The Legend of the Dragon King

“The rescue was timely. She barely saved her life, but because of her brain trauma, according to the therapist, her soul was damaged and she was still in a coma. I don't know when I'll wake up.” Mu Wu said bitterly.

Tang Dynasty Lin's eyebrows wrinkled tightly. After confirmation from Mu Wu, I'm afraid the situation in Ink Blue is not optimistic! The human brain is the most complex and fragile, and because spiritualists have a certain amount of spiritual power, spiritual power protects the brain to a certain extent, but for ordinary people, there is no such protection.

Ink blue brain is tormented by phosphorus flame soul, trying to recover, I'm afraid...

“Can't doctors and therapists do anything about it?” Tang Mailin asked.

Mo Wu sighed, "So far, there is no effective solution. Moreover, self-recovery is said to be difficult and to barely sustain life. ”

Tang Mailin looked at Zhenhua, “Uncle, what can you do? ”

Listen to him on this, Murwoodton's eyes lit up. The position of this priest on the continent is conceivable, and the powerful healing spiritualist he knows is absolutely at the top of the continent.

After thinking slightly, Zhen Hua said: "Heroes can't bleed to make their loved ones cry anymore. Consul Mu Wu, I do my best, I play a soul guide communication. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the room. Mu Wu was delighted. He was not only a member of Parliament, but also a consul of Tiandou City. At the same time, he was a father! He had a daughter like Ink Blue, and if she had three lengths or two, then everything seemed pointless.

Zhen Walken came out, and this man owes a lot, but as long as he can save his daughter, he doesn't care about anything right now. If none of the men hired by the Master of the Goddess can do so, then there is no real chance.

A moment later, Zhen Hua returned to Mu Dao: “I invited a therapeutic coronation to treat your daughter. Let's do what we can. ”

Mu Wu was very happy and hurried to say thank you.

You know, there are several kinds of spiritualists that are the hardest to cultivate, food is the spiritualist, the healing spiritualist, which is definitely the top of the list.

The sealed Doro-rated therapist, Phoenix Horn on all continents! The highest therapist in Tiandou City is Soul Holy, two levels apart. The chances of her daughter being rescued are high if a coronation strikes. On the contrary, of course, if this person is unable to do so, then I am afraid that his daughter has been sentenced to death. But even if there was only one chance, he wouldn't let it go now!

Zhen Hua said: “You don't have to thank me either. Since my nephew is in the right place, you can help me. The coronation will be here shortly, estimated to arrive in an hour. Prepare yourselves. ”

Tang Mailin said: "Uncle Mu Wu, can you show me Miss Mu Lan? ”

Mu Wu nodded with red eyes and looked at Zhenhua.

Zhen Hua smiled: “I haven't seen that healer under the coronation in a long time. Come with me. I have nothing to do today.” If you want to give it away, send it to the end.

Mukwu's eyes are filled with gratitude. As a goddess, how can there be nothing wrong with this busy man counting all over the continent?

Called the Soul Guided Vehicle, under the leadership of Mukwu, everyone came to Tiandu Hospital, not far from the consulate. Ink blue is treated right here in the Critical Ward.

Without alarming the hospital, Mukwu took them through the VIP access and went directly to the critical ward.

Due to the serious injuries, Ink Blue is still in the Critical Ward Ward Monitoring Room and cannot be directly contacted, but can only be seen from the outside.

When Tang Mailin saw the ink blue inside through the glass, the tears came down.

Ink blue lay calmly on the hospital bed, covered with a list, just looked at it with his eyes, it was already difficult to identify her as that beautiful and kind woman train leader.

Her head was nearly twice the size of the original swelling, her face had been deformed somewhat by the five officials, her head wrapped in thick gauze, and she had at least a dozen tubes in her body.

“Sister Ink Lan...” Tang Danglin burst into tears, no longer crying. He never thought ink would turn out like this.

Not long ago, she smiled and took herself to the train compartment, and not long ago, she was holding herself to tears.

But at this moment, she's been like this, and I'm afraid she's just hanging there in one breath.

Mo Wu just glanced at his daughter and had walked aside, one hand covering his face and the other striking against the wall.

Zhen Hua is also frowning tightly.

Tang Mailin's fists were tight. He hated himself so much, hated that he was not strong enough, hated that he failed to protect the ink blue. Hate the evil spiritualist more brutally and viciously.

Evil Soul Master! These fucking guys.

To become stronger, you must become stronger, to protect more people, to avoid the recurrence of tragedies like Sister Ink.

“Brother, why are you crying? Cry nose. Shame on you?” At this moment, a milky voice suddenly came around.

Tang Mailin looked down and found that he didn't know when, suddenly there was a little guy on his feet.

The little guy was still a little unstable walking, looking at most like he was about two years old, pulling his pants legs, lifting his head and looking at himself curiously.

Tang Mailin was stunned and knelt down. "My brother was a little sad, so I cried. Who the hell are you? How come you're alone here, where's your mom and dad? ”

The little guy's eyes are big and they're very pretty. Blinking her eyes wide, she said: "Dad said that Mom is tired lately and is sleeping inside. Mom's been asleep for two days. Why aren't you awake? I'm in a bit of a hurry. ”

Tang Mailin's body shook dramatically, his ass sat on the ground, he finally knew who the child was in front of him, and the tears he had just endured could not help but snatch his orbit again.

This is Indra's child!

He opened his arms and hugged the little man in his arms. "Your mother is tired! She'll recover after a little sleep. She'll wake up in no time. ”

The little guy was hugged by Tang Dynasty Lin and didn't resist. “But I haven't eaten Mom's grandmother in a long time. I miss Mom.”

Tang Mailin's body trembled and wanted to hold him up. At this moment, one hand pressed against his shoulder, a low and some dull voice came, "Don't hold him up. ”

Tang Mailin turned his head and saw that he was surrounded by a handsome young man, about 27 or 8 years of age, with red eyes, who resisted letting his tears slide down.

He looked at Tang Danglin and nodded to him, "You can't let the baby see what his mother looks like now. ”

Tang Mailin woke up. The little guy's height was too high to cross the courtyard wall to reach the glass height. Naturally, he couldn't see what was going on inside.

He's so small! His mother has...

Tang Mailin let go of the little guy and stood up, “Brother-in-law, it's all my fault, I didn't protect Ink Lan well. ”

The young man sighed and shook his head, “Without you, I'm afraid the last time she... she wouldn't listen to me. She always said that if everyone didn't do their job because they were afraid of danger, the Federation would be in disarray. She always thinks about other people. She...” Speaking of which, he couldn't help but shed tears.

The little doll looked at Don Danglin and looked at Daddy, and he cried out.

The young man hurriedly squatted down, hugged the child in his arms, patted him gently, and curled himself to cry, “Baby doesn't cry, it's okay, it's okay. ”

Tang Mailin stood there idly, at this moment, in his 14-year-old mind, suddenly changed.

When he was a kid, he wanted to be a spiritualist because he thought the spiritualist was extraordinarily gorgeous, extraordinarily powerful and respected by all.

After awakening from his martial soul, he finally became a soul master, and he gradually began to feel the beauty of the soul master world.

Nar and his parents left one after the other, making him a lonely widow, when he began to have the idea of finding them after becoming strong.

And now, he feels more deeply, more powerful, to guard the good. Once again, a new goal has emerged, and if you are strong enough, the tragedy before you will not take place. And now he can't do anything but watch Ink Blue lie there and nothing can help her except pray for her. This feeling of powerlessness made him painfully want to punch the wall.

I have to work harder! Tang Mailin told himself in his heart that the blood of a teenager burned because of the harm of evil to goodness.

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