"Brother Ye, how can you detoxify?" Purple Ling was almost desperate just now. When she heard Ye Dun's words, a pale little face blossomed a ray of hope again, and her voice was like begging.

"It's impossible to say, try your best."

Ye Dun gave Ziling a reassuring look, stepped forward and gently touched his palm on his father's chest.

"swallow!" With a soft drink in the heart, the black light spread out from the leaf dust. It was very weak, almost fleeting. All of them gathered in the palm of the palm and slowly flowed into the body of Purple Ling's father.

With the influx of black light, Purple...