Ling Luoyu's face was still pale, plus the power of the Primal Chaos Spirit was used just now, and some of the Primordial Spirit was consumed. At this time, he just shook his head gently, not wanting to say a word.

Feng Chenglin checked her, and the blood in the wound seemed to stop.

There was a lot of peace in my mind, but I was also puzzled.

"What's the matter? Your wound... why does it heal so slowly?"

Injuries are commonplace for Ling Luoyu.

But the magical self-healing ability is also her rare cheating ability.

Logically speaking, after such a long period of time, Ling Luoyu's wounds should have healed seven or eighty-eight, eighty-nine-one.

But now it seems that it just stopped the blood.

Her wound was still turned out, bloody, and there was no sign of healing.

In other words, Ling Luoyu was no different from an injured ordinary person at this time.

Ling Yu knelt down beside her, just about to touch the wound, but Feng Chenglin slapped him away.

"Don't touch it!"

Don't look at where the other girl hurts!

Is that place casually touched? !

Even he was jealous and didn't dare to mess around.

Lingyu gritted her teeth: "When is it, you still think about those messy things, I want to check her wounds."

Feng Chenglin still doesn't appreciate it: "Thank you, I have taken care of her injury, and you don't need to be a leader!"

Spiritual Qi Kie: "Why are you so unreasonable?! Now, she is a patient, a wounded, I want to check her injuries and heal her... You, what do you think of me? People?"

"There is no need for you to check or treat. The wounds of our three young masters can heal by themselves, and you don't need to take care of them."

Feng Chenglin still did not allow the spiritual realm to touch Ling Luoyu's wound.

The eyes were aggressive.

It seems that if he dared to do anything, he would chop off his little claws.

"Soul Blade, be optimistic about your master, if someone dares to slap his hands and feet, take the opportunity to wipe the oil, don't be polite... just chop his hand."

Seeing his arrogant and hostile eyes, Lingyu was really angry about vomiting blood.

"You...you are really unreasonable! You can't see...she, has she lost too much blood now? If you don't receive treatment, your life will be in danger!"

Feng Chenglin still said in that tone: "I said, our three young masters don't need it, don't you understand? Just don't need it, don't need it!!"

Spiritual Realm: "..."

Although he is mad to death, what can be done?

The guy in front of him is unreasonable, and there is a knife that kills people without blood.

Glancing at the Soul Blade, the spiritual realm retreated.

If he dares to do it hard, it is estimated that this knife can really be cut in his hand.

After keeping a certain distance, the spirit domain pointed at Ling Luoyu helplessly.

"I told you, this is not a bluff to scare you, her life is really in danger..."

Feng Chenglin also gave him an affirmative answer again.

"I'm also telling you clearly that our Third Young Master can heal herself by himself, without your intervention... Do you understand? I don't need any of you to interfere with her injury!"

Feng Chenglin was guarding there, it was a desperate stance.

The spirit realm really has no choice but to take the only two people left to fetch water along with the sound of water.