"Leng Qishao? Black Ice Spirit Seal?" Su Luo murmured to herself.
Medicine Master Xiong patted his chest: "This boy's entire cultivation is in the Xuanbing Spirit Seal, so this Xuanbing Spirit Seal is indeed somewhat capable, and 80% of it can restore your strength."
Su Luo thought of Leng Yunjing's charming and mysterious image and shook her head slightly: "It's not easy to please him."
Pharmacist Xiong: "Of course it's not easy. This guy using the Black Ice Spirit Seal to cure you is equivalent to restoring his own strength to you. How can it be easy? But don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the Alchemist Guild's intervention."
Vice President Mi also nodded firmly: "You have a good rest and don't worry, Leng Qi will be here tomorrow."
Even if Leng Qi fails to come, the four emperor-level alchemists are still preparing to bring Leng Qi back and let him supply spiritual energy to Su Luo.
The royal alchemist is so strong, domineering, and unreasonable!
The next day, just when Su Luo was doubtful, Leng Qishao actually came.
It was not that he was brought back by the royal alchemist, but he walked in the door leisurely and contentedly.
Seeing Su Luo half-sitting on the bed, a strange look flashed in the eyes of someone as calm as Leng Qi.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, he walked to Su Luo's bed coldly, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The handle of the fan knocked Su Luo's forehead unceremoniously: "How did you get yourself into this? Pretending to be pitiful to deceive me into pity?"
Su Luo laughed out loud, and then rolled her eyes at him angrily: "Leng Yunjing, how can there be such a narcissistic person like you?"
This is the most closely guarded house of the Alchemist Guild, but Leng Yunjing is as relaxed and casual as if he had entered his own courtyard.
Leng Qishao's hand caught Su Luo's hand unexpectedly.
Su Luo's eyes were condensed: "Let go!"
She doesn't like physical contact with strangers.
But in front of Leng Qishao, Su Luo in her heyday couldn't resist, let alone her in her weak period.
Su Luo stared at Leng Qishao coldly, her face cold and stiff!
Contrary to Su Luo's stiff reaction, Leng Qishao skillfully and naturally picked up Su Luo's hand and turned it over. Then, two shocking blood stains appeared in front of his eyes.
In order to prevent the blood from coagulating, Su Luo specially applied the non-healing grass juice on the palms of her hands. Therefore, during the blood transfusion process, Su Luo's wound never healed and the blood transfusion was not interrupted.
Leng Qishao lowered his eyes, and his deep profile profile cast a shadow. From Su Luo's perspective, she could only see a flash of cold light under his half-downcast eyes!
The atmosphere instantly condensed like ice.
Su Luo jerked her hand away and put it back under the quilt.
Leng Qishao raised his eyes, glanced at Su Luo disapprovingly, and snorted casually: "Pulse-Sealing Blood Style, tut, who deserves you to seal the Pulse Blood Style for him?"
When Su Luo saw Leng Qishao's sarcastic smile, she immediately felt unhappy: "It's none of your business!"
Leng Qishao hit Su Luo's head with the fan handle without any scruples.
Su Luo was in pain and asked him angrily: "What are you doing!"
After bullying Su, Leng Qishao looked like a proud young boy. His mood immediately improved. He touched his chin and his eyes sparkled: "I heard that Nangong Liuyun is awake."
Su Luo turned away.
Leng Qishao kept staring at Su Luo and said with a smile: "He woke up, but you fell down. He woke up due to blood loss, but you fainted due to excessive blood loss."