His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 518 One thought of destiny, one thought of resentment (3)

Ling Yu Qianye stood aside, watching Feng Feili's actions at the moment and frowned slightly.

This guy is so stupid, the demon core has just returned to his body, and he just uses his spiritual power to gather souls for Lan Xiyan.

The art of gathering souls is a big taboo, although the souls of mortals who have just died can be gathered together, but the person who wants to use this method must be a top expert in the six realms.

And once this method is successful, it will consume at least [-]% of the caster's spiritual power.

Thinking of Feng Feili and Lan Xiyan's original opposing identities, Ling Yu Qianye couldn't help but frown even deeper.

But Feng Feili had a deep affection for Lan Xiyan, and his efforts to stop her had no effect at all.

For the present plan, he should protect him well and let him treat Lan Xiyan.

Sighing, Ling Yu Qianye applied the barrier again, not bothering Feng Feili anymore.

Feng Feili quickly tapped Lan Xiyan's body back and forth with his fingers, facing her palm with the palm of one hand, pouring his own blood into her body continuously.

She was injured too badly and bled so much, her face was very pale at the moment, if he didn't transfuse her blood, even if her life was saved, her body would be too weak to hold on.

While casting the spell, Feng Feili used her spiritual power to probe Lan Xiyan's body, and then urged her spiritual power to connect her broken meridians one by one.

His eyes darkened, looking at Lan Xiyan who was unconscious at the moment, his expression was a little solemn.

Who is so vicious?

Not only did he stab her with a sword, but he also beat her with a python whip until her body was bruised and her meridians were severed.

The person who did it clearly wanted her life and tortured her with it.

Looking at Lan Xiyan's pale face, he felt a slight blockage in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

He had almost lost her.

While casting the spell, Lan Xiyan's face was not rosy, but was still as pale as before.

The wounds on his body are slowly recovering due to Feng Feili's blood, and the wounds are also beginning to scab over.

But her soul has been floating in the body all the time, ready to leave the body at any time.

How could this be?
Feng Feili was startled, and withdrew her hand, looking at Lan Xiyan's situation, she was a little nervous, her face was solemn, but there was a battle between heaven and man in her heart.

Her soul does not return to the body, but to go out of the body?
Seeing this, Feng Feili screamed inwardly, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was a little uncertain for a while.

If Lan Xiyan's soul has been floating in her body all this time and does not return to her body, then she will never wake up.

Or her soul would suddenly separate from her body and go nowhere, and she would become a living dead without a soul.

He has only one way.

"Xiao Yan'er, will you blame me?"

Seeing her pale face, Feng Feili opened his mouth lightly, his brows were full of sorrow.

In order to save her, he has been continuously transfusing blood and using spiritual power for her, and now his body is not able to take it anymore.

But he couldn't stop, if he withdrew his hand, Lan Xiyan would immediately stop breathing and become a living dead.

Silver hair fluttered, and the lightning-shaped mark on his forehead became more and more bright red. Feng Feili activated the secret spell, and the demon core circulated continuously in his body.

A red light gathered in his palm, he stretched out his hand and slowly injected it into Lan Xiyan's body, washing her marrow.

For the current plan, if he wanted to save her, he could only wash her marrow and turn her body into a demon body, and he used demon power to keep her soul.

Only in this way will her soul return and it will be possible to wake up.

It's just that from now on, she is no longer a human being, half human and half demon.

(End of this chapter)