After the demon king failed to beg for death

Fu Ling fainted, not from being struck by Lei Jie, but by Li Chen's kiss.

Fu Ling, who had just experienced the thunder of transitional calamity, had wounds all over his body. Before he could catch his breath, he was kissed so hard by the person who was holding him that he couldn't breathe.

After the body relaxes, all senses are full of exhaustion.

Fu Ling fainted in Li Chen's arms very at ease and without burden.

With a wave of his sleeves, Li Chen took out a piece of clothing and wrapped Fu Ling from head to toe.

He tried to pull out the sword standing on the side, but before he touched it, the sword energy from the sword cut his palm.

This sword recognizes the master, and no one can touch it except the master.

If Li Chen remembers correctly, this sword is called "Chu Qi", and it is Fu Ling's natal sword.

"never mind."

No one else can touch this sword anyway.

He picked up Fu Ling and left the pit in the blink of an eye.

The quiet room has long been unusable, the surroundings are all scorched earth, and the quiet room has also collapsed.

Li Chen carried Fu Ling to the place where he lived.

Mingshi Mountain is huge, and the place that was just destroyed is just a corner of Mingshi Mountain.

And the place where Li Chen lives is on the highest cliff of Mingshi Mountain, the top of the mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the whole Mingshi Mountain.

Qi Rui and An Qi were busy dealing with the aftermath, but failed to find Li Chen immediately.

Moreover, even if they were looking for them at this moment, it is estimated that Li Chen would not want to see them.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

Li Chen is busy helping Fu Ling to heal his injuries.

Although Fu Ling successfully crossed the catastrophe and improved his cultivation to a higher level, the scars on his whole body really existed.

There were wounds all over the upper body, curly and burnt flesh, every place made Li Chen feel distressed.

With a wave of Li Chen's hand, he attracted the spring water under the cliff, fell into the wooden bucket in the room, and directly heated the water in the palm of his hand, heating up the bucket of water.

Afterwards, he took off the little cloth left by Fu Ling.

To say it's the fabric is an understatement, but there are only a few black scraps left on Fu Ling's body to hide his shame.

As for where the shame is being covered, one can tell by looking at Li Chen's darkened eyes.

He carefully washed Fu Ling's body, bandaged the wound, and finally put the wrapped mummy-like person on the bed.

It was already dark.

At the beginning of the moonlight, the moonlight fell through the open window and fell on the bed by the window.

Li Chen was sitting by the bed, holding Fu Ling's hand with one hand, and a steady stream of spiritual power was poured into Fu Ling's body without money, repairing the wounds in his body.

During the healing period, seeing Fu Ling's curly and scorched hair, Li Chen finally couldn't help it, took out a pair of scissors, and cut off the scorched hair with a click.

Fu Ling in his sleep didn't know that when he woke up, he would face a bald head.

Fu Ling slept for two days and one night.

All the hidden wounds in the body were healed by Li Chen with extremely powerful spiritual power.

The external skin trauma also scabbed under the treatment of special wound medicine, and the recovery was uneventful.

The only thing that didn't work was the arm holding the sword. Because of the force of the last sword, the arm couldn't withstand the force of the collision and was broken.

Ordinary people hurt their muscles and bones, and even have to rest for a hundred days.

And Fu Ling, as a newly promoted cultivator at the out-of-body stage who was promoted by leapfrogging, it looked like he had to recuperate for at least half a month with a broken bone.

When he opened his eyes, they were squinted by the harsh light from the window.

From bigu to out of body, there is no one before, and no one will come after, but this is definitely the first time for Fu Ling.

There is no Jindan Yuanying stage, there is a round ball in the Fuling dantian in the out-of-body stage.

It was neither like the golden elixir in the golden elixir stage nor the villain in the Yuanying stage. This round, fleshy ball made Fu Ling's face stiffen.

What is this again, he has never seen it before.

No matter what it was, at least his cultivation base had been truly promoted. This news alone was enough to sweep away all the smog in his heart and let him feel the current state happily.

With a sweep of consciousness, the entire Mingshi Mountain is in sight.

After figuring out where he was, Fu Ling couldn't help but smile.

Living on the top of this mountain is also something that Li Chen can imagine.

Compared with more than 120 years ago, Mingshi Mountain has not changed much.

The small road is still the same small road, all the positions have not changed, it is still the same.

It's just that there are a lot of fields at the foot of the mountain, and there are still disciples farming in the fields.

Speaking of which, in the past, Mingshi Mountain purchased food from outside, but Li Chen actually bought a field at the foot of the mountain himself.

In such a comparison, the Demon Lord himself is not qualified.

Fu Ling leisurely swept across the entire Mingshi Mountain with his divine sense.

The disciples who have a sense feel the place where the spiritual consciousness is, so they stop exploring and do their own things.

With such a sweep, Fu Ling naturally also saw the hilltop of the quiet room that was blown into ruins, exposing a big pit.

With just one glance, he saw the upright black sword at the bottom of the mountain.

This is his natal sword "Chu Qi". After his death, he didn't know where he went, but he didn't expect to stay in Mingshi Mountain all the time.

The last thunder tribulation, if Chu Qi hadn't heard his call and fell from the sky, he was not sure that he could survive the last thunder.

When Fu Ling's consciousness came into contact with Chu Qiyi, the black sword began to vibrate and make a buzzing sound.

Immediately, the black sword rose from the ground, passed through half of Mingshi Mountain, and flew directly into the house.

Following Hei Jian in, Li Chen who sensed Fu Ling's haste came after waking up.

Chu Qi returned to the master's hand, the entire sword was shaking, and he was overwhelmed with joy.

Fu Ling sat up, stroked the blade of the sword, his eyes were full of joy.

This is his natal sword, a spiritual weapon that has accompanied him for hundreds of years.

In Fu Ling's eyes, this sword is not only a weapon, but also his brother who was born and died.

Fu Ling reunited with his brother after a long absence, and accidentally ignored Li Chen who stood aside for a long time.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Li Chen's eyes, but then returned to normal.

He approached the bed and looked at the man in the unlined clothes, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

When Fu Ling saw Li Chen, he was about to introduce this natal sword excitedly, but suddenly remembered that this sword was a relic of the former Demon Lord, how could he explain that he was able to get this sword.

Fu Ling touched his head annoyed.

Head...smooth head.

Not a single hair.

Fu Ling was struck by lightning in an instant.

He looked at Li Chen in horror, and asked tremblingly, "Where is my... hair?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Li Chen: I have nothing to do with the rain.

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