Jiang Suchai's sword movement was very fast, for fear of being caught up by this man again. She held a Jingxin Pill in her hand all the way and was browsing the original text in the sea of consciousness with her spiritual consciousness.
Fang Zhe in the article is a strong swordsman who is more than two meters tall. His face is full of flesh and fierce, and he even has a few scattered sword scars on his face.
The long knife in his hand is called Broken Heart.
The image of a violent villain full of evil and notorious reputation appeared in Jiang Su's consciousness.
But just now I saw the real person Fang Zhe, and I felt that the image description in the original text was somewhat inconsistent. He is nine feet tall, but his face has excellent bones and not a trace of fat.
Especially a pair of dark eyes, when swept by long eyelashes, would always remind her of the kind of Confucian scholar who was full of knowledge and would write about his sorrows at night after seeing the solitary smoke in the desert.
It's like the King Kong Barbie in the previous life and the science man wearing glasses.
A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and Jiang Su suddenly had a strange association.
The climate in the Eastern Region is somewhat similar to the Northeast in the previous life, due to the stereotype of Big Brother Northeast on the Internet.
Then could the truth behind the massacre of their sect be...
"What are you looking at?" King Kong Barbie asked.
"What are you looking at?" the other muscular disciples in the sect replied.
Then the two started fighting, and several more friends came and started a group fight.
In the end, only the unmanned sect that won the victory appeared.
"Hiss" Jiang Su took a breath, this Wu Jian Sect was so terrifying.
At this time, Jiang Su's fingertips had begun to tremble violently from reading the original work, and she was shaky even when she stood on the solemn stand. Her face was expressionless as she swallowed the Jingxin Pill she had prepared long ago.
She had already flown over Jiu Ku Peak. Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the air, and her wide pipa sleeves bulged in the wind at her sides.
"No...why is there such a strong wind today? The effect of the Jingxin Pill has not been fully exerted yet."
The girl in green fell to one side from the hatchet.
She quickly grabbed Qu Sha with her hands. Unable to hold the handle of the knife, she grabbed it straight on the blade with a pair of jade hands.
Although the killing is old, the edge of the blade is not lost at all. Jiang Su's palm was instantly cut open, and blood slowly flowed down her white forearm into her sleeve.
Blood was blown by the wind and fell on Jiang Su's face. Feeling the cold blood beside her eyebrows, she narrowed her eyes slightly and raised the corners of her mouth, showing a feeling of satisfaction.
After the effect of the medicine is fully exerted, he draws the sword and the whole figure slowly falls from the air to the ground as if being suspended.
She looked up at the wind and stared up, and laughed: "Hahahahahahahahaha is fun and interesting. Is this a savior to welcomes me to come back?"
She stood up straight, withdrew her solemn expression, gently touched the rusty area on the knife with her fingers, and smiled infatuatedly.
"This is a treasure that brings joy to people."
He took another blood-coagulating pill, drank it, and quickly walked a few steps back to his yard.
Save a courtyard somewhere in Kufeng.
Xiao Shiyu was just refining a wind-changing pill, which could turn the user into a hurricane and last for a quarter of an hour. He fed this Wind Transformation Pill to a white rabbit he raised. In an instant, the white rabbit turned into a hurricane and lifted into the sky and rolled away into the distance.
Most of the courtyards were under enchantment. Xiao Shiyu was not worried about disturbing any of his fellow disciples, and even felt that there was no way to measure the power of the wind.
He wielded his own weapon, the Green Dragon Hook, and followed the hurricane. After a while, he saw an acquaintance.
"Why did Junior Sister come back at this hour? Isn't she going to leave for Central Capital at dawn?"
"Oh no, the white rabbit blew it over!"
Jiang Su was blown away by the white rabbit wind, holding her killing knife tightly with both hands. Xiao Shiyu couldn't see her specific situation clearly before dawn, but secretly thought something was wrong, and immediately turned around and flew back to his yard.
"Junior sister almost found out that I did it. According to her recent temperament, she must skin all the rabbits in my yard. Children of luck are really scary. It will be difficult for Ku Feng to stay in the future. "
Xiao Shiyu put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked into the alchemy room again.
As soon as Jiang Suga entered the hospital, he noticed something strange in the hospital.
"Who is it?" He clenched his hands tightly, his body tensed and walked slowly.
She quickly scanned the entire courtyard and noticed a faint sound in the northwest. She walked over and took a closer look, and saw a dove lying on the basin of broken glass in her garden, biting a glass fruit.
This glass fruit looks like a raspberry from the previous life, and tastes sweet and sour.
This kind of spiritual plant can be seen with white flowers as bone-like as green leaves in spring, glass fruits in hot summer, pots full of purple stems like floating veins on the human body in autumn, and branches like fire in the shape of blood vessels in winter. It is in line with the aesthetics of a medical student like Jiang Su.
It's night now, the moonlight is faint, and the spirit pigeon's body is covered with bright red pulp. It only eats the sweetest part of the sunny side of the glass fruit. Only half of the tumor is hanging on the green stem, which is still dripping with red pulp.
Jiang Su couldn't bear it anymore and ran over to catch the pigeon.
"Stop eating, who asked you to come?" Jiang Su said helplessly. Seeing that his originally fair fingertips were stained with red paste, his eyes immediately lost their light.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the white feathers of the dove. Fingers carelessly caressed its feathers.
Wipe your hands.
Hearing Jiang Su's question, the spirit pigeon stopped obediently, with half of the glass fruit still stuffed in its beak.
It lifted its legs to show her. It's a yellow talisman, a message talisman. Jiang Su made a secret and lit the talisman paper. A gentle male voice sounded in his sea of consciousness.
It’s his own medical fairy father, Jiang Shui.
Jiang Shuiliu's tone was rare and serious: "Susu, in order to find some spiritual herbs in the early years, I owed Prince Ning of Zhongdu a debt of karma. He recently suffered from an old illness and the pain is unbearable. You go and treat him." Be sick."
Get sick, get sick, get sick, get sick, get sick~
Jiang Liuliu's voice disappeared after saying this, as if just to give Jiang Su a task.
Jiang Su stood still, his expression as usual.
"Are you asking me to repay the favor..."
What a coincidence, it happened to be just a few hours before I was leaving for Zhongdu.
"Haha, where do so many providential coincidences come from in this world? Most of them are due to the main mission, or..."
"Zhongdu...Moxiu...diagnosis...and my own illness. In just a few days, everything changed after returning from the bamboo forest, including myself."
Jiang Su was talking to herself until she suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Dieffenbachia in the middle of the courtyard. She still remembered her "right hand" buried under Dieffenbachia.
The five pairs of compound eyes parasitic on the metacarpal bones.
"So what can those ten pupils see in my flesh and blood? Why do they parasitize on my metacarpal bones? Why do they take me to climb up the evergreen?"
There was a cold light in Jiang Su's eyes, as if he wanted to use an eye knife to dissect the strange creature under the soil to find out.
The next moment, she returned to her indifferent look, walking into the alchemy room as if nothing had happened. After a few breaths, the girl showed a sly smile in the darkness.
