The hot devil's taming concubine: the supreme magician

The white swan stood aside and bent its slender neck, staring at the little golden lock, its eyes suddenly became angry, and its slender feet began to jump up and down, looking at it in a hurry.

"Brother White Swan, don't get excited, I will get this little golden lock out."

Ling Yi carefully rummaged through the flesh with the tweezers in his hand, and finally picked out the little golden lock after a long time. Because of the hemostatic pills and acupuncture, the man did not bleed too much.

After picking out the golden lock, Ling Yi threaded the needle and thread to sew up the man's wound.

Because the golden lock had already been picked out, the man who was in a coma slowly regained his senses and opened his eyes. Once he opened his eyes, he saw a man in plain clothes with a mole on his face under the sun. The woman is healing him.

She flew the needle and thread, was she actually mending?

What to make up?

Because he didn't know what Ling Yi was doing, the man suddenly straightened his waist and wanted to sit up: "What... are you doing?"

Without raising his eyes, Ling stretched out his free hand to touch the man's forehead and poked him back: "Lie down well, or don't blame me for scars."

The soft and soft voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream, the man's heart, which was originally extremely angry, became strangely quiet at this moment, and he just lay back down in such a strange way.

When did he actually listen to women like this?

After lying down again, he felt unwilling again, so he turned his head and glanced at Ling Yi, his eyes fixed on the needle and thread in her hand without blinking.

As soon as Ling saw him calm down, he slowly said: "I took out the little golden lock buried in your chest, and I am stitching up the wound for you. From now on, within three days, you should not make too much movement to avoid tearing it. Wound."

Hearing Ling Yi's words, the man's icy blue eyes filled with mist, and his words were full of surprise: "You said you took out that little golden lock?"

Ling Yi continued to sew, nodded and said: "Yes, it's taken out, Brother White Swan, show your master the little golden lock."

After hearing this, the white swan took the little golden lock that was put aside and handed it to the man.

The man stared at the white swan with his eyes slightly open, and said in disbelief: "Xiantong, can you understand what she said?"

The white swan nodded, and the man glanced at Ling Yi in surprise, and then caught the little golden lock brought by the white swan. He held the little golden lock and pinched it fiercely, revealing a deep beam of light in his eyes.

"This little golden lock is not an ordinary golden lock. It is called a spiritual lock. As the name suggests, once this thing is buried in the body, it can lock the person's spiritual power." The man pinched the little golden lock in his hand, and no one asked him , but he began to explain on his own.

Hearing this, Ling Yi stopped the movements of his hands, turned his head to look at the golden lock in the man's hand, his eyes lightened slightly: "You said this golden lock can lock spiritual power? Is it so magical?"

"Yes, once you lock it in and want to take it out, the person's fighting spirit will be useless, and everything will return to zero. However, after you took out this little golden lock just now, my fighting spirit has returned to its original state." The man finished speaking Then his eyes fixed on Ling Yi's body.

Ling Yi frowned, and felt the man's fighting spirit again. Sure enough, his fighting spirit had changed from level three to level six in an instant. Does this little Jinsuo really have such a great ability?And she herself, without knowing it, took out the little golden lock according to the general surgical procedures.