Pampered Underworld Marriage: Genius Baby Black Belly Mother Chapter 2245: ：Respect the Lord for mercy

Lin Ziyi hurried to the elders home.

As soon as I entered the door, I came across Wuhuan.

Suddenly saw two half-dead people being carried in, he looked at them with disgust, "I am an elder's home, not a medical center, what are you sending me here for?"

Deacon Qian said with a smile: "Elder, calm down, this is what the Lord ordered." Wuhuan heard it, looked up at Lin Ziyi who walked in, "Yi'er, are you going too far? "He knelt on the washboard until dawn last night, and planned to come here to make up his sleep. Looking at this situation, let alone make up his sleep, tonight he also sleeps.

Anyone. Lin Ziyi: "Uncle Wuhuan, the people in the medical center can't cure them. I sent them here. Let's talk about it first." Lin Ziyi's tone was stern, and Wuhuan didn't refute when he heard this. Although he liked to raise the bar, But it is also clear that things are light

When it is heavy.

Several people arrived at the courtyard and put down the two injured disciples.

Lin Ziyi squatted down quickly, glanced at the two of them, and saw that their arms were scratched, the wounds did not bleed, but showed blue-black cracks.

Wuhuan was surprised to see that this wound was really strange.

He broke the branch on the side and glanced at the disciple who didn't lose consciousness. The branch poked his wound a few times, and the bluish-black flesh fell down like mud, but he didn't have any feeling of pain.

Wuhuan asked: "Don't you feel pain?"

The man's face was particularly red, but he shook his head, "The wound doesn't hurt, but the meridians all over the body are very painful, like being scratched with force."

Wuhuan glanced at Lin Ziyi quickly, "Yi'er, this is different from the wounds we have seen before. This is the wound left by the people of the Foreign Spirit Race."

"Foreign Spirit Race." Lin Ziyi's eyes flashed with doubts.

"No, all the people from the Foreign Spirit Race, after the incident with General Jing Jian, have already sent them to the land of panic. Except for Wen Yu, there are no Foreign Spirit Race people in the God Realm anymore."

No Huan said: "But there is nothing wrong with this wound. Ordinary people can't have such power to cause such damage. Unless that person is a member of the Foreign Spirit Race, with a strange spirit that people don't know about. "

Lin Ziyi was perplexed.

He glanced at Deacon Qian and several disciples, and said, "You go down first, and this deity will heal them."

"Yes, your lord." Deacon Qian took the people away.

Lin Ziyi suddenly figured out that it was the Leng Yue people.

The Leng Yue people have not yet been found.

When General Jing Jian dies, the curse on them will also be lifted.

Now the people of the Foreign Spirit Race, apart from them, he can't think of other people.

Wen Yu is with the Celestial Master every day, and it is even more impossible for him to do such a thing.

Lin Ziyi said: "Uncle Wuhuan, you scrape off the rotten flesh on their wounds. I will let them drink the spiritual fluid first to see if the wounds can heal?"

"Okay!" Wu Huan took out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings from his space, squatted on the ground, took out a scrap of paper, and carefully scraped off the rotten flesh from their wounds.

Scratch deep into the wound, but there is a stench.

Wuhuan almost sat on the ground.

"It stinks, it smells really bad." Wu Huan stabilized his body and scraped off the last piece of rotten flesh, but the blood dripping out was green.

Wuhuan was dumbfounded. He has saved countless people in the Medicine Pill Pavilion, and this has never happened before.

The rotten flesh on the wound was scraped off, and even another man who had fallen asleep was woken up.

"It hurts, it hurts." The two men were sweating profusely.

Lin Ziyi quickly put the spiritual liquid into their mouths, and at a glance, the wound healed quickly.

His eyes flickered with surprise, "Ichor works. Great."

However, both men are still in pain.

Lin Ziyi asked: "Your wounds have healed, where is the pain still?"

One of the men looked at Lin Ziyi gratefully, "Your Highness, the muscles and veins in the whole body are very painful, as if they are about to be broken." Lin Ziyi was quite puzzled when he heard this, "I just gave you The spiritual liquid you drink is a rare spiritual liquid in this world. If your meridians are injured, they will recover in the shortest time. Now only the wounds recover, but the muscles and meridians have no effect.

How strange. "

Lin Ziyi took out two 30-level purple jade secret pills from the space and gave them to them.

This purple jade secret pill is very good for repairing tendons.

In the past ten years, he has also paid a lot, and the elixir has also learned a lot from his mother.

He dared to say that in this world, apart from his mother, no one in the world could make such a pure elixir as him.

After watching the two take the medicine pill, Lin Ziyi kept observing the expressions of the two. Forgive me, the pain gradually subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Returning to the Lord, it's not as painful as before."

Lin Ziyi nodded and said, "Can I get up?"

"Yes."

The two men sat up slowly.

But he glanced at the other party, his eyes turned green, and he attacked Lin Ziyi.

The sudden change made Lin Ziyi's eyes flash with murderous intent, and he quickly took a few steps back.

The two of them pursued with perseverance.

Seeing this, Wu Huan's slender body turned around like flowing water and stood side by side with Lin Ziyi.

In an instant, the two of them stepped out at the same time, kicking them to the ground.

However, the two of them bounced off the ground effortlessly as if they were fine, and attacked them aggressively.

Lin Ziyi looked at the green eyes of the two of them, his heart was stunned, and he wasted his two bottles of spiritual liquid and two pills in vain.

It turns out they were already under control.

No Huan said: "Yi'er, subdue them first, and then find out the reason." Lin Ziyi nodded calmly, under the faint sunlight, the silver-clad world was covered with a layer of gold. Qing Sha, his dazzling red clothes also shone with a touch of brilliance, the whole person jumped up quickly, kicked him on the ground

on the head of one of the men.

However, his fifteenth-order power, kicked on him, was like hitting a spring, and was immediately bounced off, while the opponent didn't hurt at all.

Not even moving a step in place.

Lin Ziyi was shocked, and quickly took out the Yunsoul Magic Sound Flute.

Slowly blowing up, the red robe poured out on the ground, his whole person is handsome and handsome, and all of them show nobility and elegance.

The soft rhythm is beautiful and comfortable, like the wind gently rippling, the world is like a slow sleep.

As soon as the two men heard the sound of the flute, their movements quickly slowed down, their green eyes turned black, and the speed was extremely fast.

Lin Ziyi stopped playing the flute and looked at the two of them.

The two suddenly realized what they had done when they sobered up. Kneeling quickly on the ground: "Respect the Lord, forgive me, we didn't know what happened to us just now, and we lost consciousness in an instant."