingmian muttered: "Spiritual power, poison!"

Quickly detoxify him.

Su Qingmian couldn't speak clearly, Su Fuqian only heard the word "spiritual power", thinking that Su Qingmian wanted some spiritual power, so he passed the softest spiritual power in his body.

Feeling the external spiritual power, Su Qingmian was dumbfounded. He wanted to detoxify and restore spiritual power, not pour spiritual power into him.

Oh, forget it, try it.

Su Qingmian's consciousness controlled the flow of spiritual power in his veins, and silently chanting the spell, white rays of light emerged from his body in countless ways, wrapping him inside.

It works!

The injuries on his body were too serious, but fortunately there was a free source of spiritual power, otherwise, even if he recovered his spiritual power, his meager spiritual power would definitely not be enough.

After half a day, the white light gradually faded away. Except for the eyes, all other wounds on the body were healed, and the mutilated limbs also recovered.

Su Fuqian didn't dare to take back his hand, and a steady stream of spiritual power continued to be sent into Su Qingmian's body.

Su Qingmian didn't want it anymore, he withdrew his hand: "Okay, okay, I'm fine."

Su Fuque tentatively asked nervously: "Qingmian? Are you awake?"

In order to prove that she was awake, Su Qingmian sat up directly from the bed: "Is it the second brother?"

"En." Su Fukui was completely relieved.

"It's so dark, is this still a sinful purgatory?" How dangerous, why don't you go back to Guanghai?

"Qingmian, it's very bright here." Su Fuqian said after being silent for a while.

Su Qingmian realized something and touched her eyes in disbelief.

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