Pulan sighed helplessly, still wanting to struggle a little more:
Before I answer you, can you tell me what you want to do by asking him?
Hua Changle gave a forced smile: "What do you think I want to do?"
Pulan understood: "Alright, if I'm not mistaken, it's a feud, something like being torn to pieces, right?"
Hua Changle's lips twitched: "You know him well, why ask another question?"
Pulan glanced at her sideways: "I'm just hoping that you might be special to him."
Hua Changle's expression was indescribable, like seeing a fly in a sip of soup.
Pulan was suddenly amused by her expression and replied, "Yes."
"He is one of the elders of the deification faction."
Hua Changle had no doubt that this was expected: with the God-Making Faction behind him, no wonder he had managed to escape for so long without being caught.
"The second question..."
"This is the third one."
"This is your second question." Hua Changle glared, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Pulan pursed her lips and let her be.
Is Lu Sheng in the Central Plains now?
Pulan: "No."
Are Rikuo's abilities similar to yours?
Prandeau glanced at her: "Yes."
"Is Lu Sheng's constitution similar to yours?"
"……yes."
"Is Lu Sheng born with a flirtatious nature?"
"yes."
Is Lu Sheng's cultivation level above yours?
"yes."
"Is Lu Sheng one of the factions in the Elders' Council?"
"Is it... Huh? Hey hey hey!"
Pulan braked suddenly but couldn't stop in time.
She stared at the person in the wheelchair in surprise: "Hey! You're playing this game with me, aren't you? Trying to trick me into telling you something?"
Hua Changle has gotten the answer he wanted.
As expected, there are divisions within the deification faction.
During her free time, she actually did some thinking.
Why did Donggui, Naihe, Pulan, and Kazmir, who weren't entirely without opportunities to escape and return to the God-Making Faction, choose to remain on this battlefield rather than go back?
Why didn't the god-making faction send out suitable support forces in time? Did they just send a few cannon fodder eighth-tier soldiers to their deaths?
After much thought, she deduced that there was only one possibility: problems had arisen within the deification faction.
It seems that Donggui was tricked by Biyin, but in reality, the entire god-making faction was used by Biyin.
Given such a serious "error," would the leaders of the deification faction remain unresponsive?
So what seems like inappropriate support may just be the reaction of the deification faction.
Internal strife within the deification faction.
This indirectly influenced the course of the Northern Campaign.
This also determined the fate of Kazmir and the others.
"Thank you for your answer, I am very satisfied."
Hua Changle extended a hand: "Take my hand."
She currently has very limited superpowers to activate; summoning vines consumes a lot of energy, so direct physical contact is the most efficient way to activate them.
A look of worry flashed across Xue Wuwang's face, but he did not stop him.
Pulan hesitated for a moment, then walked over with some skepticism, one hand on his hip and the other casually resting on her hand.
Hua Changle slowly activated the supernatural power within her body.
Because the damage to her core has not been fully repaired, and her internal organs and meridians are still in a state of great disarray, she must use her energy very carefully, avoiding the most severely injured areas as much as possible. This requires dozens of times more energy than normal.
She was riddled with wounds inside, unable to completely avoid them. The supernatural power flowed through her broken meridians like salt water flowing through a wound, a painful yet stimulating sensation.
Hua Changle gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and guided his supernatural power to gather in his palm, drawing the energy from Pulan's body into his own.
As his power drained, Pulan instinctively tried to resist, but Hua Changle stopped him with a single look: "Do you want us both to die?"
I'm not kidding. If her abilities get out of control, she might really drain Pulan dry, causing her to explode and die.
There is no second Bion to bring her back to life, nor a second body for her to create.
Pulan dared not resist.
Hua Changle used the [Ingestion] technique to devour Pulan's overflowing supernatural power, and also unceremoniously absorbed some of his life force.
Pulan's abilities are linked to his superpowers; if his superpowers weaken, the backlash will naturally lessen.
only……
Pulan's legs went weak and her head spun. She stared at Hua Changle and asked, "What...what did you do to me?"
"Is it because I'm weak?"
Hua Changle withdrew his hand, lightly pressed it against his chest, and gave a very smug look.
"It's for your own good, sister. If you're weak, you won't have time to mess around, okay?"
"Take a break."
No need to send it.
Pulan collapsed to the ground, gritting his teeth, but too weak to curse.
Her vitality was incidentally drained "a little".
Hua Changle turned around, her expression immediately changed, and the skin on her neck tensed.
Only after he went out and closed the door did Hua Changle open his mouth, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as snow.
"Lele!" Raymond cried out in alarm, crouching down in front of her. "What's wrong?"
Xue Wuwang also bent down to ask.
Hua Changle suppressed the strange churning within her body and gently shook her head: "...It's alright."
But in reality, it's not very successful.
It's like an inflated, ruptured balloon. You finally manage to plug the hole, but then another gust of air gets blown in. It doesn't burst, but the pressure at each hole is even greater.
Hua Changle's vision blurred, and she felt unsteady on her feet. She instinctively raised her hand, and Raymond immediately supported her, saying, "Let's go back right away!"
"Wait, wait a minute..."
Hua Changle squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and looked at Xue Wuwang.
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