Bai Lian pursed his blood-stained lips and swallowed the sweet smell in his mouth. However, he saw Fang Geyu clenching his fist. He thought he was going to hit him. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but his forehead suddenly covered his head. A soft, warm hand.
Balian opened his eyes in shock.
Fang Geyu, who was very close in front of him, stood on tiptoes as hard as he could, but he was rubbing his head.
At first glance, the delicate eldest lady has never done such a gentle thing. She moves clumsily like a frozen silly quail, stupidly raising its stiff wings and doing something that looks stupid. thing.
She snorted, her arrogant and arrogant appearance remained the same. She was clearly in a dangerous and desperate situation, but her almond-shaped eyes were still bright and clear.
She said: "I don't care what other people do, but since you grew up by eating the food I fed, and you are in pain and suffering, if you let me know, I will naturally coax you generously, so you can You have to be grateful to me and don't force yourself."
She seemed to remember the words of the female corpse Hesha again, and she felt a little embarrassed and annoyed: "And don't lie to me!"
The little hand on the head was very warm, and as he rubbed it, Balian's pale face turned red again.
He raised his chin and tilted his head again: "I told you it doesn't hurt, it's okay. Just stand aside. Don't... don't get hurt."
Hell, he even stuttered.
Fang Geyu saw that he had a slightly strange look on his face, and before he could ask more questions, a shocking roar came from behind the coffin.
Amidst that huge roar, there was a click, and cracks spread in the ground under Balian's feet. The ghost hands holding his legs in the black shadow suddenly collapsed into a cloud of mist under the sudden burst of power.
Ghost Lang Shiran sat on a suspended black coffin with his legs crossed, looking at Bai Lian with disdain.
Balian was hit hard again. The two arms that were resting on the Suzaku coffin seemed to have been crushed by giant hammers. The bones were cracked and the skin was torn. The newcomer's bright red sleeves suddenly took on a deeper color.
His knees were neither bent nor bent, but they sank heavily into the ground, up to his ankles.
Boom, boom, boom! ! ! ! !
He took five steps back this time, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
Fang Geyu's sword was sealed, and the mysterious power was difficult to recover for a while. At this moment, she was just an ordinary Kaiyuan Realm girl.
The moment the horned ghost's power exploded, the coffin surface shook, and her calf that was resisting the Suzaku coffin suddenly clicked, the bones broke, and her whole body seemed to be thrown high and fell heavily by a huge force.
Fang Geyu had never experienced such pain before. His little face suddenly turned pale as frost, he broke into a cold sweat, and his calf bones felt a heartbreaking pain.
From the corner of his eye, Balian saw the girl next to him who had been chirping at him fall out in embarrassment, and his expression turned cold in a rare way.
Fang Geyu fell to the ground and tried to pull out the sword. The sword's hilt was sealed with ice and remained motionless.
She dropped the sword angrily and put it back into the Qiankun bag. She gritted her teeth in pain and reconnected the broken and dislocated bones. She took out a few silver needles that were quenched with fluorescent stars from nowhere, and she quickly placed the needles with great familiarity. , stuck between the calves.
The injury between her legs recovered instantly, but after a series of movements, her face was so painful that no trace of blood could be seen.
Fang Geyu has never been short of life-saving and healing treasures. She still held a few silver needles that had not been used up in her hand, and she persevered and reached Bailian's side again.
Seeing that his legs were shaking violently as they sank into the ground, she shook the needle in her hand and said with a frown: "This is the Chongming Needle that my uncle Xue Cheng personally refined. It is tempered with the spiritual power of the stars. When it enters the body, it will It will turn into the power of starlight to repair the injury, and it has an amazing healing effect. Wherever it hurts, it will prick you. Your legs are shaking so badly that you can't stand still. Let me give you two injections."
As he said that, Fang Geyu touched his leg with one of his little hands rudely: "It's not that I'm stingy, it's that this needle is extremely difficult to refine. Even my uncle would need a year to make it. After refining one, I don't have much left, so I can't prick it randomly. Where does it hurt you? Don't prick it in the wrong place and waste it."
The oil lamp on the ground had already been knocked over by the strong wind just now, and the oil poured on the ground and burned to the ground.
In the dim light, Bailian's side face was white and transparent, and his dark hair fell in front of his eyebrows. Only then did Fang Geyu realize that there was a trace of blue tiredness and haggard in his eyes.
He glanced at the bright yet sharp Chongming needle between his fingers. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked away again. He seemed to be gritting his teeth and whispering: "I'm afraid of pain, no." Get a needle."
Now I can confidently say that I am afraid of pain.
Fang Geyu really didn't know if she was angry or laughing, but she felt that this boy seemed a little different from his usual indifferent and fearless appearance, and the sound of fear in his teeth contained some meaning that she could not understand.
Taking a closer look, it seems to have some... resentment and temper tantrums.
Fang Geyu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, thinking that this ruthless guy who could disembowel himself without blinking should not be provoked like this because of these injuries. Pretentious.
Afterwards, she suddenly realized something, coughed slightly, and put away the needle between her fingers as if it was hot.
Seeing that she didn't retreat and was still staring at him, Balian couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, so he widened his eyes and said with what he thought was a fierce look on his face: "You...go away quickly, don't... …get in the way.”
Uh, still stuttering.
Fang Geyu froze in place for a few times, shook his hands, put them behind his back very 'calmly', and asked softly with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Um... Si Chen, cough, should you? Will it be caused by pulling...ahem, pulling it and hurting it, right?"
The steps taken by those who were forced to retreat just now were indeed a bit more violent, and there were still a series of deep footprints on the ground.
Besides, she would attack in anger without any mercy. It would be strange if she could recover after a while.
When someone pointed out a vital point, his pale handsome face suddenly turned red. His complexion turned blue and red for a while, and he felt ashamed and embarrassed. He seemed to be very angry. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to give her a fierce look. .
But when I think about it, it seems that he bullied the little girl, and he deserves to be blamed for it.
The glare in his eyes was immediately withdrawn with fear, and he swallowed back his annoyance. He couldn't get angry, and he couldn't answer this fatal question.
Balian had no choice but to tighten his lips, turn his head away, and remain silent.
Fang Geyu actually thought that his awkward look was a bit cute, and there was a sense of silent grievance no matter how he looked at it.
She knew that she had done something wrong, but apologizing was not her temperament, so she had no choice but to say something coaxingly that made her want to slap herself.
Well, that's what she said.
"How about I rub it for you..."
