Su Xue Er looked at her parents' blank expressions and felt a sense of bitterness.
Obviously, they had been under some sort of manipulation spell or technique.
And this took a great toll on both their physical and mental health.
Su Xue Er waved her scepter
"Bloodline Consecration!"
She muttered.
A red string came from her body, connecting to both her father and mother.
Su Wan Xin and Madame Su's complexion gradually regained their colors, even their blank irises came back to clarity.
The wounds they had suffered in both mind and body were completely healed.
Meanwhile, Su Xue Er's complexion became pale.
Beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead.
Uncomfortable.
Extremely uncomfortable.
To use her own life force and mental power to take the wounds for someone else wasn't a simple thing at all.
And she was taking them on for two people at once.
