"The problem is that the level god I found is a corpse." He had no intention of hiding it, and at the same time he wanted to hear his junior brother's opinion.

"Corpsy?" Phantom also raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't you kill him?"

"No, it would be great if I killed it!" The white-shirted god lowered his voice, "There is a very serious god lying here. I guess it might be him who killed it."

"Why are you doing a low voice? This guy is the rank god who came first before you?" asked the phantom, "Who is it, so reckless?"

"But it's not bad. Although I was a little injured, at least I didn't let the enemy run away. I did a good job."

"You may not believe me if I say it. This guy is a demigod." said the white-shirted god.

The phantom paused for a moment and was stunned.

His brain can't handle such complex information.

Looking at the somewhat confused phantom, the white-clothed god laughed happily.

Looking at his extremely talented junior brother, he knew that someone was fighting against the first-level god in a demigod, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Is he the only one demigod?" asked in a deep voice. As a genius, he had never tried to counterattack the first-level god during the demigod period, but he knew his power that a person would never be able to do, and it would be difficult for him to save his life.

But if it is a combination of several demigods of the same level, there should be some hope.

"He is the only one." said the white-shirted god.

The phantom was completely silent.

The white-shirt god didn't want his junior brother to be autistic, just polish it. It would be bad if he directly suspected his life.

"Don't be discouraged, you should know that there is a mountain with a high mountain. Isn't it normal for you to be more genius than you, hahaha..."

The white-shirted god smiled happily. Only he knew the pain of being overtaken by his junior brother. Now that he saw his junior brother eating turtles, he was naturally happy.

As for doubting the autism in life, if you are so depressed, you are not worthy of being called a genius.

"Hmph." The phantom snorted coldly, "Don't move the surrounding environment, I'll go and see it myself!"

"In addition, please contact your senior sister quickly and ask her to come over quickly. If he has a few big and small flaws, I'll ask you." The phantom added, full of fighting spirit and a slight sense of excitement.

Hang up the dream ring.

"horrible!"

The white-shirted god couldn't help but say three terrible words, this is the terrifying thing about these geniuses.

When you meet an opponent, you will not be afraid of being compared, but will ignite the fighting spirit and compete with one.

"Only with opponents can you have motivation, and these geniuses also grew up in battle." The white-shirted god shook his head, feeling deeply that these people are fighting madmen.

He had contacted his senior sister. She was on the way, but if he was rushing towards his senior sister, the two might be able to meet faster.

Now he has taken it seriously.

For a god like Fang Yu who can counterattack the demigods, it is better to send him a doctor as soon as possible.

He picked up Fang Yu and contacted his senior sister.

After knowing the direction of the senior sister coming, she rushed forward directly.

It didn't take long.

The two of them rushed to meet up.

The white-shirted god hugged Fang Yu, his face slightly happy: "Senior Sister Huangfu!"

Opposite the white-shirted god, surrounded by several gods, a simple woman stood among them.

The light pink robe is wrapped in a white gauze, revealing the beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The pleats on the skirt are like snow and moonlight flowing on the ground, stretching for more than three feet, making the gait more graceful and gentle.

Three thousand black hairs are tied up with a hairband, butterfly hairpin is inserted into the head, and a strand of black hair is hanging on the chest, applying a thin layer of pink, adding only color. The red door vaguely visible on the cheeks creates a delicate and cute feeling of pure skin like petals. The whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and also like a clear and transparent ice and snow...

"Junior Brother Yan, what's going on?" asked the senior sister.

"Senior Sister Huangfu, I have found the rank god. I don't want to send the patient here as soon as possible." Ou Yan said.

"It seems that you are very concerned about him." Huangfu Yilin looked at Ou Yan with a smile. "I thought it was my little lover who sent you here."

Ou Yan waved his hand: "How is that possible? I'm just worried about the future flowers of our Qianlong Kingdom."

"Send it to me." Huangfu Yilin nodded and smiled, "Don't forget, you have to be at my mercy in three days."

Ou Yan shivered.

He hurriedly sent Fang Yu over.

Seeing his senior sister checking Fang Yu, he wanted to come over and share his experiences several times and how Fang Yu was against the will of heaven.

It is best to take a look at the somewhat surprised expression of the always elegant senior sister.

But looking at the murderous eyes of several flower protectors around him, and Fang Yu, who could hardly sense his breath.

He decided to ease it first.

"Hey, the mental power has been clearly destroyed, but the sea of ​​consciousness is still alive." Huangfu Yilin seemed to have encountered some trouble.

Originally, the sea of ​​consciousness would be exhausted, but the patient's condition was a bit special, and the sea of ​​consciousness was still alive.

She wanted to study Fang Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

But there seemed to be a force blocking her peeping, so she could naturally force her breakthrough, but it might cause further damage to the patient.

After thinking about it, she still gave up and had opportunities to study.

At worst, you can sell his favor like Ou Yan today.

Huangfu Yilin turned to use her divine power to warm up Fang Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, and her other divine nature also played a role.

A breath of vitality was injected into Fang Yu's body.

At the same time, she also observed Fang Yu's body.

"Although all parts of the body exist for attack, and are very coordinated and powerful, it is really ugly." Huangfu Yilin shook her head and complained.

She is a person who pays great attention to appearance and looks good. She usually dresses up with attention. Most of the gods are naked, such as Fang Yu and You Liya.

But she will wear her favorite costume.

The relationship with Ou Yan is only because Ou Yan's god is good, and Ou Yan looks pretty good when wearing the clothes she makes.

"Forget it, just repair it here. All the fatal injuries will be repaired. Other injuries will heal themselves." Huangfu Yilin gave up injecting her own life power.

This kind of power consumes a lot of her divine power. If the god Fang Yu is a little more beautiful, she wouldn't mind wasting more, but...

Forget it.

Huangfu Yilin just applied some medicine to these wounds, so these injuries do not waste her divine power.

Ou Yan scratched his head and muttered, "Is it ugly? Why do I think it's very handsome, it's quite fierce!"

I don’t know if the aesthetics are different, but Ou Yan thinks that Fang Yu looks fierce, and there is a faint sense of fear when he looks right.

And the sharp claws, the octopus beard, and the wings on the back.

Very handsome!

Huangfu Yilin suddenly looked up, stared at Ou Yan with an extremely dangerous look, and said lightly: "Are you doubting my aesthetic?"

Ou Yan's head shook like a rattle: "Ugly, absolutely ugly, ugly!"

Huangfu Yilin lowered her head and continued to treat Fang Yu.

She checked again whether Fang Yu was poisoned. Her divine power was to treat the disease through the power of the original source, but if it was poisoned, it might be a little more troublesome.

Antidote is required.

The pregnancy of mental power made Huangfu Yilin frown: "What's going on? Why is his sea of ​​consciousness like a bottomless pit? I have consumed great divine power."

Ou Yan was not surprised. Can the demigod who could defeat the first-level god without any abnormalities?

So Ou Yan was very calm.

But after that, he couldn't calm down and even vomited blood.

"Seven days, three days' cost is not enough for my consumption, at least seven days." Huangfu Yilin said.

"Senior Sister Huangfu, people will die in seven days. Three days, three days is my limit!" Ou Yan said with a sad face and crying voice.

"Why don't you have five days?"

Five days, after enduring, it will pass.

Huangfu Yilin nodded.

Another half a quarter of an hour passed.

Until Huangfu Yilin's face turned a little pale.
Chapter completed!