"This kind of fruit is a great tonic. My body is too weak, and eating too much will not be beautiful. Once this fruit is cut open, it must be eaten immediately, otherwise it will break quickly. You are now in the stage of growing your body,
Half of the fruit can replenish your spiritual power for more than a thousand years. It would be a pity to waste it..."
With the strength of Indra, his speech became much more coherent.
I see.
Feng Qingyu looked at most of the fruit in his hand. The scene of Indra Sin trying hard to seize the fruit just now swept past in front of his eyes—
This fruit was won by his life, and it would be a pity to throw it away.
Feng Qingyu was not a pretentious girl at first. After understanding this, she no longer politely and ate the half of the fruit quickly.
After seeing her finishing her meal, Di Shiyin breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he had some strength, the wounds on his body were still hurting, causing him to sweat frequently.
"Can you use your energy to heal your wounds now?" Feng Qingyu's eyes swept past his wounds again.
Indra took a breath, and he struggled to sit up, but when he moved the wound, it hurt so much that it made him sweat again.
Feng Qingyu couldn't see it, so he stepped forward and held him up: "It turns out that you, the Supreme God, have such a weak moment-"
Her breath approached, which was the faint fragrance unique to her body, which he had used to smelling. Now that he smelled it again, Di Shiyin felt warm in his heart, sweet and sad, and even the pain seemed to have forgotten-
—
She held him cross-legged and sat cross-legged. Indra meditated for a while, and his mind slowly flowed in his body. He could already use his power to drive away poison.
Mo Canghai's gun also contains highly poisonous. If it were an ordinary person, it might be fatal if the gun was scratched a little bit.
Fortunately, Indra's physique is different from that of ordinary people, and his blood has a detoxification effect, so after being shot these few shots, it was not considered poisoning. It was fine to use his power to expel the poisonous blood directly.
His exercise of eliminating poisons drove the acupoint where Feng Qingyu stopped him from bleeding, and blood flowed out of the wound, but the blood flowed out this time was pink, like the brightest peach blossoms...
Feng Qingyu frowned and realized that the wound on his body was also poisonous.
My eyes couldn't help but glance at his legs again. Can the poison there be so much force out like this?
Elder Yunkong was also infected with the same poison, so he could also use the same method to make it happen, right?
"Qingyu, please dodge a little." Di Shiyin suddenly spoke, and a silver knife would appear in his hand.
Feng Qingyu's eyes shrank slightly, and the silver knife looked familiar-
White jade couch, silver knife, beating bright red heart...
The heart seemed to be pricked by the needle tip, and her face turned pale and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Indra asked her to retreat because she was afraid that the blood would touch her. Suddenly she saw her big eyes staring at the silver knife in her hand, her face was strange, and she felt like she understood something, and suddenly she felt like she understood something in her heart.
A twist.
The damage I caused to her that time was almost fatal, but it was irreversible...
The silver knife in his hand is naturally not the same, and the style is also different, but it evokes Feng Qingyu's bad memories-
"Qingyu, you-" He couldn't remember how to comfort her for a moment.
Feng Qingyu shook his head: "I'm fine!"
She subconsciously patted the bad scene just now back into the depths of her mind: "You deal with it first, I'll pick up some dry firewood."