After Yang Tianyou left, Lin Ye spent another half an hour.
The efficiency of the Yin Yang Flower Immortal World was maximized and it finally healed Yang Fusheng's injuries.
"Nngh—"
Soon, Yang Fusheng woke up.
Subconsciously, he thought that his brother, Yang Tianyou, was still beating him up.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting…"
"Brother, I've offered my loyalty. I'm not lying…"
"Really, if you don't believe me, ask the human lord!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he did not feel any pain for a long time.
He held his head and raised it carefully.
After confirming that Yang Tianyou was not around, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
"You're awake?" Lin Ye glanced at him.
"Mm, well… where's my brother?"
Yang Fusheng scratched his head. His original rebellious attitude returned to normal under the restriction of 100% loyalty.
"He went back to Hell. He has something on," Lin Ye said.
