3552 Pure Yin Body
When Song Yiping heard this, he laid Ye Ling flat. He went to scoop a bowl of spirit snake soup and brought it to her side. He then helped her sit up and leaned her against his chest, carefully feeding her one small spoonful at a time.
Song Yiping was anxious as he watched the soup drip down the corner of her mouth. She had fainted and was unable to eat, making it impossible to feed her in this condition.
After giving it some thought, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the spirit snake soup before leaning down to pass it from his mouth to hers.
Feng Jiu was sitting nearby, drinking her bowl of soup. When she looked over, she arched an eyebrow. This kid is pretty capable!
Xuanyuan Mo Ze briefly glanced at them before turning his attention back to Feng Jiu. “Would you like another bowl?”
“Have you eaten?” Feng Jiu asked. Seeing that he didn’t respond, she smiled, “If you haven’t eaten yet, have some. This soup has been simmering for a while now, it’s very rich.”
She said with a smile. After finishing her soup, she poured another bowl and handed it to him.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze finally took the bowl and started drinking.
After feeding her nearly half a bowl, Song Yiping noticed that her eyelashes were quivering. Her eyes slowly opened. When she saw him, her calm eyes showed a look of confusion.
“Yiping?”
Her voice was so weak that if he weren’t paying attention, he wouldn’t be able to hear it at all.
“It’s me, Ah Ling, I’m back,” Song Yiping’s eyes reddened as he looked at her, his voice choked as if something was stuck in his throat.
“I must have died to see you,” she muttered, her eyes glazed over. She was burned to death, set on fire by her own family and burned alive.
She must have died when she finally saw the person she had been longing for. She must have died because she didn’t feel any pain from being burned by fire.
“No, you’re not dead, Ah Ling, you’re fine. Madam Ling saved you; you’re still alive,” Song Yiping hastily assured her. He then adjusted her position so she could see Feng Jiu standing beside them.
“Look, this is Madam Ling. She saved you.”
Ye Ling’s vacant gaze was drawn to the woman in an azure robe standing by the fire, whom she had never met before. This woman must be extremely powerful to save her from the clutches of the eight families.
“Thank you.”
With a whisper of thanks, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Her own family had tried to burn her alive, but a stranger had saved her.
Feng Jiu looked at her and said, “Have another bowl of soup to nourish yourself,” then glanced at Song Yiping.
“Yes, yes, drink another bowl to warm you up,” Song Yiping replied, quickly scooping another bowl and carefully feeding it to her.
After drinking the soup, her frail body could take no more and she fell asleep while leaning against Song Yiping. Watching her fall asleep, Song Yiping couldn’t help but look towards Feng Jiu.
“Madam Ling.”
Feng Jiu rose and went over to examine her. After a long pause, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. “She has a pure Yin constitution, but her current condition shows a severe depletion of energy, vigour, and blood. It’s as if…” Her voice trailed off as she stared thoughtfully at Ye Ling.
“As if what?” Song Yiping couldn’t help but ask.
Feng Jiu ignored him and approached Xuanyuan Mo Ze. “Husband, do you think a dark spirit could be hiding inside her body?” She had a feeling something was wrong with her.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze gave her a glance before turning his gaze to Ye Ling.
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