【６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-６ＷＷ６ＨＵ.ＣCOM】 Fusang’s shouts brought Youran back from her daze.
"Fusang~" She shouted softly, and Youran used her strength again to pull Fusang. Youran understood that Fusang suddenly rose up in the air because Yaoyou was causing trouble outside, and Yaoyou wanted to suck Fusang's soul out.
Although Youran guessed that Yaoyou wanted to use Fusang as a test subject for research in order to bring Fusang back to life, until Yaoyou's exact motive was determined, Youran still felt uneasy about letting Fusang go out like this.
Yaoyou outside was even more surprised. Although he knew that Fusang was extraordinary, he didn't expect that a ray of spirit could have such great energy. Not only was it out of his control, but it would also absorb his power.
Because of this, Yaoyou suddenly let go of his hand, fell to the ground and gasped. After his breathing became slightly more stable, he immediately meditated and adjusted his breath, thinking about the reason.
Yaoyou suddenly loosened his grip, and Fusang fell down again. Fortunately, Youran's quick eyesight and quick hands prevented Fusang from falling onto his back. Instead, he lay on the ground, huddled up with his arms folded, shivering.
"Fusang, Fusang~" Youran watched Fusang twitching continuously, even the color of her lips faded, and her face turned pale. He hurriedly helped her up, diagnosed her pulse, and sure enough, the restless energy in Fusang's body rushed rampant.
Fusang didn't know how to control it at all, how could he tolerate such nonsense.
"I, I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!" Fusang's teeth chattered, and the color of her lips began to turn slightly purple.
Seeing this, Youran's heart trembled, and he hurriedly supplied Fusang with his true energy to calm down the messy internal energy in Fusang's body.
"Fuso, don't be afraid, it's okay!" What surprised Youran even more was that this time, the infuriating energy she sent to Fuso's body was not absorbed by Fuso, but was actually returned back.
After a while, Fusang's face no longer looked so embarrassed, and her lips began to regain some rosiness.
Youran retracted her hand and sat quietly aside, watching Fusang slowly begin to repair itself.
It's amazing, such a powerful self-healing ability, even she can't have it. Fusang kept saying that she was just an ordinary person, and Youran believed that Fusang didn't say to change, but what exactly was the problem? Even Fusang himself couldn't do it at all.
No changes that I have noticed.
"Little lamb, little lamb~" Fusang's eyes suddenly widened, but he looked ahead aimlessly. After a moment, he suddenly fainted.
"Little sheep?" Youran repeated the name Fusang called. Looking at Fusang's eyes tightly closed, he sighed. The person who is still talking about it at this time must be the person Fusang loves the most.
Youran picked up Fusang, put her head on his lap, and gently wiped the cold sweat from Fusang's forehead. Fusang's physique was very special, and it was probably because he had absorbed her and Yaoyou's stock that he was like this just now.
It is caused by completely different internal forces competing within the body.
But now, Fusang has tested himself to absorb these two internal forces. But Fusang still exists in the state of spirit. Because he is not strong enough, he fainted weakly.
Youran can be sure that if Fusang continues to absorb different internal energies, her spiritual state will become more and more stable.
"Woman, have you abandoned me like this? Have you forgotten what you said?" In a daze, Fusang heard Feng Teng's voice coming intermittently in his ears. There was no reproach, no anger, no dissatisfaction.
There is only pity and longing.
"Little sheep, where are you, little sheep~" But Fusang couldn't see Feng Teng, couldn't see any shadow of him, so he could only shout loudly.
No more, Fusang shouted, but there was no response.
Running crazily, letting his sweat soak his entire clothes, Fuso showed no intention of stopping.
Finally, just when Fusang thought she had reached the end of the world, a familiar black figure came into her eyes.
"Little lamb, little lamb~" Dragging his legs that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Fusang rushed forward and hugged Feng Teng, murmuring in a low voice.
However, Fusang found that Feng Teng's clothes were sticky and wet. He raised his hand in surprise and took a look.
"Ah~" His hands were covered with red blood.
"You know, even if you die, I can't live! Wherever you go, I will follow you~" With a sad and distressed voice, Feng Teng gradually turned around, his face strangely pale.
"No, no, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to live well, you must live well!" Fusang grabbed Feng Teng's sleeves like crazy and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Come back, come back. If you live, I will live. If you die, I will follow you. Even if you go to the eighteenth level of hell, even if you are beaten to death, I will follow you!" Feng Teng looked at you affectionately!
Fusang said softly with tears streaming down her face.
"I'm dead, I'm already dead~" Fusang screamed,
"You are different, you are the Dragon King, you have to live well, live well~" Fusang spoke softer and softer, and the more he spoke, the less confident he was. He held Feng Teng's arms and cried loudly.
These tears have been suppressed for too long.
Suddenly, the support that Fusang was holding suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground without warning. His palms rubbed against the ground, scratched and bled.
"Little sheep, little sheep~" The pain in Fusang's hand was completely insensible to him. The sudden disappearance of Feng Teng was the biggest blow to Fusang.
"Fusang, Fusang, wake up, wake up~" The distant call finally woke Fusang from the nightmare.
When she opened her eyes, Fusang was not surprised. Her face was covered with tears.
"You're having a nightmare!" Youran wiped the sweat from Fusang's forehead and the tears on her cheeks.
Fusang raised his head slightly,
"I dreamed about a very important person in my life."
Youran looked at Fusang with a strange look in her eyes. She seemed to have just heard Fusang calling the Dragon King in her sleep.
Could this Dragon King be the same person as Dragon King Feng Teng, the former divine general in heaven?
"Did he break your heart?"
Fusang shook his head,
"Maybe I made him sad."
Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, Fusang found that her body was no longer seriously injured.
"What happened just now?"
"Yaoyou probably wanted to suck you out just now, but I still want to tell you that your physique is really special. Did you know that you can absorb the internal force imposed on you by the outside world? I think it was not just me, but also
You Yaoyou has felt it, our inner energy has been sucked away by you." Youran said, twisting Xiumei slightly.
"I think I don't quite understand!" Fusang really couldn't understand Youran's words for the time being.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. You will understand later. Right now, I have an idea that I want to tell you!" Just now, when Fusang was unconscious, Youran thought of something.