Chapter 217: Sacrificing Yourself to Save Others
Liao Aotian and his wife, who had already finished the fierce fight, and the Zuo brothers looked at the void where Wu Lang was standing.
Suddenly, a white figure, only about a meter long, shot horizontally at the window where Liao Jiayi was standing, and the speed was surprisingly fast, Liao Aotian and his wife and the Zuo brothers roared at the same time, rushing towards Liao Jiayi, who was several meters away from them.
Wu Lang was the closest to Liao Jiayi, but there was also a distance of six meters, and at this time, he also saw the white figure with his peripheral vision, and faintly smelled the smell of burnt clothes in the air, knowing that this was definitely a top master, and Liao Jiayi couldn't deal with it at all.
sighed in my heart: If I hadn't been injured, I would definitely have been able to rush to Liao Jiayi's side in time, but at this moment, I was injured, and ...... Well, wounds?
Wu Lang slammed his body slightly to the side, aimed the tip of the Mitsubishi barb spear protruding from his back at the white figure, and slapped the palm of his left hand on his chest without entering the body, and the top of the spear body was a long one......
"呲"......
With a soft sound, the Mitsubishi barb gun penetrated out of Wu Lang's body, and the gun's body was full of red blood, shooting at a white figure.
The short white figure, whose left hand had already touched Liao Jiayi's hair, heard the sound, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the Mitsubishi barb gun that was already close in horror......
The voice did not stop, the tip of the barb gun had penetrated the chest of the white figure, it was not that he didn't want to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all, in his eyes, the sky was full of Mitsubishi barbed guns, he didn't know which one was true, which one was false, how to dodge, just when he hesitated slightly, everything was over.
The moment the Mitsubishi barb gun penetrated his body, the blood of Wu Lang dyed from the tip of the entire gun to the body of the gun also submerged into his organs, and the white figure instantly felt that the internal organs were burning like flames, and the wide open mouth didn't even have time to scream, and it was penetrated into the wall by the impact of the Mitsubishi barb gun......
"Boom" ......
With the sound of the wall shattering, the short white figure was nailed to the wall, his eyes widened, and he stared at the full moon in the night sky: I am a dignified top monk assassin, I don't even know who the other party is, I was stabbed to death by the spear thrown by others, and the tendons, bones, and organs in my body have all been dissolved, what kind of exercises is that person using?
"Let's ......
A crisp and pleasant voice sounded slowly, and the white figure didn't figure it out before he died, thinking about it, with the bursting of the skull, all the tissues in the brain turned into powder, but in the blink of an eye, the white figure nailed to the wall was gone, and only a Mitsubishi barb gun nearly three feet long was left, which was also slowly dissolving......
Liao Aotian, Mrs. Liao, and the Zuo brothers also rushed forward, their eyes full of horror, watching this scene......
Wu Lang also floated to the ground, and countless fragments of black clothes slowly scattered in the air, but the people in it were gone!
"Ah Lang!" Liao Jiayi exclaimed, running wildly in front of Wu Lang, looking at his left chest as big as a fist, the transparent hole, there was still blood flowing out, and tears were gushing out instantly.
"Don't cry, I can't die. Wu Lang's face turned pale and smiled slightly, his left hand quickly on his left chest, under the two ribs, even the dot fingers, and the blood stopped flowing out.
"Aaron, come into the room, I have a secret knife wound medicine here. Liao Aotian hurriedly said.
Wu Lang shook his head at him and smiled: "Old Liao, I'm fine, you can help me arrange a quiet room." ”
"I'll take you, I'll take you. Liao Jiayi hugged Wu Lang and said continuously.
Wu Lang's steps trembled slightly, knowing that it might be the cause of excessive blood loss, the two came to the third floor, Liao Jiayi helped him to his room, Wu Lang walked into the bathroom, Liao Jiayi took a towel, trembled his hands, and helped him wash the blood stains on his body.
"You go out first, I'm going to take off my underwear, it's all blood. Wu Lang looked at her with a smile and said softly.
Liao Jiayi looked at Wu Lang, whose lips were already white, nodded with teary eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.
After a while, Wu Lang walked out with a white bath towel around his waist and sat cross-legged on the carpet.
"You go out first, I'm going to heal my wounds. Wu Lang looked at Liao Jiayi and nodded.
