The white swan stood aside and bent its slender neck, staring at the little golden lock. Its eyes suddenly became angry, and its slender feet began to jump up and down, looking very anxious.

"Brother White Swan, don't get excited, I will get this little golden lock out."

Ling Yi carefully rummaged through the flesh with the tweezers in his hand, and after a long time he picked out the small golden lock. Because he had taken hemostatic pills and had his acupuncture points tapped, the man did not bleed too much.

After picking out the golden lock, Ling Yi threaded a needle and thread to sew up the man's wound.

Because the golden lock had been picked out, the unconscious man slowly regained his consciousness and opened his eyes. Once he opened his eyes, he saw a man wearing plain clothes with a black mole on his face under the sun.

The woman is healing his wounds.

She was sewing with flying needles, but she was actually sewing?

What to make up for?

Because he couldn't figure out what Ling Yi was doing, the man suddenly straightened his waist and tried to sit up: "What...are you doing?"

Without raising his eyes, Ling stretched out his free hand to touch the man's forehead and poked him back: "Lie down, otherwise don't blame me for leaving scars."

The thin and soft voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream. The man's originally extremely angry heart became strangely calm at this moment, and he lay back down again just like this.

When did he actually listen to women like this?

After lying down again, she felt unwilling to do so, so she turned her head and glanced at Ling Yi, her eyes fixed on the needle and thread in her hand for a moment.

When Ling saw that he had calmed down, he slowly said: "I took out the small golden lock buried in your chest and am suturing your wound. For the next three days, you must not move too much to avoid tearing it."

Wound."

When the man listened to Ling Yi's words, a mist appeared in his ice-blue eyes, and his words were filled with surprise: "You said you took out the little golden lock?"

Ling Yi continued to sew, nodded and said: "Yes, it's taken out. Brother White Swan, show the little golden lock to your master."

After hearing this, the white swan took the small golden lock placed aside and handed it to the man.

The man stared at the white swan with slightly widened eyes and said in disbelief: "Fairy boy, do you understand what she said?"

The white swan nodded. The man glanced at Ling Yi in surprise, and then caught the small golden lock that the white swan carried. He held the small golden lock and squeezed it hard, with a deep beam of light in his eyes.

"This small golden lock is not an ordinary golden lock. It is called a spiritual lock. As the name suggests, once this thing is buried in the body, it can lock the person's spiritual power." The man held the small golden lock in his hand. No one asked him.

, but he started to explain on his own.

When Ling Yi heard this, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the golden lock in the man's hand, his eyes brightening: "You said this golden lock can lock spiritual power? Is it so magical?"

"Yes, once you lock it in and try to take it out, the person's fighting spirit will be gone and everything will return to zero. However, after you took out this little golden lock just now, my fighting spirit has returned to what it was before." The man finished.

Then his eyes focused on Ling Yi.

Ling Yi frowned and felt the man's fighting spirit again. As expected, his fighting spirit had instantly changed from level three to level six. Is this little golden lock really capable? And she herself was actually there.
Chapter completed!