As the healing divine light, intertwined with complex and mysterious runes, shined upon her, Lu Lingjing's skeletal and bloodied form, like parched earth meeting precious rain, began to slowly heal, with new skin growing over.
However, her injuries were too severe; unless Lu Changsheng burned his life origin, it would be difficult to heal her in a short time.
After he managed to stop some of the bleeding, Lu Changsheng took several healing pills from his storage ring and gently fed them to Lu Lingjing's tiny mouth.
Then, he gently wiped away a few tear stains from her misty eyes and comforted her softly, "There, there, don't cry anymore."
"Thank you, my Lord." Lu Lingjing, with her pale and delicate little face still bearing some scars, said in a crisp and weak voice, no longer shedding tears.
As a Fourth Rank Transformed Demon King, mere injuries would not cause her to cry.
