"Ah! My head hurts so much." Marquis Medea held her head in her hands and lay on her throne, with a look of pain on her face.
Aslan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered a method in his previous life to alleviate the riot of demon souls. The success rate was 50% to 50%.
"Teacher! I have learned a set of massage methods to stabilize emotions and relieve headaches."
"Then why are you still standing there!" Marquis Medea stood up suddenly, bent forward, her eyes widened, and the black light erupted even more fiercely as she roared.
Aslan suddenly shivered, his whole back was completely wet, and the urge to urinate arose spontaneously, and he was about to pee out of fear.
He remembered the last moment when the mage in his previous life turned into a demon. His wife tried to save his sanity, but the next moment he was eaten by the demon.
It's like a zombie eating a human.
Aslan is not afraid of death, he is afraid of dying without a complete body, especially if he is eaten by others and then becomes a member of the fertilizer of the earth.
So he was really scared to death.
But he had no choice but to muster the courage to come forward.
"Teacher, relax your emotions. Being too excited is not good for your health."
Marquis Medea sat back down, obviously restraining his violent demonic spirit.
Aslan walked behind him, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down his mood.
He recalled a set of massage techniques in his past life, which can help patients stabilize their minds and calm their souls by supplementing their spiritual power.
His condescending gaze fell on the snow-white neck skin under Marquis Medea's purple hair. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but his hands were still firmly placed on the other's temples.
The fingertips began to rotate regularly, gently but forcefully.
Marquis Medea seemed unprepared and snorted softly, but it was hard to tell whether it was pain or whether the headache was relieved.
Aslan calmed down and began to slowly mobilize his mental power. The mental power slowly and steadily entered his soul from his temples with his fingertips.
Aslan is unable to look inside the soul of Marquis Medea and cannot know the location of the soul trauma, so he relies entirely on instinct to find it.
But it happened that the location of the soul trauma was right on the head, and with Aslan's skillful massage techniques, Marquis Medea's headache began to ease, and her body became less tense at the beginning.
It contained Aslan's spiritual power to soothe the injured area and slowly calm down the irritable demon soul. This process lasted for half an hour.
The black light in Marquis Medea's eyes slowly dissipated, and he has regained his clarity. Although his face looked slightly tired, his eyes were full of enjoyment.
"Um."
Marquis Medea frowned, wondering if he had been a little rash, but he really didn't expect this little guy to be so good at it.
He can actually use his mental power so skillfully. Even he himself has not mastered this superb mental power control.
This little guy brought me another big surprise.
As the spiritual power calms the source of the soul's pain, Marquis Medea becomes more relaxed, his spirit gradually relaxes, and an indescribable sense of comfort seems to slowly arise.
Suddenly, something heavy pressed on Marquis Medea's head, and his hands were hanging on her shoulders. An unknown anger arose. Marquis Medea just turned around, and he was still leaning on her,
It slipped directly to the ground.
The anger in Marquis Medea's eyes disappeared instantly.
"Is your mental energy consumed too much?"
Marquis Medea gently raised his hand, and Aslan, who had fainted, was lifted up by the mage's hand and placed on the reception table.
This accident made Marquis Medea look at Aslan with a softer look.
With a wave of his hand, the door of the living room slowly opened, and Ma Liu rushed in anxiously.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
Marquis Medea nodded happily, pointed to Aslan on the table and said: "Fortunately, Xiaojiu is here, I can make it through."
Ma Liu glanced at Aslan on the table suspiciously, and said solemnly: "Isn't he Xiaojiu?"
Marquis Medea immediately glared at her and said angrily.
"What are you thinking about? Aslan is trying to help me suppress the demon soul, and my mental power is exhausted."
Ma Liu covered her mouth and chuckled. When she walked in front of Aslan, she subconsciously frowned and stretched out her hand to pull Aslan's robe.
It was all sweat and smelled like urine.
Ma Liu had a weird look on her face and said, "Xiao Jiu must have been so frightened! She was so scared that she peed."
Marquis Medea recalled that when Aslan saw him for the first time, his first reaction seemed to be to run away, but after seeing the door closed, he turned to comfort himself.
"As expected of the Sarah family, one of the Eight Honored Families. Just by looking at it, they guessed my situation and thought of a solution in such a short time." Marquis Medea chuckled.
"I was almost fooled by this little fox."
Malu looked at Aslan with a hint of complexity in her eyes.
There was suspicion in the inspection, but more of a sense of joy. If Aslan hadn't had a way to suppress the awakening of the demon soul, the teacher would have been in danger.
"He is so courageous, why would he be scared to death?" Ma Liu said with interest.
Marquis Medea glanced at Masuo with a strange expression, and said seriously: "Remember, no matter when, we magicians can't exhaust our mental power. In serious cases, it will become a maintenance. If we are lucky, we will be like Aspen."
I almost wet my pants."
Masuo opened his eyes wide and looked at Marquis Medea in disbelief.
"Excessive mental energy consumption is actually similar to suicide by hanging. Before death from suffocation, the brain dies before the body. Without the control of the brain, the body's control functions will be out of control, and incontinence will occur."
After hearing Marquis Medea's words, Ma Su's face changed slightly. As a woman who is born to love beauty, she would never allow such an accident to happen. If such a thing really happened, she would rather die.
"Teacher, why did you suddenly summon Xiaojiu today?" Ma Li asked with curiosity on his face.
When the Marquis of Medea thought about this problem, he glanced at the fainting Aslan with gentle eyes.
"Aslan is indeed very good. Get closer to him in the future." Marquis Medea's words made Malthus widen his eyes.
Doesn’t the teacher always ask himself to remain absolutely neutral and try not to get too close to other fellow disciples?
This time he was doing business with Aslan Genalido, and Masudu was going to report it to the teacher.
"The people of the Inquisition have already extended their hands into the city of Pele, and even into the city's defense forces." Marquis Medea continued.
Ma Liu's eyes were full of astonishment, why did the teacher know about this, but the person in charge had no information at all.
"Disciple is scared! Disciple has never slacked off even a moment. I..."