Whether there is or not, let’s take a look with her. At least, he should trust her.

The two hurried to the Linghuang Pavilion prepared for the Lord of the Nine Stars.

After Ling Chuxue transformed into the Ice Phoenix Divine Beast, Qin Molin thought about it and wiped out her memory and could be used as a guardian beast for Feng Xingying. So it was placed in the Linghuang Pavilion.

But at this moment, the gate of Linghuang Pavilion was open and was empty and quiet.

"There is a smell of blood in the air," Feng Xingying shrugged his nose.

The two of them added again, rushing towards the direction where blood and energy flowed.

There was a man lying there, his face was withered this week. He was like a fresh fruit, half of the juice was taken away and began to become shriveled.

The man's face, which was even more wrinkled than the elderly, could no longer show his original heroic posture.

"Qin Yi" Qin Molin recognized him at a glance and hurriedly injected his spiritual power into his body.

"Prince, I'm sorry for you. Binghuang was stolen." Qin Yi's voice also became dry: "I haven't completed the task."

"Don't talk." Feng Xingying first sealed several of Qin Yi's tendons to prevent his anger from continuing to lose.

Qin Yi's tendons and veins were worse than the condition they showed.

This situation reminded Feng Xingying of a vampire.

The person who attacked Qin Yi was absorbing not only the vitality in his blood, but also all his spiritual power.

If Qin Molin and Feng Xingying had not arrived in time, I'm afraid Qin Yi would have done it personally at this time.

This method is really terrible.

If you want to save someone, you can only transfusion of blood

"My blood was used to save you last time." Feng Xingying looked directly at Qin Molin:

“Now you have two choices, let him die, or save him with your own blood.

If he bears your blood, he will be tortured by demon blood like you. The symptoms may be lighter than you or more serious than you.

If you save him, maybe you will harm him."

"Save him" Qin Molin made a quick decision, and a deep cold flashed in his eyes: "You just do it. I believe you."

Feng Xingying nodded.

The reason why the demon blood on Qin Molin's body was suppressed for so many years was not just perseverance, but also related to his bloodline of the gods from Linshan.

People from Linshan refused to recognize Qin Molin's status because of his identity as his mother, but from a medical perspective, they could not change his bloodline.

But Qin Yi is different. He is not necessarily a descendant of the gods, and may not be able to bear the terrible power of demon blood.

Feng Xingying has now exhausted the blood of the gods, and it will take a year to condense the next drop. She cannot use her own blood to save Qin Yi.

In this way, saving him may not have harmed him.

Feng Xingying felt a little guilty about Qin Yi.

When Qin Molin was away, Qin Yi was always ordered to protect her and did a lot of things for her.

She clearly had the opportunity to save Qin Yi in advance, but because she didn't believe her intuition, she missed the best opportunity.

Now that Qin Yi has become like this, Feng Xingying feels uncomfortable.

But she cannot be affected by emotions.

She is now a doctor, and what she needs to do is to calm her mind as water so as to perform blood transfusion surgery for Qin Yi.

Feng Xingying's set of actions was completely strange and unpredictable in Qin Molin's eyes.

Especially when a tube could lead his blood away, he felt it was even more strange and even a little resistant.

After all, the feeling of blood loss will cause the spiritual power of the spirit person to pass away partly.
Chapter completed!