Chapter 1115: Captive

"What can you do?"

Sylvia knew that what he said was true, but she was still a little unconvinced. Could it be that a "young master" who lived a life of luxury could have any treatment methods?

"Women are short-sighted and have long hair. Watch this."

Fang Ye put his hand on the horrible wound. After the spiritual healing technique was activated, Sylvia's amber eyes lit up instantly.

"So you are a healing psychic?"

Fang Ye chuckled: "Right, now you know the importance of men, right?"

Sylvia rolled her eyes: "How old are you? In my eyes, you are not even a man, at most a little man."

"That's too much. Which eye of yours saw that I am young..."

After a few words, Fang Ye took his hand back. Sylvia looked down and found that her wound had scabbed over and she didn't feel any pain now.

"Awesome! I have seen a healing psychic before, but the healing effect he can achieve is far inferior to yours. At most, he can only prevent the wound from getting worse and speed up the healing process!"

"Thank you." Fang Ye replied without comment.

Sylvia took out a small flashlight from her pocket. She wanted to see where she was.

After the light came on, she found that outside the iron cage were cold stone walls, and each surface was tightly sealed, as if it was formed naturally!

"Oh my God, where is this place?"

"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's the place where psychics are imprisoned." Fang Ye took out two sausages like a magic trick and handed one to Sylvia. "Let's make the best of it. Let's replenish our strength first."

"No, thank you. I really have no appetite."

The Mad Lion Mercenary Corps that she had worked so hard to establish was wiped out within a day, and now she was also imprisoned. Of course, she had no appetite.

"Forget it if you don't want to eat it." Fang Ye didn't persuade her any more. He tore open the package and ate it by himself. Then he took out two bottles of mineral water from somewhere.

"Drink some water?"

This time Sylvia didn't refuse. She hadn't had a drop of water for half a day. She was really dry-mouthed and her throat was about to catch fire.

Shirley seemed to smell the aroma of ham sausage and finally woke up. After finding that she was curled up in Fang Ye's arms, she immediately jumped away like a frightened bunny...

"Then what can you do?"

Sylvia knew that what he said was true, but she was still a little unconvinced. Could it be that a pampered "young master" could have any treatment methods?

"Women are short-sighted, watch this."

Fang Ye put his hand on the horrible wound. After the spiritual healing technique was activated, Sylvia's amber eyes lit up instantly.

"So you are a healing psychic?"

Fang Ye chuckled: "Right, now you know the importance of men, right?"

Sylvia rolled her eyes: "How old are you? In my eyes, you are not a man, at most a little man."

"That's too much, which eye of yours saw me as young..."

After a few words, Fang Ye took his hand back. Sylvia looked down and found that her wound had scabbed over and she didn't feel any pain now.

"Awesome! I've seen a healing psychic before, but the healing effect he can achieve is far inferior to yours. At most, he can only stop the wound from getting worse and speed up the healing process!"

"Thank you." Fang Ye replied without commenting.

Sylvia took out a small flashlight from her pocket. She wanted to see where she was.

After the light came on, she found that the outside of the iron cage was actually a cold stone wall, and each surface was tightly sealed, as if it was formed naturally!

"Oh my God, where on earth is this place?"

"Do I even need to ask? Of course, this is where psychics are imprisoned." Fang Ye took out two sausages like a magic trick and handed one to Sylvia. "Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Let's replenish our energy first."

"No, thank you. I really don't have an appetite."

The Mad Lion Mercenary Corps that she had worked so hard to establish was completely wiped out within a day, and now she was also imprisoned. Of course, she had no appetite.

"Forget it." Fang Ye did not persuade her. He tore open the package and ate it by himself. Then he took out two bottles of mineral water from somewhere.

"Have some water?"

This time Sylvia did not refuse. She had not had a drop of water for half a day. She was really dry-mouthed and her throat was about to catch fire.

Shirley seemed to smell the aroma of ham sausage and finally woke up. After finding that she was curled up in Fang Ye's arms, she immediately jumped away like a frightened bunny...