"I hope Master will be merciful!" Li Ying bowed deeply, bending almost to the top of her feet.

Fakong flicked the sleeves of his cassock, straightened her upright, sighed and said, "That's it, let's give it a try."

His eyes suddenly became dark and he looked in the direction of Baihu Avenue.

In the middle of Baihu Avenue, a group of guards formed a two-tiered siege, surrounding a heroic young man lying on the ground.

Two middle-aged men were holding the shoulders and Dantian of the heroic young man Chu Jing, the third son of the King of England, and were desperately trying to save his vitality.

Unfortunately, after his heart was broken, Chu Jing's body turned into a sieve, and the rapid loss of vitality could not be stopped.

No matter how hard the two masters tried, they couldn't keep him. They could only watch Chu Jing's eyes dimming rapidly.

"Alas——!" A middle-aged man with a thoughtful face took his hands off Chu Jing's shoulders and shook his head dejectedly.

Another handsome middle-aged man with a sullen face pressed his palms to Chu Jing's Dantian, still continuously injecting vitality, allowing the vitality to stimulate blood and promote blood circulation.

But his blood was still slowing down rapidly. Even though his vitality was getting stronger and stronger, he still didn't pay attention to the matter.

"What should I do? What should I do?" The middle-aged man who gave up in despair murmured: "The magic pill is useless, the magical power is useless, what should I do?"

The handsome middle-aged man gritted his teeth and had a livid face as he continued to spend his energy, feeling that he was on the verge of exhaustion.

The Third Prince's body seemed to be a bottomless pit. No matter how much energy he continued to pour into it, it was still useless.

He knew it was useless, but he also knew there was no other way.

Either watching the Third Prince's body become cold or stiff, or trying his best to hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Maybe the third prince, a lucky man and a god, can really come back to life.

"Sun Zongfeng, I heard that Master Fakong has become very famous recently. It is said that the sacred water in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is extremely miraculous and can heal people's bones. Why not give it a try." A guard suddenly said.

"Yes." Another guard nodded: "My grandfather will be dead soon. He took a sip of the divine water and is in great spirits now."

"Yes, Shenshui Shenshui!" The middle-aged man gave up and slapped his hands fiercely. In a flash, he got out of the circle formed by the guards and disappeared.

The middle-aged Junyi gritted his teeth and continued to activate his vitality, but found that the blood had stopped flowing completely, and it was as hard to shake as a mountain.

The Third Prince is completely dead!

"Here comes the divine water!" The middle-aged man, whose face was full of thoughts, was like a gust of wind blowing, holding a rough sea bowl with clear water in his hand.

Junyi, a middle-aged man, pointed his finger, causing Chu Jing to open his mouth, but the water poured in and did not flow into his stomach.

"Your Majesty, I can't drink anymore."

"What should I do?"

At this moment, the two of them looked up and felt an invisible force descending from the void, covering them.

Immediately, jelly-like power poured directly into the body, and endless vitality surged in the body instantly.
Chapter completed!