I Am the Fifth of the Four Demon Kings

　　 But after shaking his head, the young man seemed to understand the words of the saint, and asked a little nervously:

　　 "My sister, my brother is like this... is there any help?"

　　 The saint on the opposite side bit her lip and did not answer. Instead, she increased the speed of the magical power in her hand, and a gleam of sweat flowed down from her snow-white forehead.

　　 Seeing this scene, how could the young man not understand a trace of the saint, his face turned pale, and he sat down:

"how so…"

　　 He can't imagine, what else can be done for people who can't even be rescued by the saint.

　　 The young man’s muttering made the saint’s heart hurt, and she didn’t want to watch a young teenager just leave in front of her.

　　 So she gritted her teeth, silently inputting her healing magic to the boy, hoping that he could get better.

　　 But it's limited to this. The saint is very clear in her heart that the condition of this boy is different from the disease, and the problem in his body has already involved magic.

　　 If it is a general disease, disability or even poisoning, the healing magic of the saint can easily help him to take care of him. It can be said that dealing with these common diseases is the best in the entire church, and the pope can't do hers.

　　 But the root of the juvenile symptoms is obviously the dark purple blood in his body and the black power that rushes through his body. This kind of thing involves magic, and her healing magic can't exert much power at all.

　　 Maybe it would be easier to find a sage whose level is much higher than her, simply to suppress it with the powerful magic power in the body.

　　 But it can only achieve the degree of suppression. The saint can see that in order to completely cure this situation, only the black blood in his body can be absorbed into his body.

　　 But who would dare to do this easily? The strength of the black blood is in the eyes of the saint, let alone her, even her mother-in-law absorbed this kind of blood, and the consequences are uncertain.

　　 Just when the saint's face was pale and conveying magic power to the boy, the youth beside her pushed Hill's hand away:

　　 "Don't be like this... Your saintess, you can save your brother like this with all your heart. We are very grateful for your heart, but if you can't be saved, you can't be saved. We don't want to cause you any more trouble..."

　　 The young man said with a heavy face, and the saint whose breathing was a little heavier in front of him, he kept watching. Of course, he understood that what the saint was doing was just using his magic power to support his brother's life.

　　 But the saint's magical power is limited, so the continuous and high-powered withdrawal of his magical power, or even the overdraft of his magical power, will cause great damage to himself, and he does not want the saint to cause any disease for them.

　　 "Brother, he... is already very grateful to you..."

　　 The young man said calmly, but there was a sorrow in his eyes. He didn't expect that even if he found the saint, he wouldn’t be able to solve his brother’s situation...

　　 "No, I still have a way to heal him!"

　　 But the saint refused to give up. She gritted her teeth and suddenly made a decision. She wanted to pull the black and purple from the opponent's body onto herself.

　　As a saint, if she can't save her people with all her strength, then what is the meaning of her life? If she can die because of saving people, then at least there will be no regrets.

　　 What's more, her body is suppressed by the healing magic power, and she is confident that she will not be hurt by the magic in the blood.

　　 However, at the same time she made such a decision, Lu Ming behind her sighed and finally walked up.

　　 "You go take a break and leave his problem to me. I have a way to solve it."

　　 Hearing Lu Ming's words, the saint looked back at him, her eyes lightly lit up.

　　 The opponent is a brave man, possessing the wonderful power stored in the holy sword. Since he can say that he can solve it, it must be possible, at least she trusts Lu Ming very much.

　　 "Then, let me say thank you on behalf of this young man."

　　 The saint bowed heavily. She had already planned to sacrifice, but Lu Ming suddenly said that he had a way to make her feel relieved.

　　 One part is for her people, and the other part is also for herself. If Lu Ming saves the believers of this church, she can be regarded as her own savior.

　　 "My Lord Saint, he is..."

　　 Seeing Hill trust a man so much, the young man was taken aback.

　　 To be honest, there was a man living in the saint’s house, which was enough to surprise him. As a saint who is a pure incarnation, if this kind of thing spreads out, the consequences will probably not be as explosive as the previous news of hermaphrodite.

　　 "He is a brave man."

　　 Hill just replied softly like this, and the young man who was immediately attracted grew his mouth.

　　 After that, he ran to Lu Ming in two steps in three steps, knelt down and begged:

　　 "Brave, Lord Brave! Please, save my brother!"

　　 Yes, the young man at this moment suddenly thought, if there are people on the mainland who can't even help the saint, who else can help?

　　 Then there is only one answer, and that is the brave man.

　　 A brave who can save even the entire continent.

That's someone who really stands on the pinnacle of mankind. Any goddess is a P to a brave man. After all, the goddess has never shown her miracles. Even the goddess teaches himself to suspect that the goddess has been dead for many years. Up.

　　 But the brave are different. They are a few people who are really living in this world. UU reading www.uukanshu.com protects all of their human beings. In the eyes of others, the brave can do everything they can't imagine.

　　 "Let me see."

　　 Lu Ming said casually, and came to the boy's side as the youth looked forward to it.

　　 With just a glance, he confirmed the boy's physical illness.

　　 "It turned out to be like this..."

　　 Lu Ming's brow furrowed deeper, and the eyes of the saint and the young man beside him lit up. The young man asked:

　　 "Master Brave, do you recognize this symptom?"

　　 The young man suppressed the joy in his heart deeply, thinking, if he recognizes it, then it will be easy to handle, this treatment method, should the brave man understand somewhat?

　　 Lu Ming did not speak, because the symptoms of the boy in front of him were clearly the consequence of being forcibly integrated with the blood of the demon race.

　　 The so-called very talented bloodline of the demons cannot be digested by humans without any talent.

　　 It is better to say that after the blood of all races merges into the body of other people, there is a danger of exploding and death.

　　 But in the same way, if you can sustain it and successfully merge your blood, you will surely gain powerful power from other races.

　　 Not to mention this, what makes Lu Ming feel incredible is that he can see that this young man is fused with the blood of a purebred demon clan.

　　 Although there is only a trace, how can there be purebred demons in this era?

　　The so-called purebred demons are powerful demons who will surely reach level 200 when they reach adulthood, and work hard to reach level 400 easily.

　　 Even 600 and 800 levels are not impossible.

　　In this era, even the four great demon kings cannot be purebred demons, how can they still see their blood?