The index and middle fingers of both hands were stretched tightly, and the left hand drew mysterious runes in a smooth and shallow manner, and the right hand pointed at the hem of his clothes.
The next moment, the clothes were like a red quilt covering the girl in green, protecting her. The Zhanhan Broken Sword in the distance was controlled to insert directly into the center of the boulder.
"When I arrive, this situation is over!"
Fang Zhe actually said the complete method of breaking the formation, his voice was calm and powerful, and the previous feeling of confusion was gone.
The eyes are bright, shining as if covered with light.
The murderous aura of the god of murder surged in all directions from three feet away from the two of them, and all the thin purple threads in the air that were difficult to detect with the naked eye were broken at this moment!
He recovered! My mind has never been clearer!
He is now Fang Zhe, the real Fang Zhe, the young master of the Infernal Sect of the Eastern Region, the god-transformation monk who has killed countless people, and the crazy swordsman Fang Zhe who makes people fearful!
"Thousand Purple Lines..."
When did junior brother have the ability to refine this kind of spiritual material into the hub of a magical weapon? Isn't this Master's special skill? I had only been able to successfully refine weapons three or two times out of ten times before.
With the thread as the pivot, when the magical instrument is completed, the spirit of the instrument is the ubiquitous thousand purple threads in the magical instrument.
"The weapon spirit...the weapon spirit is Qianzi Xian...did the master teach him this?"
The next moment, the tone suddenly changed.
"He...he is...who?"
"What is the weapon spirit..."
"Master is...what..."
The vividness in the red monk's eyes disappeared without a trace at this moment. He stumbled and questioned himself, his throat seemed to hide all the words again.
The pain in his head surged up, as if thousands of hands were tearing at his sea of consciousness. He was like a broken piece of hard cake being eaten by countless diners.
Dismember the body.
Fang Zhe endured the pain, clenched his teeth, and had a distorted expression on his face, as if he had fallen into hell and been teased by a Rakshasa.
His back gradually arched down, and his arms supported the little doctor on the ground to protect him. His body gradually curled up, almost pressing against the deer, and the sudden sound of breathing in his ears made cold sweat drip from his forehead.
"boom--"
The red monk controlled himself, straightened his upper body again, fell to one side, and his legs involuntarily curled up in front of him.
The sound of breathing that endured the headache gradually became thicker.
"You're sick too."
"We are fellow patients, and since I haven't seen you sick for so long, I thought that your self-healing abilities were so powerful that you could even heal damage to your consciousness."
Jiang Su woke up, and Fang Zhe's slightly curled legs caused her head, which was originally resting on the man's thigh, to fall to the ground. She rubbed the back of her head and shook her head.
Fang Zhe's curling movements gradually increased. Even if Jiang Su didn't want to get up, he was inadvertently kicked away by this man's knee.
She had to give up her short rest and feel everything around her again.
"You still kick me, right? You think you can do whatever you want when you're sick, right?!"
Jiang Su sat up, pulled the clothes on his body and moved in the direction of Fang Zhe. He stretched his hands forward randomly, groping to determine the posture and direction of the man who fell to the ground.
The next moment, the girl reached into her storage bag, intending to take out a bottle of spirit-storing pill, and after taking it, she would use forbidden techniques to treat the man's illness. Unexpectedly, she discovered something was wrong in the storage bag with her fingers...
"Why is my medicine messed up...and there is still less??!!"
Jiang Su was shocked and turned pale. He kicked his feet randomly, and there was a crisp collision sound of glass bottles at his feet.
? ? ?
Why are my medicines sitting outside? ! !
"..."
"Fang Zhe!!! You touch my storage bag again!!! I'll beat you to death!!!"
Jiang Su couldn't bear it anymore and got angry.
"snort……"
She placed the pad of her index finger on her lips, opened her mouth and bit the flesh, a little harder than before, and the blood flowing down the corner of her mouth was actually dripping from her chin.
Jiang Su raised his head, stretched out his tongue, and licked the first drop of blood vigorously. The next moment, he lowered his head again, groping for the struggling man on the ground in front of him with one hand, and identifying his facial features with his fingers.
A chiseled jaw, thin lips, a tall nose, thick eyebrows, and deep eye sockets.
Between the eyebrows.
"This is it!!!" The girl pointed her bloody finger on Fang Zhe's forehead, and then said coldly: "I use my blood to replenish my vitality to relieve the suffering of the world, God is merciful!"
Say it. Jiang Su's fingertips formed a small vortex, sucking in all the spiritual energy in the air.
She casually touched a bottle of Spirit Storage Pill from her feet. The next moment, she bit the mouth of the bottle, raised her head and poured the whole amount into her mouth.
With a slight movement between the teeth, he chewed up all the spirit-storing pills, and the concoction that turned into water was sweet, as if he had drank a glass of fine wine.
Spiritual power overflowed in his mouth. She controlled her consciousness exquisitely, tightly sealed her sea of consciousness, and her spiritual power moved like a swimming dragon.
The spiritual power that was constantly injected into Fang Zhe's eyebrows was like a tranquilizer. The sea of consciousness that had been torn apart was soothed at this moment, and the broken pieces carried the memories of the past.
He recalls the good things in pain.
He wants to remember the past that he suddenly remembered just now! ! !
"I... need to remember..."
"Xiaoyuan..."
Fang Zhe's ferocious face softened at this moment. Instead of his usual daze, he noticed a familiar aura. Although it can't get closer, it never goes away.
He felt a little aggrieved, and he made a low and abrasive sound in his throat, like a big dog begging for his master's love.
"What kind of fate?"
Jiang Su heard Fang Zhe speak very rarely, but now for the first time she heard a name from him, and her heart suddenly became excited at this moment, as if the person whose heart was extremely depressed just now was not her.
"Is it your junior brother or..."
"No, it definitely can't be your master. How can you call an elder like that? The person you still talk about when you are sick...should be someone very important to you...your junior brother?"
"Xiaoyuan..."
Jiang Su let out a long breath, leaned forward, unable to control the real distance, and put her soft lips against the man's ear several times. Finally, she gave up looking for an angle, lowered her voice, pretended to be a man's voice, and spoke directly.
It was an extremely gentle tone, like the fragrance that lingers in my heart in spring. I sat quietly in the middle of the bamboo forest, with sparrows landing not far away to eat, the chirping of cicadas appearing and disappearing, and the ice and snow melting into the ground. Here, all things are reborn.
"Xiao Yuan is here, why isn't my brother awake yet?"
elder brother……
Jiang Su felt that this person should be his junior brother, otherwise why would he suddenly become ill in his junior brother's mansion and be so serious.
She remembered that in the Water Margin that she read in this world, those heroes called their brothers brother during life and death.
Among men, the title "brother" seems... to have some other profound meaning.
If Fang Zhe's junior brother calls him brother, will he be particularly touched?
Sure enough, the next moment, Fang Zhe's tense body froze, and then gradually relaxed, and there was no more choking in his throat.
Jiang Su raised the corners of her mouth and arched her eyebrows, like a little fox who only wanted to succeed. She said in her heart: "I am so smart! Read more and read more newspapers! The four major classics will not deceive me!"
Fang Zhe...
I want you to live, no one can let you die.
Fortunately, your patient is a medical practitioner who has difficulty in self-medication, and he is also a doctor who has lived two lifetimes.
(End of chapter)
