"An accident occurred during training." He simply said, not wanting her to worry too much, "It was only the tendons that were damaged. His strength dropped to 50% because of the damage to his tendons. There are no other major problems."
"Isn't this a big problem?" She glared at him unhappily and said worriedly, "When a powerful god is injured, it cannot be cured by ordinary medicine, and the damage to your tendons is not a small problem. Also, because of the damage to your tendons, you only have 50% of your strength left. This is very dangerous for you, don't you know?"
As she spoke, she patted her face to dispel the last trace of drunkenness, then sat beside him and said, "You must have taken the pill, but you just can't see any effect. How about this! I'll try to help you recover first, and if it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."
"With the vitality of the Azure Lotus in your body?" Xuanyuan Moze's face was slightly serious, and he said in a deep voice: "You have consumed too much vitality, which is also harmful to you, and your body..."
"It's okay, don't talk, just sit down." She gestured for him to sit cross-legged with his back facing her.
"Ajiu..."
As soon as he said that, he saw that she had already used her hands and spiritual power to stick to his back. Seeing this, he sighed softly and gathered his mind to feel the vitality.
A green aura gradually emanated from Fengjiu's palms. The aura was transmitted through her body into Xuanyuan Moze's body, repairing his damaged tendons bit by bit.
The chance of recovery by using vitality to repair wounds and internal injuries is very high, but, for cultivators at the god level, I don’t know what effect it will have
The higher the strength, the tougher the tendons and veins are, and it is more difficult to repair them. But right now, she can only do her best to help him repair them, because if the tendons and veins are left in a damaged state for a long time, even if they can be repaired in the future, they will not reach their original peak.
The vitality of Qinglian flowed in his body, making him feel relaxed all over. He felt the powerful spiritual energy. However, as the vitality of Qinglian flowed in his body, he also felt that her breath was gradually becoming unstable.
"Ajiu, that's enough." He said, trying to stop it.
“Don’t talk.” Feng Jiu said, the sweat on her forehead sliding down her cheeks, her hands pressed tightly against his back, continuously supplying him with the vitality of the Qing Lian.
Xuanyuan Moze wanted to push her away, but was afraid of hurting her and that she couldn't bear it, so he said, "Ajiu, I'm much better now, that's enough, please stop!"
"Ajiu..."
Fengjiu ignored him and focused on transmitting Qinglian's vitality until her body could no longer hold on. Then she loosened her hands and fell to the ground as if she was exhausted.
Xuanyuan Moze turned around at that moment and caught her, letting her lean on his arms. Seeing her pale face and sweat on her forehead, he couldn't help but caress her face distressedly: "Ajiu, why are you doing this! How can your body bear the fact that you are sending so much vitality to me?"
"How do you feel? How much of your strength has been restored?" Fengjiu asked, her voice a little weak, her whole body was limp, and she couldn't even lift her hands.
"Okay, don't worry."
"Tell me the truth, I need to know." Fengjiu looked at him and said.