Chapter 355

"I see a lot of dead people, so I can't make a wrong judgment."

Winter looked at him and said, "you're really dying."

Well nine said, "I know."

He was seriously injured, his internal organs were broken, and his blood was gone. Even the most precious panacea could not be saved unless he could get a fairy book.

Winter said, "before you die, can you tell me who you are?"

Well nine said, "you've seen me."

Guo Dong said, "even if you are another disciple of Jingyang, you can't be so powerful."

It's not what the so-called young talents can do to escape from the sword of Xihai sword God with her.

If this thing gets out, it will certainly shake the whole Chaotian continent, or no one will believe it.

I don't believe he's just a green mountain disciple named Zuo Jingjiu.

Well nine didn't answer her question.

Because he lost too much blood, there was no blood color on his face, but his eyebrows and eyes were still so perfect that they looked more and more like real people, like a jade carving.

When Xihai sword God lay in the sea, he had a similar feeling.

"I suggest you become a sword ghost. You may still be lax in the end, but you can always live longer."

The proposal to spend the winter seems very simple, but it shows her insight and Taoist attainments, which are unimaginable.

Jingjiu couldn't turn himself into a sword ghost again. If he wanted to survive, he needed to use other methods and said, "lend me your thread."

Hearing this sentence, he looked cold in his eyes over the winter and asked, "who are you?"

Well nine still didn't answer, slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger.

Winter watched him silent for a moment and stretched out a finger.

Two fingers met in the sea breeze.

One touch and one touch.

But I can't really tell.

A very thin, sticky silk thread appeared between the two fingers that gradually separated.

This fine silk thread is transparent, coagulates with the wind and frets against the wind, making it extremely tough.

Under the sunshine, the silk thread glittered with Golden Jade like color, but it was very light.

Filaments come out of winter fingertips.

The picture looks like a spring silkworm spinning.

The black iron sword appeared and hung quietly on the beach, where two people's shoulders touched.

Jingjiu sticks the very thin silk to the edge of the iron sword.

The iron sword came to his abdomen with the silk and trembled slightly.

I don't understand what he is doing during the winter.

The iron sword actually moves in a very small range, but it looks like shaking because it is too fast.

Before long, the iron sword took the very thin silk to another place in the belly of Jing Jiu.

"I'm sewing the skin behind my back. At this time, I'm repairing a crack in my vertebrae."

Well nine explained.

I can't sit up in the winter. I can't see the picture there. I just think it's too absurd.

If this is the case, she feels even more strange that her sky silk was sewn into her body by this man.

Sky silk is the thinnest and most tenacious silk thread in the world. It is perfect to sew wounds.

Except for the winter and the present white morning, no one can find so many days of silk.

The iron sword moves at a high speed in Jingjiu's abdomen with tiansilkworm silk and keeps stitching.

After a few decades of rest, the crack in the vertebra was repaired. The iron sword moved elsewhere and began to sew the internal organs.

Of course, what needs to be sutured is not only the internal organs themselves, but also those mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which require more precision and fineness.

But the speed of the iron sword did not slow down, but faster, bringing out the residual shadow of the Tao.

"How does it feel faster?" Winter asked.

Well nine said: "repairing bones seems simple, but it's actually troublesome. The gray fibers inside are very thin, and my bones are very hard."

Winter said, "have you done similar things before?"

Well nine said: "studied."

Just as they were talking, the iron sword sewed two broken intestines and began to sew others.

After suturing the internal organs, the muscles and finally the skin.

The sea breeze is blowing the setting sun, and time is passing.

I don't know how long it took. The iron sword ended its trembling and hung quietly in front of the two people.

The golden silk breaks with the wind and retracts into your fingertips.

Looking at his abdomen over the winter, I found that it was as smooth as usual, but there was a very thin blood line, and I couldn't see any other problems.

"You should be a doctor."

Well nine said, "the sword from the west is fast enough."

The sword light from more than ten miles away is too sharp, so the wound is so flat and smooth.

If the wound is a mess, like this beach, it will be a lot of trouble to deal with.

Of course, there are few things in the world that can cut off his body.

Guo Dong noticed that he called Xihai sword God to the West.

There are too many such problems.

"That's good?" She asked.

Well nine said, "no, it's just sewn together. Next, let them grow well by themselves. It takes a long time, but I won't die."

Winter said, "well, now it's my turn to die."

What she suffered was not a trauma, but a fatal internal injury.

In order to ensure that she could kill the Xihai sword God, she was very close to him when she shot, and naturally suffered heavy damage.

The sword of Xihai sword God directly broke her three channels.

At this time, her body seemed to be in good condition. In fact, she was completely unable to move below her neck, just like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipated.

Even if Jingjiu's iron sword can sew the slightest wound, it can't cure her wound.

"You won't die."

After Jing Jiu said these words, he felt that the picture and the dialogue seemed to have happened.

Years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

Winter looked at him and said, "really?"

With these words, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

The setting sun is more inclined, the sunset glow is more colorful, and the sea seems to be burning. More and more dead fish floated from afar, attracting more seabirds. They kept falling to the sea, and then flew up again, making loud noises. From a distance, they looked like countless sparks.

Well nine turned and looked at her face.

Closed eyes are like two lines, not long and not short eyelashes are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, which is different from her before.

At that time, she was not beautiful, but she could be said to be eye-catching. She could be remembered at a glance, whether in the anger river of Heishan or in the prosperous world.

However, no matter which she is, he can't understand it anyway, just as she should never understand him.

"Your realm is not as good as I am now, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking? You have been stagnant in Tongtian for hundreds of years and have never been able to break through. After I soared, I finally decided to use the most dangerous method to break out of the cocoon and transform into a new life... Then why do you live like before, delay your practice, waste your time and even pay your life for these unimportant things? Pei Baifa is running out of time. How about you? "

Well nine looked at her face and thought about these problems.

