Chapter 139

After Lingyun left, qianzhixue got up from the ground, with a box in her hand, and sat beside yuanmuchuan's bed.

Looking at yuan Muchuan, who has been burned out of shape, she smiles with bitterness, joy and expectation.

"Muchuan, you wait for me, you can recover soon."

In a low voice, qiannuxue puts the box on the bed, and then opens her clothes.

It's better to say that once qianzhixue touched it, the clothes cracked. Until now, qianzhixue's clothes are still the same as before, and they haven't been changed, and the clothes have long been disfigured by the red and purple branches.

Looking at her fair skin, qianzhixue clenches her teeth and takes out the red gold dagger found in Jiulongshan. As soon as she closes her eyes, she plunges in!

The dagger was originally given to yuan Muchuan, but during the war, yuan Muchuan gave it back to her for defense.

"Well..."

Biting her lips, she didn't let herself breathe out in pain. With a dagger in her right hand, she began to stir slowly and cut her flesh and blood alive, almost touching her heart.

His face turned pale. Qianxue didn't dare to breathe too much. He moved very slowly to take out the things in the box.

Seeing the object in the box, qiannuxue's pale face turned white several degrees. Only because the thing was tightly installed in a glass tube, and there was a light aura on the glass tube.

If you want to plant the mark, you have to use the spirit to open the glass tube.

However, Qianxue's current situation, if it was to run Lingli, the wound in her heart would be unbearable.

After taking a deep breath, Qianxue took a look at yuanmuchuan, and finally forced to use Lingli to open the glass tube!

Did not do extra things, in the glass tube opened the moment, thousand sewing snow will glass tube of liquid poured into the wound. And these liquids did not flow down Qianqi Snow's skin, but directly immersed in Qianqi Snow's flesh and blood, as if absorbed.

The process of absorption is very painful. Qiannuxue is weak all over. She used to be sitting by the bed, but now she is limping to the ground, leaning against the bed and gasping.

The sweat drops on the forehead, blood dyed thousands of sewing snow clothes.

The whole liquid absorption process about half an hour, thousand sewing snow has no strength, even open your eyes are not willing.

But her wound can't be so dry. Ling Yunsan said that she can't use medicine, but the cut flesh must be sewn up. Otherwise, before she went to Wanmo Valley to get the blind kite, she would have lost too much blood and died here.

With a silver needle in her hand, qianqixue didn't know where she got the thread. She stuck the thread to the silver needle with her spiritual power, and then stitched the wound on her heart bit by bit.

During this period, qianzhixue's hand trembled several times and tied it in the wrong place, but she didn't make any sound. She bit her teeth and sewed up her wound completely.

Last night all this, thousand sew snow is really completely take off force, two hands drop on the ground, no longer lift up the strength.

The head is dizzy, thousand sew snow only feel the pain in the heart unbearable, in a burst of fatigue, thousand sew snow finally closed his eyes, rely on the bed to faint in the past.

And that red gold dagger is in thousand sew snow coma, suddenly burst out a touch of golden light, then disappeared, as if just that scene is just an illusion.

When she woke up again, she was already lying on a bed. I don't know when my clothes have been changed. They are clean and tidy.

At the moment of opening her eyes, qianzhixue subconsciously wants to get up to see the situation of yuanmuchuan, but when she moves, there is a sharp pain in her heart, which makes qianzhixue have to fall back.

And at this time, thousand sew snow to perceive the dissimilarity in oneself body.

There seems to be something attached to her heart, which is growing and constantly absorbing her blood as nutrients. Moreover, there is a strange smell, as if it has been lingering on the body of thousand sewing snow for a long time.

I can't help but put my hand on my left chest. I don't know why. Qianxue always feels that the so-called mark of Wanmo Valley is not just a mark.

After a short consideration, qianzhixue quickly put aside all kinds of ideas in her mind, carefully got up, raised her feet and went out.

Just at the moment when she was about to step out of the door, Ling Yunsan suddenly appeared, blocking the way of Qianxue.

"You're not healed. You'd better go back and have a rest. Besides, I have something I want to talk to you about. "

Different from the last time, Lingyun Sanren's eyes are more complicated today, and his eyes to qianzhixue are also changed.

Listen to this, although thousand sew snow extreme want to find yuan Mu Chuan, and then stay in Yuan Mu Chuan's side. However, what Ling Yunsan said had something to do with yuan Muchuan, so she had to go back and wait for what Ling Yunsan was about to say.

See thousand sew snow complexion pale stand in the middle of the room, Ling cloud scattered person light sigh one breath, way: "you wound has not healed, still lie down."

"I dare not."

The moment she finished her words, qianzhixue was stunned, because the voice was extremely dry and dumb, which was quite different from her crisp and lively voice in the past.

Ling Yun shakes his head helplessly, so he has to use his spiritual power to force qiannuxue to lie down on the bed.

"You don't have to worry. It's normal for your voice to change within five days after planting the mark. In five days, it will be back. "

Speaking of this, Ling Yunsan seems to think of the scene when he saw the bloody snow in Yuan Muchuan's room that day. It has to be said that he has lived for such a long time, but now he really admires qianzhixue's endurance and determination.

"You've been sleeping for three days. I changed your clothes with my spirit power. You don't have to think about it. I'm here today. In addition to that, I want to talk to you about one more thing. "

Sitting on the stool at the head of qianzhixue's bed, Ling yunsanren looks at qianzhixue, who is slowly passing away. His tone is calm, just like an ordinary kind grandfather.

Hearing Ling Yun's words, qiannuxue subconsciously thought of yuan Muchuan and immediately asked, "but what happened to Muchuan?"

In the meantime, qiannuxue struggled to get up again, tearing the scabby wound in her heart and soaking the blood out.

Seeing this, Lingyun Sanren quickly pressed qiannuxue's shoulder, and a faint spiritual force immediately poured into the wound along qiannuxue's shoulder, with some coolness, which made qiannuxue calm a little.

"Nothing's wrong with Muchuan. I'm here today to tell you about this dagger."

With that, Ling Yunsan took out a dagger and handed it to Qian Zhixue.