"There was an accident during cultivation." He simply said, not wanting her to worry too much, and said: "It's just that the muscles are damaged, and the strength has dropped to 50% due to the damage of the muscles, and there is no major problem."
"Isn't this a big problem?" She glared at him angrily, and said worriedly: "The strong god of the gods is injured, and the non-ordinary pill can be cured, and the damage to the muscles and veins is not a small problem. Also, you are because of the muscles and veins. Only 50% of the damaged strength is left, which is very dangerous for you, do you know?"
While talking, she patted her face to dispel the last trace of drunkenness, and then sat beside him and said: "You must have taken the pill, but you can't see the effect, so let's try to fix it for you. , If it doesn't work, I will think of a solution."
"With the vitality of the green lotus in your body?" Xuanyuan Moze's face was slightly condensed, and he said solemnly: "You consume too much vitality and it will strain you, and your body..."
"It's okay, don't talk, sit down for me." She gestured, letting him sit up cross-legged with his back facing her.
"Ajiu..."
When the words came out, she saw that she had put her hands on his back with the breath of spiritual power. Seeing this, he sighed softly and gathered his mind to feel the vitality.
Feng Jiu's palms gradually filled with a blue aura, and that aura was transmitted to Xuanyuan Moze's body through his body, repairing his damaged tendons little by little.
The recovery rate of vitality to repair wounds and internal injuries is very high, but for a cultivator of the Celestial level, it is not known that it can have a similar effect?
The higher the strength, the greater the tenacity of her muscles and veins, and there is no other easy way to repair them, but at the moment, she can only do her best to help him repair, because if the muscles and veins are damaged for a long time The state, even if it can be repaired in the future, will not reach the initial peak moment.
Qing Lian's vitality was flowing in his body, making him feel a moment of relief throughout his body. He felt the power of that spiritual energy, but as Qing Lian's vitality flowed through his body, he also felt her. Gradually became a little unstable.
"Ajiu, that's enough." He said, trying to stop.
"Don't talk." Feng Jiu said, the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, and his hands pressed against his back, continuously conveying his Qinglian vitality.
Xuanyuan Moze wanted to bounce her away, but was afraid of hurting her, fearing that she could not bear it, so he said: "A Jiu, I am better, enough, you stop!"
"Ajiu..."
Feng Jiu didn't pay attention to him, but concentrated on conveying Qinglian's vitality, until his body finally couldn't hold it, and then his hands loosened, and the whole person fell onto the bed as if tired and paralyzed.
Xuanyuan Moze turned around and caught her at that moment, leaning her against his arms, and looking at her pale, with sweat on her forehead, he couldn't help but caress her face in distress, "Ah. Nine, why bother! Send so many sources of vitality to me, how can your body bear it."
"How do you feel? How much is the strength restored?" Feng Jiu asked, his voice a little weak, his whole body limp, and he couldn't lift his hands.
"Well, you don't have to worry."
"To be honest, I have to know." Feng Jiu said while looking at him.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze sighed softly: "Seven percent."
"Seven percent!" She muttered, "Then I have to find you something else."