Chapter 142 Healing Flanders
"Flanders will never forget what happened today. If you need anything in the future, you can go to the grocery store in Soto City to find me. Then, I will do my best to repay you two for your kindness today!"
After saying that, Flanders performed a standard and solemn salute towards Yang Ziyuan and the other two.
His eyes were firm and full of gratitude, as if this gift carried gratitude that could not be expressed in thousands of words.
However, Yang Ziyuan chuckled and said with a slightly mocking tone: "Haha, with your weak body now, how long can you hold on? I'm afraid that by the time I really need you, you'll have already been buried!"
"Uh"
Hearing this, Flanders felt like something was stuck in his throat and was speechless for a moment.
His heart full of gratitude and commitment was instantly shattered by these words, leaving him in embarrassment and helplessness.
He knew that what Yang Ziyuan said was not without reason.
After all, his current injuries have reached the point of exhaustion.
If I don’t get treatment quickly, I’m afraid I won’t live long.
However, whenever he recalled those brothers who had suffered misfortune, and the woman he loved so much who had been defiled by Tang San, the anger deep in his heart was like a surging wave that could not be suppressed.
Because of this, he relied on his tenacious willpower, gritted his teeth, and dragged his wounded body all the way to Wuhun City with difficulty.
Determined to fight to the death, just to seek justice for the deceased brothers and the humiliated lover!
Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. He couldn't even beat an ordinary person now, so how could he be a match for Tang San?
Thinking of this, a hint of determination suddenly flashed across Flanders' eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "thump" sound, and he knelt on the ground without hesitation.
"what do you mean?"
"Yang Ziyuan, I know you are from the Po Yi clan, and I also know that you and Tang San don't get along! If you can help me kill him, I, Flanders, am willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life!"
Yang Ziyuan was very surprised to hear this.
He really couldn't figure out what Tang San had done to make Flanders so determined.
I would rather give up my freedom for the rest of my life than put him to death!
There must be an unknown secret hidden in this, but Yang Ziyuan knows nothing about it at the moment.
However, after a brief moment of astonishment, the corners of Yang Ziyuan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
Because he suddenly realized that this might not be a bad thing for them.
After all, Xue'er just wanted the other person to be her thug.
This way, he wouldn't have to spend too much time on the other party.
"You better think it over carefully! If you regret it later, I won't let you go easily!"
"Don't worry about this! Even if I, Flanders, have the guts to do this, I won't dare to default on my debt. After all, I don't want to be hunted down by those two Titled Douluo from your family!"
Flanders gave a wry smile.
In his opinion, Yang Ziyuan not only represents his only hope for revenge, but also the key to whether he can continue to survive in the world!
After all, the other party can't let a dead person work like a slave for him, right?
"Okay, I can help you get rid of Tang San. But not now! Are you willing?"
"Yes, yes!"
Flanders nodded repeatedly.
He knew that Yang Ziyuan was not attacking Tang San now because he was afraid of the energy shield on the other party.
However, he believed that Yang Ziyuan would find a way to break the opponent's turtle shell sooner or later.
After all, in his opinion, the two of them had already reached a life-and-death situation.
As long as Yang Ziyuan is not stupid, he will never sit there and wait for death!
Therefore, he was not worried at all that Yang Ziyuan would go back on his word!
Seeing that Flanders was so sensible, Yang Ziyuan's attitude softened a little.
"Let's go, let's find a place to help you heal your injuries."
"Good!" Seeing that the other party finally remembered his injury, the joy on Flanders' face became even more intense.
Afterwards, Yang Ziyuan and his team returned to the Tianshui team’s base.
There was no one in the station at this time.
Apparently, they all went to watch other contestants' games.
"Master Yang, my injury was caused by Soul Douluo. You'd better ask a Soul Saint-level healing soul master. Otherwise, judging from my current condition, I'm afraid the soul skills of other ordinary soul masters will have no effect on my injury at all."
Flanders opened his mouth with difficulty. He subconsciously wanted to call out Yang Ziyuan's name, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - his current identity was different from the past.
So he quickly changed his address.
Seeing Flanders change his words so tactfully, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help but smile slightly, expressing his satisfaction.
He just shook his head slightly, and said in a firm and confident tone: "Why bother with so much trouble? It's just a minor injury, I can fix it easily!"
"You? Master, it's not that I don't trust you. But, everyone has their own expertise, let's let the professionals do it!"
Seeing that Yang Ziyuan wanted to do it himself, Flanders hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Although he didn't know Yang Ziyuan's martial soul, he was sure of one thing - Yang Ziyuan was definitely not a healing soul master!
Otherwise, Tang San wouldn't have become like that!
"Stop talking nonsense! I know what I am doing!"
After saying that, Yang Ziyuan didn't care whether Flanders agreed or not, and directly sacrificed the Yi Mu Qinglong.
"Yi Mu Qing Long, appear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge figure jumped out of Yang Ziyuan's body.
Then, four bright golden soul rings slowly appeared under his feet.
Looking at the Yi Mu Qinglong behind him, Qian Renxue couldn't help but open her mouth in shock, her face full of disbelief.
"Ziyuan, your martial spirit"
"Xue'er, I forgot to tell you that I am also the owner of twin martial spirits!"
Hearing this, a look of joy suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
You know, a black hole martial spirit alone can push Yang Ziyuan to this height.
Now, another dragon-type martial spirit has appeared, and who knows how strong he will be?
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue became a little excited.
"Second soul skill, revival of all things!"
Following Yang Ziyuan's low shout, the Yi Mu Qinglong behind him suddenly spit out a green light and shot straight towards Flanders.
Faced with this sudden attack, Flanders couldn't help but feel shocked.
However, just a moment later, he quickly calmed down, with determination and trust flashing in his eyes, and he did not make any evasive moves.
The reason was simple, simply because he knew very well that Yang Ziyuan would never do anything bad to him.
After all, they are all in the same boat now!
As expected, he was not hurt at all when hit by the green light.
On the contrary, I felt a warm power inside my body.
The next second, this power traveled throughout his body.
Wherever he passed, the scars on his body healed instantly, and even the hidden injuries in his body recovered immediately!
“How is this possible?!”
Flanders' eyes widened in disbelief.
Because he knew very well that his injuries could not be cured by ordinary healing spirit masters.
Moreover, the healing soul skill released by Yang Ziyuan was actually only his second soul skill!
Could it be that the quality of these golden spirit rings is higher than that of hundred thousand year spirit rings?
(End of this chapter)