The Universe's Number One Healing Cub

Four

  In the dead of night, this violent mental power with a sense of destruction came fiercely. It seemed to stagnate at a node, but soon, the stagnation dissipated, and it continued to attack wantonly.

  Outside the isolation room, Zhan Xi, who had set up a mental barrier, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

  He raised his hand, and his fingers groped for the door knocker of the isolation room. A hoarse and painful voice sounded: "Boss, stop, stop quickly-"

  Zhan Rao's mental power was too strong. If he really lost control like this, the consequences would be disastrous!

  Zhan Xi's words did not work at all. Zhan Rao in the isolation room had red eyes and roared lowly, and there was no clarity in his eyes.

  Zhan Xi could guess what was happening in the room. He knelt in front of the door and begged weakly: "If you don't wake up, everyone will die, and the cubs we brought back will also die!"

  "Boss, he is our wasteland planet... the only little cub."

  Wasteland Planet is the poorest planet in the entire galaxy, with a small area, poor environment, and high danger. This group of people were either exiled or came here on their own initiative with an unbearable past.

  The people living here not only have complicated identities, but also have extremely poor mental conditions. They have no offspring, and they are unwilling to let their offspring be born in such a place.

  The cub that Zhan Xi brought back is the only cub they have had on the deserted planet for so many years.

  When he thought of the soft cub that would hide in his neck, the despair in Zhan Xi's eyes became more and more intense. The cub is too young, and if it encounters Zhan Rao's mental attack, it will die without any ability to resist.

  The little cub that Zhan Xi is thinking about has now encountered that violent mental power. His eyes are closed tightly, and his soft face looks like he is about to cry.

  "Woo--"

  Jian Ning curled up his little body, waiting for an adult to hug him. He wanted an adult to rub his belly, but the adult didn't wait, but instead waited for an overwhelming mental attack. The

  terrifying and violent mental power swept him away.

  Jian Ning's curled up body trembled. The next second, he closed his eyes and a gentle and subtle mental power quietly emerged. This subtle and fragile mental power was like a new sprout on the grass after the rain. The small sprout shook the buds and leaves. When the buds and leaves touched the aggressive mental power, they were not afraid at all, but were sticky and wanted to stick to it.

  The buds and leaves stuck to it, and the two mental powers mixed together. Slowly, the violent was replaced by gentleness.

  After soothing the mental power like a mad lion, the weak mental power like a sprout continued to capture other mental powers.

  The small sprouts tried hard to stick to it.

  I don't know how long it lasted, but everything finally calmed down.

  Jian Ning in the quilt, his tired little body was motionless, his long and thick eyelashes were hung with tears, and the tears fell on the soft flesh of his cheeks, looking miserable. He was going

  to cry because of his bloated stomach, but he stuck to it for a long time in a daze, and he was so tired that he fell asleep before he finished crying.