A burst of life was injected into Ouyang Qingzhi's body.
Ouyang Qingzhi was surprised to find that when this breath entered his body, it was as if he had taken a powerful pill, and his weak vitality seemed to have swelled.
In an instant, it climbed to an unprecedented level, almost the same as when it was at its peak.
"What kind of spell is this? Why is it so magical?" Ouyang Qingzhi has never seen such a magical spell in his whole life. It can actually restore a person who died frequently to his prime in an instant.
Even if I say this, no one will believe it!
Zhuo Yifan chuckled: "This is the "Derivative Technique", a spell I practiced, which can help people restore their physical strength."
"Ivan, you are so amazing. I have never heard of this kind of magic. It must be very expensive."
Zhuo Yifan smiled faintly: "It's okay, as long as you can recover, I don't care."
In fact, after performing this technique, Zhuo Yifan discovered that it was not a matter of high consumption, but that this move actually consumed source power.
Although it does not consume much, it goes without saying that the source power is precious.
After all, vitality is the source of human beings. How can ordinary strength be restored? Unless one gives up one's own vitality, but then the meaning of rescue is lost.
Ouyang Qingzhi stood up straight and frowned: "Why do I feel strong but still weak?"
Zhuo Yifan said: "You were seriously injured by Dongfang Haotian's last puppet explosion. My ability was limited at the time and I could only save a trace of your soul. To be honest, it's a miracle that you woke up."
Ouyang Qingzhi's mountain looked dim, and then he calmed down. He seemed to have taken a dim view, and said calmly: "Am I no longer able to practice in the future?"
Zhuo Yifan couldn't bear it: "Theoretically, any spell requires the control of the soul. Your soul is too damaged and you can't even control your basic power, so I sealed your power first, otherwise you will lose control."
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Ouyang Qingzhi sighed: "Actually, I am satisfied if I can save my life, but Ivan, does the thing you promised me still count?"
Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that she was talking about helping him save Miss Ouyang.
Zhuo Yifan said with some embarrassment: "I, Ifan, will do what I say, and of course I keep it. But now I don't have the ability to go to the Nine Nether Abyss. When I have the ability, I will definitely fulfill my promise and help you rescue your aunt."
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"I'm like this. I'm a useless person. Are you still willing to help me?"
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan in surprise.
This is simply unbelievable among the demons who put their interests first. The so-called promises, unless they are sworn by the soul, basically no one takes them seriously.
Zhuo Yifan looked at her with a smile. He understood very well the tangle in the heart of this arrogant and cold lady at this moment.
For her, saving her mother is her only wish in this life.
But now the soul is severely damaged, and recovery is almost impossible.
The soul is not like the body. Physical damage can be easily recovered, but the soul can only be warmed and maintained slowly. It recovers very slowly, and the applicable drugs are extremely rare.
At her current level, it would take at least a hundred years for her to recover.
But his mother was already seriously ill and could not wait that long.
The only hope now lies in Zhuo Yifan.
Thinking of this, Ouyang Qingzhi gritted his teeth and secretly made a decision in his heart.
Seeing Ouyang Qingzhi's pretty face changing from blue to white to red, Zhuo Yifan was also speechless.
Gritting his teeth, Ouyang Qingzhi asked: "I wonder how long it will take for you to enter the Nine Nether Holy Land."
Zhuo Yifan thought for a while, but he was not sure, so he had to take a closer look and said: "It should...maybe...probably...it will take at least 20 years!"
When Ouyang Qingzhi saw Zhuo Yifan, her heart almost lifted. It wasn't until she heard Zhuo Yifan say 20 years later that she felt relieved and said excitedly: "Are you serious? In 20 years,
Is it okay?”
Zhuo Yifan nodded and said with some uncertainty: "It should be about the same. It may take a little longer, but it should not exceed 30 years."
"Okay, if you can help me go to Jiuyou Holy Land to find what I want and rescue my mother, I, Ouyang Qingzhi, am willing to be a slave and serve you all my life. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by thunder and die.
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Zhuo Yifan was stunned.
After a while, he smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Qingzhi, why are you doing this? Am I, Zhuo Yifan, the kind of person who wants to repay a favor?"
"Zhuo Yifan... isn't your name Yifan? Is it you?" Ouyang Qingzhi was shocked when he heard this and looked at Zhuo Yifan in disbelief.
Zhuo Yifan secretly scolded himself for being a bitch, why he couldn't help but tell the truth in front of beautiful women.
But it doesn't matter if Ouyang Qingzhi knows that she is destined to have no fate with the Ouyang family in this life.
However, her situation is better than that of He Bizheng. After all, her mother was the former eldest daughter of the Ouyang family, so she is considered a direct descendant.
But she has a human father, which makes her the laughing stock and taboo of the family. She is destined not to be reused and unable to participate in core affairs.
No matter how outstanding she is, she will always be jealous in the Ouyang family.
Zhuo Yifan did not deliberately explain, but just smiled and said: "Now you should believe my sincerity. Don't worry, I will find a suitable way to help you restore your soul. As for being a slave and a maid,
Don’t talk about it again from now on, we are friends, shouldn’t friends help each other?”
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan with complicated eyes and said, "Should I call you Brother Zhuo or Brother Ifan?"
Zhuo Yifan said sternly: "Since we are friends, why bother being so indifferent? Just call me Yifan."
"Well, Yifan, my current situation is worse than that of a demon in the divine stage. Even if I want to help you, I can't help you. Besides, the millions of demons in Tianju's army cannot be defeated overnight.
It can be done.”
Ouyang Qingzhi said helplessly that she really wanted to help Zhuo Yifan, but her own ability to protect herself was now a problem, so she felt very guilty.
Zhuo Yifan laughed and said: "Don't worry, the problem with Tianjuxing has been solved long ago, and you are now in the devil world."
"In the devil world? Yifan, how long have I... been asleep?" Ouyang Qingzhi was shocked. She was completely unconscious and had no consciousness at all. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. According to the extent of her injuries, even if Zhuo Yifan told
She had been in a coma for hundreds of years, and she would not have the slightest suspicion.
In fact, under Zhuo Yifan's control, she spent far more time here than outside. Although it was not a hundred years, it was not much different.
Zhuo Yifan smiled and said: "It won't be long, it won't delay you from saving my aunt. Speaking of help, I really need your help now."
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan in confusion: "My soul is weak now and I can't control energy. How can I help you? Could it be that... he needs his beauty?"
She suddenly thought of the way Zhuo Yifan looked at her, and a strange thought suddenly arose in her mind.
It seems that apart from this role, I really have no use to this miraculous man.
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