Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

"You're not angry. Did I have any ulterior motives when I approached you in the beginning?" Fu Sheng asked.

Yan Su was puzzled, "Why are you angry?"

On the contrary, he was grateful.

"I am grateful to that person for bringing you to me. I am grateful that you approached me and allowed me to meet you."

From the very beginning, Fu Sheng had never concealed his purpose, and he could feel that in the process of getting along, Fu Sheng did not simply treat him as a task or a transaction to be completed. He could feel that Fu Sheng was really kind to him from the bottom of his heart, and all his feelings were real. He really felt sorry for him and really wanted him to become better.

Fu Sheng never expected Yan Su to say such a thing.

She thought Yan Su would feel uncomfortable after knowing that she helped him for some purpose, but she didn't expect that he actually thought this way.

"You really are..." Fu Sheng didn't know what to say.

In fact, if the system had approached her and asked her to travel into other novels, she would have agreed, but perhaps she would have only treated it as a task.

It is also because the other person is Yan Su that she is sincere.

Her original intention of traveling through the book was to really change Yan Su's ending. Even if this was not a transaction, even if the system did not reward her with her life, she would agree.

"Yan Su." Fu Sheng suddenly called Yan Su, and then said awkwardly, "I know your feelings. I think I like you a little bit, but it may be far less than your love for me..."

As the number one fan on the novel "Becoming a God", Fu Sheng has read the book over and over again countless times. There is no doubt that she must like Yan Su very much.

But this kind of liking contains too many complex factors. She is a fan of Yan Su's books, a fan of Yan Su's mother, and was also a CP fan for a while.

But I have never been a girlfriend fan.

Fu Sheng also found it very strange. Perhaps deep down, her admiration, heartache and respect for Yan Su far outweighed the love between a man and a woman.

Perhaps because of her identity as a Painted Spirit, Fu Sheng had never been in a relationship, and before this, she had never planned to be in a relationship, so she was actually very closed and slow when it came to relationships.

But Yan Su's love was so strong and sincere that Fu Sheng found it hard to ignore. She felt that she should respond.

For so many days, she has actually been thinking that she misses Yan Su and worries about Yan Su. Is there love in this?

When it comes to love, even though she herself can't tell the difference, one thing she is sure of is that if she doesn't like Yan Su, she won't fall in love with anyone else.

When Fu Sheng said that he liked him a little, Yan Su was slightly stunned, surprised, at a loss, and finally intertwined into sweetness. His whole heart seemed to float in the clouds, and joy instantly filled his heart.

He knew which "like" Fu Sheng was talking about.

Yan Su was so stunning that when he smiled, the world was truly overshadowed. He didn't take Fu Sheng's last sentence too seriously and just said, "That's enough."

What made him most helpless and afraid was that Fu Sheng cared about him but did not love him.

Now, even if it was only one thing as Fu Sheng said, he would be satisfied. At least he knew that he had a chance.

Seeing Yan Su happy, Fu Sheng also felt relieved.

Yan Su looked at Fu Sheng with a smile, as if he remembered something, and suddenly asked: "Will you die again in the future?"

"It's not easy to die." Fu Sheng replied.

Now that the Phoenix had been used by her, Fu Sheng could no longer say that he would not die as he had done before.

All I can say is that she has a life-saving trump card, so she won't die easily.

Fu Sheng's words were very ambiguous, but Yan Su understood what she meant. He suddenly raised his left hand and covered Fu Sheng's eyes.

Fu Sheng felt a black screen before her eyes, and before she could react, she smelled blood. Fu Sheng was startled and immediately pulled Yan Su's hand off. Seeing the scene in front of her, her pupils shrank slightly.

Yan Su's right hand was holding an ice blade, and the blade was inserted into his heart.

The bright red blood was flowing out from Yan Su's heart at this moment. Fu Sheng was startled and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Yan Su did not speak. His face was a little pale, but his expression did not change, as if the blade did not pierce his body. Without waiting for Fu Sheng to stop him, he pulled out the ice blade with his right hand very neatly. The moment he pulled it out, his white clothes instantly turned red, spreading into a large lump, leaving a bloody hole on his heart.

"Yan Su, you are really crazy..." Realizing what Yan Su was doing, Fu Sheng felt angry and distressed.

"It's okay." Yan Su comforted gently.

The ice and snow blade disappeared at his fingertips. He lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and a drop of blood flew out from the blood hole in his heart. It was wrapped by Yan Su's spiritual energy and then sent directly to Fu Sheng's forehead.

This is another drop of Yan Su's blood.

The moment the blood in his heart merged into Fu Sheng's eyebrows, the warm feeling spread along his eyebrows to all parts of his body, and the blood in his whole body seemed to warm up.

At the same time, spiritual energy surged in Fu Sheng's body, and his cultivation began to rise.

The initial stage of foundation building, the middle stage of foundation building, the late stage of foundation building, the peak stage of foundation building...

Early Golden Elixir, Middle Golden Elixir, Late Golden Elixir...

Finally, it stopped steadily at the peak of the Golden Core.

Just a drop of Yan Su's blood actually allowed Fu Sheng's cultivation to rise directly from the peak of Qi Refining to the peak of Golden Core.

Feeling his mental strength replenished instantly, his whole body full of spiritual energy, his ears and eyes clear, Fu Sheng was speechless.

A cultivator does not have much essence and blood. Maybe only three drops of blood can be squeezed out of the heart. Every drop lost will cause great damage to the essence and foundation. Yan Su gave one drop before, and now he gave another drop.

"You really don't take your body seriously, do you?" Fu Sheng scolded, his eyes moist. "I told you, I'm very strong, I don't need it at all!"

"Just think of it as making me feel safe." Yan Su smiled slightly and spoke in a gentle voice.

His face was very pale, and Fu Sheng felt both distressed and helpless when he saw him like this.

"Do you have healing pills?" Fu Sheng asked.

"Yes." Yan Su said.

When he was injured before, Shengchen Tianzun refined a lot for him. Later, Fengyunqing also asked him to prepare some and put them in the space treasure.

"What level?"

“Saint level.”

Hearing that it was Saint level, Fu Sheng frowned: "Is there no Immortal level?"

She just planned to draw one on the spot if Yan Su said no.

Her current mental strength is no longer comparable to the mental strength that Chuntao had in her body at that time.

"Yes." Yan Su said.

In fact, this kind of injury can only be regarded as an ordinary injury. After all, the blood in the heart has been taken, and the essence and foundation have been damaged. This kind of injury cannot be replenished. The wounds left behind are just external injuries. Not to mention the immortal-level healing pills, even the saint-level healing pills would be a waste to take.

Fu Sheng also knew this, but she just didn't want Yan Su to use the inferior ones. When she heard Yan Su say that there was an immortal-level healing pill, she said, "Take the immortal-level one."

"Okay." Knowing Fu Sheng's psychology, Yan Su was very submissive and obediently took out a fairy-level healing pill and swallowed it.

Seeing Yan Su's complexion improved after taking the medicine, Fu Sheng felt that the discomfort in her heart had eased a lot, but the blood on Yan Su's white clothes was still very glaring, so she said, "Go change your clothes."

Yan Su lowered his eyes and scanned the blood on his chest. His eyes flickered, but he did not respond. Instead, he looked up at her, and his voice suddenly became a little weak: "Fu Sheng, can you help me change it? My chest hurts so much, I can't move."