Nian Rou opened her cherry lips and swallowed the drop of thunder liquid into her stomach.
"boom!"
A vast amount of life essence exploded in her body, and the wounds on her body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her originally weak aura continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its peak. At the same time, her talent also improved rapidly under the nourishment of the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.
"Thank you, Master, for the blessing of good fortune!"
Nian Rou felt her talent improving and cupped her hands excitedly.
Then she turned her head and looked at Mingyuan, who was breathing weakly not far away, with a look of worry on her face.
"Master, Master..."
Ye Chen followed her gaze and nodded.
At this moment, Mingyuan's face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and he was being supported by several disciples of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect. He could fall down at any time.
“Plop!”
When the two Buddhist disciples saw Ye Chen's gaze, they immediately knelt on the ground.
"Please help us, Lord Buddha!"
The two men clasped their hands together, their voices filled with pleading.
"Please stand up, both of you."
Ye Chen moved his mind and lifted the two of them up.
"Brother Mingyuan is my good friend, so I will naturally help."
As soon as he finished speaking, another drop of thunder liquid turned into a stream of purple-gold light and sank into Mingyuan's mouth.
Mingyuan's injuries recovered instantly, and the Buddha's light around him became brighter, making him look even more sacred than before.
"Amitabha, thank you, Benefactor Ye, for your help."
Mingyuan opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Ye Chen, his face full of piety.
Then, he turned his gaze to Nian Rou, his eyes filled with endless tenderness and guilt.
Nianrou also looked at Mingyuan, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if thousands of words were being communicated silently.
Nianrou read the emotions buried deep in Mingyuan's heart from his eyes. Her eyes turned red instantly and tears welled up in them.
"Nianrou, I'm sorry. I haven't been able to accompany you in your growth for so many years. I haven't fulfilled my obligations as a father."
Mingyuan raised his hand, wanting to stroke Nianrou's hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air and trembled slightly.
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