The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nangong Yu bowed his head to check the situation of Wu Qi, and frowned: "The situation is indeed not optimistic."

Puxi nodded, she knew the situation of Wuqi now.

If we say that there is a spiritual root in a person's body, the spiritual root represents a person's talent.

Then there are similar things in the body of the monster, the monster calls them inherited blood.The nobility and richness of the inherited blood line determine the speed and strength of this monster.

At the beginning of the inspection, Suxi only thought that the Wuqi had lost most of its demon power and could not be recovered.

However, she was shocked to find out after careful inspection.

Wu Qi was taken away not only by the power of demon, but also by his heritage.

If the demon power is taken away, it can still be absorbed by absorbing the demon power to transform the spiritual power, but how can the inherited blood be restored?

Su Xi frowned and looked at the little raccoon with red eyes and swollen eyes holding a witch's contract: "Little raccoon, have you ever encountered this before?"

The little raccoon shook his head and nodded again. His eyes were full of pain and resentment. "Miss, I don't know. From the moment I have memories, there is only my brother next to me. My brother said, we have great enemies. They took them away. He took our clan, grabbed our father and mother, and then took away our demon power, let us die in pain."

"Brother always wanted revenge, but the enemies were too powerful. The brother was injured and dying several times, and the last time, if it was not a lady, you saved the brother, my brother and I had long ago... But I did not expect that my brother was still killed by them. Grab it, woo woo...why are they so bad? Why should they do this to us? We never thought of hurting anyone!"

Suxi reached out and gently touched the little girl’s head, hugged her into her arms, and said softly: “Don’t worry, I will find a way to heal your brother.”

But as the saying goes, Suxi frowned.

It seems that if you want to know the treatment method, you must first ask clearly the process of Wu Qi's being taken away from the inheritance of blood, so that you can play against the medicine.

Thinking of this, Suxi took out the golden needle and carefully plunged into Wu Qi's head.

Wu Qi in a coma made a painful voice, and a large bead of sweat came out of his forehead, slowly opening his eyes.

Wu Qi's eyes seemed to have no focus, and fell vaguely on the raccoon.

When he saw what the little raccoon was like, a trance and sad smile appeared on his face: "Little raccoon, is my brother about to die? So I dreamed of you... I can see you before death, see If you live well, your brother will be relieved!"

"Wow--!!" The little raccoon couldn't help crying and fell into Wuqi's arms, "Brother, don't die, don't die, brother!"

Su Xi reached out his hand and inserted a few gold needles into Wu Qi's brain. Wu Qi's originally confused expression slowly became sober, but the intense pain and emptiness from his body made his face sweat more.

Suxi put the crying raccoon into his arms and looked down at Wu Qi, said: "Wu Qi, tell me, are you conscious now?"

Wu Qi frowned, and when he saw Suxi, he was stunned for a while, then remembered something, and suddenly glared wide eyes: "Master! Why are you here?"

Suxi said lightly: "The little raccoon discovered your whereabouts and was worried about your accident, so I accompanied her to find you."