Chapter 870

Hydrotherapy has unparalleled therapeutic effect on the injury caused by the strong man and nature, and can instantly heal the wound.

But for the injury caused by gods, the effect is much worse.

Healing is slow.

However, it can maintain the vitality of the injured, and will not die because of other negative effects since the injury.

The Lord of the sword, who was bathed in blood, was killed by Lin Beichen on the spot.

She was seriously injured, but she was more concerned about the situation of the war than she was aware of. Shocked, she asked, "how did you do that?"

Lin Beichen said with a smile: "you know, I have a way to lock up my opponent and reason with heaven and man." qiancaoshen "was pulled into a small field by me, moved by emotion and explained by reason. After a period of Ideological and political education, he burst out in shame."

The Lord of the sword rolled his eyes.

I'm a fool if I believe you.

However, being used to Lin Beichen's flying boat, one thing is certain that "qiancaoshen" is really dead and has completely disappeared into the world.

It's finally over.

She was relieved.

With the unprecedented tiredness, the Lord of the sword fell into darkness, his consciousness collapsed, his body softened, and he fell down directly.

Before the consciousness completely dissipated, Lin Beichen's exclamation sounded in his ears, and then he felt the familiar embrace and the familiar masculine atmosphere

For the first time, like a little woman, she gently leaned her head against her heart beating with a smile of relief and fell asleep.

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Capital, temple mountain.

The long night is coming to an end.

Dawn is just around the corner.

The sky was still dark, and the stars were twinkling at the end of the blue dome.

The clouds have already completely dissipated, which means that tomorrow will be a rare sunny day.

Central temple of grace.

Lin Beichen sat on the edge of his bed, his thick black eyebrows locked.

On the bed, the Lord of the sword has a white face without the slightest blood color, as if he were a jade beauty without the breath of life. The situation is very bad.

In the past four hours, the priests in the temple have tried all kinds of ways, but they can't wake up the sleeping Lord of the sword, and feel the fire of her divinity is getting weaker and weaker

God meteorite.

The idea came out of everyone's mind uncontrollably.

The archbishops in the temple, such as the Pope Hua Qingyan, are already terrified and unable to control themselves.

The Archbishop of the moon is full of tears.

The most loyal believers kneel in the hall, sing divine songs, pray for the Lord of the sword, contribute their faith, and expect miracles to happen.

Lin Beichen has also performed spa therapy for many times

[surgery].

But it doesn't make much sense.

The Lord of the sword burns too much divine power, which damages the origin of the divine personality. Even if there is such a divine fruit as "Chonglou", he is unable to return to heaven.

Lin Beichen's heart, a thousand times, bursts of hard to contain to suffer.

time lapse.

In the distance, there was a golden light on the horizon.

Chaoyang passes through mountains and rivers, shines on the temple mountain, and through the side window of the temple, sprinkles a touch of pure gold on the face of the Lord of the sword.

It seems that because of the warmth of the sun, the Lord of the sword's eyelashes moved slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

On his white face, there was an unnatural blush.

Lin Beichen was overjoyed: "are you... Awake? How do you feel? "

This word shocked the priests who prayed devoutly in the temple.

Pope Hua Qingyan took three steps and rushed to the front. Seeing that the Lord of the sword regained consciousness, he was immediately overjoyed and said in a trembling voice: "under the crown, you..."

The Lord of the sword turned his head slightly, saw the flower and said: "you... All go out."

Flower tilts Yan a Zheng, immediately looked at Lin Beichen, understood what, turn round to take other priests, all left the temple.

The Lord of the sword's eyes fell on Lin Beichen's face.

I didn't think this face looked very good before.

Many people say that Lin Beichen is the most beautiful man in the Empire.

But for a long time, the Lord of the sword didn't like it.

I just don't know why. When I look at it again, I suddenly feel that this man is really good-looking.

In the heart of the Lord of the sword, a very absurd thought appeared to her: this continent, and the distant divine world, even the clearest lake, are not as good as his eyes; The most beautiful mountain is not as good as his nose; The most elegant Valley is not as curved as his brow; The most beautiful grassland is not as good as his cheek

In the two worlds, the most beautiful scenery is concentrated, which is not as good as the young man's face.

"Would you... Would you... Blame me?"

The Lord of the sword has a weak breath.

"Ah?"

Lin Beichen didn't respond. He was surprised and said, "are you too charming?"

A smile appeared on the face of the Lord of the sword.

You're a scum.

But such words, she suddenly loved to hear.

"You came to temple mountain to find yeweiyang, didn't you?"

The Lord of the sword is king.

Lin Beichen was stunned and nodded slightly.

This topic is a little taboo between the two people, rarely mentioned.

"So do you blame me for occupying the body of the night?"

The Lord of the sword asked weakly.

Lin Beichen was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "strange."

When the Lord of sword heard these two words, his face turned red, and the last trace of mustard disappeared in his heart. The whole person was relieved a lot.

Strange.

That's not strange now.

"I'll give her back to you now, OK?"

There is a gentle smile between the eyes and eyebrows of the Lord of the sword. At this moment, it seems that the pure and clear night has come back.

"Nonsense, that's the past tense."

Lin Beichen pressed for the night Weiyang miss, in a strong desire to survive under the support, tone gentle way: "I now as long as you."

"Bah."

The spirit of the Lord of the sword gradually improved, and he said, "lie."

Lin Beichen was a little flustered.

I've been acting so attentively, and you can see through it?

"Do you know that your expression of shame and anger is not only more charming, but also makes me feel that you are a real person with joy and anger, which makes me want to be closer to you."

He quickly changed the subject.

The Lord of the sword sat up slowly and fell down in Lin Beichen's arms. He leaned his head against his chest and asked faintly, "then I was not alone in your heart before?"

I'm in the middle of it.

Send proposition.

Lin Beichen?

Give me a break; orz.

What kind of brain circuit do you have.

"Er... In the past, you were more like a God above. To be exact, you were a goddess who didn't eat fireworks among people. You were beautiful and noble, like the pure blood lotus on the iceberg. People wanted to be close but didn't dare to, but it was difficult to control their desire to conquer."

He organized his language and kept his face straight.

"Ha ha..."

The Lord of the sword chuckled: "although it's a lie, I love to hear it."

She put her hand around Lin Beichen's neck, and her hair stuck to Lin Beichen's cheek and clothes because of static electricity.

She gently moved her head, her ears close to Lin Beichen's left chest, listening to the powerful heart beat, feeling so real, but gradually far away

"I'll give her back to you..."

She murmured.

The tone was weak but firm.

It's as if you've finally made some tough choice.

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