The night came and the stars lit up the beach.

After winter, I opened my eyes, reflecting the stars, very bright.

The star in the water is the star in the sky.

What is the person in front of you?

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly and didn't speak.

Well nine didn't speak. He thought it was good. Unlike many years ago, she kept talking. It was very annoying.

I don't know how long it took. After winter, my eyelashes moved and said, "you said I wouldn't die."

Well nine said, "yes."

Winter said, "then why do I think you're looking at a dead man."

Or someone who should be dead.

Jingjiu's lip angle tilted slowly, forming a beautiful arc, and answered with a polite smile.

"Your face is really good-looking, but don't take it as a weapon against me. The concept of good-looking is just a choice for better blood when life continues..."

Winter said, "and I'm not interested in these things."

Well nine thought what she said was very reasonable, but she was not interested.

He doesn't like to listen to reason or reason. He only said something to Zhao Layue.

And many years ago, he had heard winter say similar things. Those are annoying memories he wants to forget.

He just wanted to see her. He wasn't ready to meet her. He didn't expect to meet her under the pressure of the situation, and it was so close in front of him.

What should I do? Well nine directly closed his eyes.

I didn't expect him to have such a reaction during the winter.

She looked at Jing Jiu's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.

——Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed happier than an ugly face.

Neither Tao heart nor Zen will completely erase those things in the deepest part of life. Forgetting love is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understood this truth better than anyone and could easily accept it, so she looked at Jing Jiu's face for a long time.

The stars are quiet and eternal, but they change with time. When the morning light is getting prosperous, they disappear quietly.

Well nine opened his eyes and woke up.

He recognized himself with his sword and confirmed that there was no problem with the sutured internal organs in his body.

Then he looked at his toes and tried to move. He found that the thumb of his right foot could move independently.

One night later, the gray bundles in the vertebrae finally connected, which is the most important thing.

He slowly retracted his right leg, moving slowly and clumsily, very stiff, just like a puppet imitating human beings.

With his right leg bent and the soles of his feet on the beach, he turned slowly, his palms fell, supported his body, and then got up inch by inch.

His movement is so slow that the picture seems to slow down dozens of times.

Winter said, "you're like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her and continued to focus on his actions until he finally turned into a sitting position.

This simple action made his face paler and frown slightly.

It must be the most extreme pain that can change his expression.

When he sutured the wound yesterday, he closed his six senses with the Zen skill of Guocheng temple.

At that time, he encountered a thunderstorm as soon as he broke through the Chengyi state at the top of Shenmo peak. He used this method to avoid being stunned by the thunder.

However, closing the six senses will have a serious impact on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles and even meridians.

If well nine wants to recover as soon as possible, he can only give up and endure by will.

Fortunately, he never lacks such things as will.

He took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze and confirmed that the suture of the internal organs was not cracked. His face was a little better. His palm fell on his winter hair and stroked it twice.

Winter opened his eyes and asked, "what are you going to do?"

Well nine raised his palm.

Countless extremely thin silk threads were pulled out by his palm, floating soft in the sea breeze and shining with beautiful luster.

These silk threads are also heavenly silk, but I don't know how they can be pulled out of his winter body.

"You like to run around, so tie you up first."

Well nine wrapped the sky silk in his hand around his winter body, just like wrapping cloth.

The winter naturally knew that he didn't mean this and said, "I heard that you used this method to save Bai Zao in the snow."

Well nine said, "yes, but it can't save you."

The realm of Xihai sword God is countless times higher than luohuainan, which attacked Bai earlier.

The injury of the winter was countless times heavier than that of Bai.

The secret meditation method of Tianchan cocoon and Shuiyue nunnery can only stabilize her injury, but there is no way to cure it.

Winter looked into his eyes and said, "who the hell are you? Jingyang left all the ancient scriptures of Danzhu to you... Are you the descendant of him and nanforget? "

Well nine thought he shouldn't come if he was still so troublesome. Naturally, he would not answer her. He bowed his head and continued to move his hands. He wrapped the silk thread around her. It became thicker and thicker, and the position became higher and higher. After passing through his chest and neck, he would reach his face.

"If you want to stop my mouth by the way, you can try."

Winter's eyes became quiet and terrible.

She doesn't have the mantra of green mountain disciples, and her tone is very calm.

However, there must be her position in the top three in the history of Chaotian mainland, so her threat should be more real and powerful.

Well nine thought about it, changed his original plan, and wrapped tiansilk along her face.

Before long, a big cocoon appeared on the beach.

The winter face is exposed outside, like a baby in swaddling clothes.

Very cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the silk back to her waist, tied a buckle there, and then tied the other end to his wrist. Then he summoned an iron sword and stood up with difficulty.

His face was pale again and his eyebrows frowned.

He walked to the woods behind the beach carrying the winter.

More accurately, it's not walking, it's moving.

Fortunately, the position of his tie line is very accurate, and the balance of the cocoon is perfect, which does not affect walking.

In the evening, he finally came out of the woods.

About two or three miles.

The new cloth clothes were wet again by the oozing blood.

Well nine has adapted to this degree of pain, no longer frown, but the speed can't get faster.

At this time, he couldn't even control the sword, let alone use the nether fairy sword. He could only move his body slowly with his own feet.

Outside the woods is a dirt road, rugged, and the wheel and cow's hoof prints have faded. It seems that few people go there on weekdays.

Jing Jiu walked slowly to the distance carrying the winter.

He remembered his journey back to the green mountains when he left the small mountain village with Liu when he was ten years old. He didn't understand why he thought it was good to walk at that time.

Then he began to miss his family's carriage.

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