Rushing into the room, Mu Yingshan's speed did not slow down, and the sword edge approached Yuan Qingli's heart.
Suddenly the system alarm sounded loudly in my mind.
[Warning warning! Wrong behavior! 】
[Bound props cannot attack the owner! 】
[Warning warning! When the owner dies, the props will become invalid and enter the recycle bin! 】
[Warning props not to seek death! 】
However, there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
Mu Yingshan's sword had already thrust out.
Ahead, Yuan Qingli seemed to sense something. She suddenly turned sideways, and the sword edge slashed across her arm, ripping open the flesh.
It also stabbed a doctor in the heart.
After the doctor was stabbed, there was no sign of injury. Instead, he took a step forward more ferociously. Qingfeng passed through his body. He raised the big scalpel in his hand and slashed it down.
Yuan Qingli dodged away, looked up at Mu Yingshan with extremely cold eyes, and her words were obviously warm and ambiguous, but it was ironic to say from her mouth: "Mu Yingshan, we share weal and woe, and we depend on each other for life and death."
No matter how much blood flowed from her arm, she had no intention of covering it up: "One more time, I will destroy you directly."
Mu Yingshan felt a murderous aura coming down from his forehead, and his spirit, which had been experienced for more than two hundred years, was showing signs of being torn apart, and his body was trembling.
This woman is not simple.
Could it be that she is a real fairy?
Mu Yingshan said nothing, all his words were pale and feeble at this moment.
Since there is no way to escape, then the best strategy is to leave. The old face of more than two hundred years will no longer be able to see anyone.
"Wha—" Mu Yingshan turned into a stream of light and disappeared. Leave the messy Yuan Qingli behind.
Is this running too fast? At least let yourself say a few harsh words.
Unable to complain about the Sword Immortal, Yuan Qingli still had two monsters in front of her to deal with.
This swordsman had some conscience. Before leaving, he slashed the monster with a sword across its heart and cut it into two pieces.
There are two monsters left.
Yuan Qingli pulled off a piece of gauze and roughly tied the wound on her arm.
Fortunately I was in the operating room, otherwise I would have had to pull off my skirt.
The monster moved closer, shaking its head. Yuan Qingli pushed down all the operating tables and equipment in front of her, turned around and ran out the door.
It wasn't that she was timid, but that her vision was starting to blur.
It was probably due to physical exhaustion and internal bleeding.
After going out, Yuan Qingli turned right. He took a sudden look and remembered the fire cabinet here.
Holding a red waist ax in her hand, Yuan Qingli slowly stood at the door, filled with murderous intent.
"I may not be a good person, but I'm not that bad." Yuan Qingli said to herself, "I'm afraid it's the virtue in my heart that's causing trouble, but I really got to save this person today. Even if he gets hurt, it doesn't matter. "
Yuan Qingli rushed forward with an ax in hand, but his lonely figure had the momentum of a thousand troops.
The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and blood mixed with sweat dripped from his forehead, making the already unclear vision bright red.
Yuan Qingli didn't know how many times she swung, but she only remembered that every time the monster's knife fell on her, she would definitely lose two kilograms of flesh.
This is a completely lifeless strategy. Kill ten thousand enemies and lose eight thousand.
After Yuan Qingli felt that all her strength had been exhausted, the two strong figures finally disappeared from her eyes, leaving only the blood red on the ground.
Yuan Qingli took one step at a time, making a creaking sound. Her size 37 shoes stretched out thin red lines, and she slowly came to the young man on the operating table.
"Okay. Take a break."
Yuan Qingli's voice was so weak that she couldn't hear it. She held on to the last bit of her consciousness and locked the door of the operating room.
Although it is not as intact as before.
The moment Yuan Qingli fainted, she seemed to smell a faint fragrance of lotus in her nose.
