After the vicious cannon fodder pampered the imperial marshal, he became popular

Chapter 5: Spiritual Sea Riot

Wen Shishu didn't know if it was his illusion, but since entering the room, the uncomfortable feeling had become stronger. He felt as if he was being squeezed madly by something, and his head even started to hurt.

Is this what they call the oppression of high-level mental power?

Wen Shishu didn't have time to think so much, because the person on the bed was obviously in a very bad condition, with his eyes closed, sweat dripping from his forehead, and even veins on his neck bulging from extreme endurance!

Wen Shishu stretched out his hand and shook him vigorously: "Fu Ciyan, wake up!"

"Wake up, there's something wrong with your spiritual sea!"

But no matter how Wen Shishu shouted, the person on the bed showed no signs of waking up.

Wen Shishu didn't know much about the spiritual sea and disorder period. Even as the original owner, because he was an F-level healer, he had never used his mental power much. The only time was to soothe Fu Ci Yan.

That incident caused her so much pain that she was unwilling to use her mental power afterwards.

Wen Shishu looked at the person on the bed who was obviously in pain and felt a little helpless. He couldn't wake him up, so what should he do?

"Oh right," Wen Shishu suddenly remembered, "Relax, yes, relax first."

She was so anxious that she forgot she could help relieve the pain.

Wen Shishu reached out and held Fu Ciyan's hand, trying hard to mobilize his spiritual sea. Compared with the last time, he was much more skilled this time.

She could clearly feel her mental power flowing towards Fu Ci Yan through their clasped hands, seeping into Fu Ci Yan's spiritual sea bit by bit.

Wen Shishu was unsure whether this would work or not, so he could only give it a try!

As time went on, Wen Shishu felt that the flow of his mental power began to accelerate, getting faster and faster, as if it was attracted by something and rushed towards one place madly.

Wen Shishu's face began to turn pale, the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

Wen Shishu gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Ciyan, wake up!"

As time passed, Wen Shishu's face became uglier and uglier.

This won't do. She still has to go to the medical center. Why didn't she think about it just now? The relief provided by the medical center must be better than that provided by an F-level doctor like hers.

Wen Shishu felt that he was almost exhausted and was ready to help the man up and call an ambulance.

She was just about to move when a powerful mental force swept over and violently knocked her clenched hand away the next second.

Wen Shishu felt a stabbing pain in his brain.

"Who!" A male voice came from above his head, carrying a strong sense of oppression and terrifying momentum!
Wen Shishu came back to his senses and looked over: "Fu Ciyan, what are you doing? I was just helping you with your treatment, and you are repaying kindness with hatred!"

The man came to his senses and instantly took back the leaked mental power. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, as if he realized something.

Did he regain his memory?

Everything that happened during the period of amnesia flashed through his mind. Fu Ci Yan suppressed his emotions and looked up at the person in front of him.

"Wen Shishu?" His voice was hoarse, and he was tired after his mental power erupted, but his eyes were extremely sharp. To be precise, he was examining the person in front of him.

She saved him, but then had a bad attitude after not getting any benefits?

Wen Shishu wanted to roll his eyes. Who else could it be but her?

He worked so hard to save people, but in the end, he almost fell down as soon as he opened his eyes. When he thought of the sweep of mental power just now, Wen Shishu couldn't help but be frightened.

What is this person's identity? His mental strength is obviously not low.

How dare the original owner pick up such a person and even treat him like that? He must be fearless of death.

Fu Ci Yan looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes, his forehead still beating violently.

He remembered that he was ambushed while fighting the Zerg, and his subsequent memory was that he was picked up by the man in front of him.

Fu Ci Yan frowned. He could feel that the starworm toxins were still present in his spiritual sea and were actively attacking his spiritual threads.

We all know that the toxins of star worms cannot be removed, and the toxins have already invaded the functional areas of the brain, so how did he stay awake?
Fu Ciyan suppressed his doubts and was about to say something, but his mental strength could no longer suppress the toxins in his body, and he suddenly realized something. Sure enough, the next second, the toxins once again covered the functional area, and Fu Ciyan became amnesiac again.

After a few seconds, Fu Ci Yan narrowed his eyes, a little confused about his current situation. What just happened?
Looking at Wen Shishu, he frowned and asked subconsciously: "Wen Shishu, what did you do again?"

When Wen Shishu heard this, he really rolled his eyes and said, "Fuck you!"

"Your mental power was rioting, and I was kind enough to help you calm down. Now you're asking me what I did?"

Fu Ci Yan then realized that her face was extremely pale, and her whole body looked like she had just been fished out of a water tank, and was almost soaked in sweat.

Fu Ciyan was stunned. He didn't expect her to save him. Clearly before...

"why?"

Looking at his suspicious eyes, Wen Shishu smiled.

"Why?" Wen Shishu repeated, and then said, "Because I don't want anyone to die in my house. Okay, are you satisfied with this answer?"

She was really out of her mind to save this man. She should have just left him to fend for himself.

It's really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, who doesn't appreciate a good person's kindness.

After Wen Shishu finished speaking, the room fell silent, and Fu Ci Yan looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression.

After a while, Wen Shishu calmed down and sighed helplessly.

OK, OK, OK, why should she bother with this guy?

These are all the messes that the original owner left for himself.

He had been schemed against by the original owner too many times before. Every help was clearly priced, so it was no wonder that he would think this way for making excessive demands.

"Forget it, at least you're awake." Wen Shishu saw the look in Fu Ci Yan's eyes when he looked at him, and compromised, knowing that he would not be able to change his opinion of him in a short time.

"Don't think too much. I'm helping you this time only because you still owe me a lot of money. If you die, who will I ask to pay you back?"

Yes, the original owner had been using his status as a savior to order people around.

In addition, there was one thing that the original owner always talked about, which was money. He said that a lot of money was spent to rescue him, and he must pay the money back to him, otherwise he could not leave.

So it’s not wrong to say so.

"Okay, you take a rest. If you still feel uncomfortable, tell me and I'll take you to the medical center." Wen Shishu said weakly.

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave the room, but his vision went dark and the next second he fell onto the bed.

Fu Ci Yan suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, as the entire weight of Wen Shishu fell on them.

Fu Ci Yan paused as his neck was brushed by the gentle breath.

.

After feeling no movement for a long while, Fu Ci Yan slowly raised his hand and moved the man's head away.

During this time, Wen Shishu's fine hair brushed across her fingertips, and Fu Ciyan's expression froze.

It was her first time to be serious. The person in front of her had his eyes closed, his face looked very bad, his lips were even a little pale, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead that had not yet dried.

Wen Shishu's mental energy was depleted too much and he fainted due to exhaustion.

Although Fu Ci Yan was not awake just now, he could feel the healing mental power gently injected into his spiritual sea, soothing his turbulent mental power.

Moreover, he even took the initiative to draw a lot of the opponent's mental power later on.

Obviously, he was only at the lowest F level, and he had previously refused to help himself because he was afraid of the pain that relief would bring. Why did he change his attitude this time?

Fu Ci Yan looked at her with deep eyes. After a long time, he retracted his gaze, stood up and picked her up.

(End of this chapter)