"I don't, I want to accompany you, absolutely obedient, don't disturb you, okay?" Liao Jiayi looked at Wu Lang pleadingly.
Wu Lang nodded lightly, did not speak, slowly closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled, and tried his best to calm his emotions and adjust the frequency of breathing.
Gradually, the left chest penetrated the wound, and a faint white mist appeared in the haze, as if white silk threads were wrapping around, slowly thickening, turning into a palm-sized white liquid, flashing and extinguishing with a faint light, Wu Lang frowned slightly, his teeth clenched, as if he was enduring great pain, but he did not make a sound.
At this moment, Wu Lang's body is covered with dark green toxins, which have been immersed in bones, tendons, and blood, but the surface of his body is not revealed, and the dark green toxins are like the size of a hair, less than microns, constantly eating away at the organs and bone marrow in his body, like the pain of ants attached to bones, making Wu Lang's body involuntarily tremble slightly......
Liao Jiayi sat not far from Wu Lang, quietly watching his every move, Wu Lang's muscular body shape slowly swelled up, at least three times larger than before, and the blood vessels in his arms, back, and chest burst out, and there seemed to be many small things in it, which were constantly wandering......
Gradually, the speed became faster and faster, and the small things in the veins of Wu Lang's body slowly converged into a snake-shaped object the thickness of a finger, clinging to the epidermis and skin, as if it would break out at any time.
"Hi"......
Wu Lang let out a low sigh, his eyes were round open, his face was as red as blood, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out, his eyes were almost out of his sockets, the corners of his eyes were all torn, and a little blood was like silk threads, slowly flowing down the side of his cheeks......
The snake-shaped object under the skin of the epidermis moved faster and faster, one moment on the chest, and the other on the back, as if looking for a breakthrough, and suddenly, the snake-shaped object instantly moved to Wu Lang's abdomen, and was about to move downward......
Wu Lang bowed his head suddenly, the thumb of his left hand was bent, the index finger and middle finger, and the fingers were like knives, which were also slightly bent, and they poked into the lower abdomen of his left flank like lightning, and then pulled it on the ground, and a snake-shaped object the thickness of a finger, more than two feet long, was grabbed by Wu Lang in his hand.
The snake-shaped object was dark green all over, and there were countless small fluffy hook-like feet under it, constantly twisting its body, trying to break free of Wu Lang's palm.
Wu Lang squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the snake-shaped object in his left hand, and with a push of internal force, a transparent circle of light suddenly appeared, wrapping the snake-shaped object tightly inside, and the pale white circle at the base of the index finger also burst into a ray of light, submerged in it, and then, the snake-shaped object struggled violently, curled up for a while, jumped straight for a while, and after a while, it gradually dissolved into the transparent aperture.
"Shh......h
Wu Lang exhaled a long breath, slowly leaned on the head of the bed, and looked at Liao Jiayi: "Can you help me get a cigarette?"
Liao Jiayi nodded hurriedly, got up and rushed out of the room, and after a while, she ran in again, knelt beside Wu Lang, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in the corner of her mouth, lit it, and stuffed it into Wu Lang's mouth.
Wu Lang took a deep breath of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth.
Liao Jiayi saw that Wu Lang actually took a sip, so she finished smoking the whole cigarette, hurriedly took the cigarette holder he held at the corner of his mouth, and lit another cigarette for him.
Wu Lang closed his eyes slightly, slowly smoked the cigarette in his mouth one by one, and didn't say a word.
"Are you okay now?" asked Liao Jiayi softly.
"It's generally fine, just use your luck to remove the residual poison in your body in a while. Wu Lang nodded and smiled at her.
Liao Jiayi picked up a pillow towel, gently wiped the blood from the corners of Wu Lang's eyes, looked at the still torn corners of her eyes, couldn't help but burst into tears again, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you hurt!"
"It doesn't hurt, it's okay, don't cry. Wu Lang looked at her with a smile and slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth.
"Why did you want to save me regardless of your own safety?" Liao Jiayi looked directly at Wu Lang and asked.
"I live in your house, I can't watch you being killed by that man, I know I can't die, I'm sure I can save you, so I did this, don't think about it. Wu Lang took the remaining cigarette holder from the corner of his mouth, screwed it out in the ashtray, and lit a new cigarette.