It hurts...... It hurts to gasp for breath. (.Yes.)? (.meaning.)? (.think.)? (.book.)? (.Hospital.)

Slowly regaining consciousness, Fang Qi reflexively moved his fingers, this movement did not matter, and directly called back his chaotic consciousness and dull and numb consciousness, and his whole body was slashed and slashed, and he throbbed and throbbed.

…… Why does it still hurt?

Fang Qi opened his eyes, his eyelids didn't know where the nerves were involved, and his whole face twitched. But he was in pain very happily, only the living knew that it hurt, how could he still be conscious when he died?

But......

How could he ...... How is it possible to be alive?

Fang Qi grinned and sat up, he was covered in blood at that time, he was frightened, and the man's expression was still clearly imprinted in his mind...... Not pain, not sadness, but an indescribable taste of despair, as if beaten back to its original form. Fang Qi rubbed the corners of his forehead, while relieving his headache, he unconsciously remembered that when he first saw Hongyuan, such a small person, his eyes were calm and unreasonable, and his heart was as dead as ashes, and that look at men, women, old people, and children, rich and poor, fair and evil, looking at flowers, grass, trees, cats, dogs, living things, dead things, all like looking at a cold stone.

But...... The last time he saw Hongyuan, Fang Qi frowned, that person looked like him, and it didn't look like him.

The tragedy that happened on the long street was obviously caused by those silver lights that appeared for no reason, and whether it played a role in teleporting demonic beasts or producing demonic beasts, that power was not trivial. After all, the combat power of the demonic beast spit out by the silver light is not virtual, and almost half of the monks on the long street died tragically at the feet of the demonic beast, which shows how strong the strength is, but it is such a silver light that is actually steadily suppressed by the black mist, how is it possible?

It's simply impossible!

Although in his eyes, Hongyuan is good everywhere, he has to admit that even if Hongyuan is talented and has the bloodline of Warcraft, it is impossible to have such a huge cultivation in just four months of inheriting cultivation!

That person is really him, with tough facial features, familiar gentleness, and a tall figure...... The two are together day and night, and he will never admit his mistake!

What the hell is going on, Fang Qi was originally in pain all over his body, and now even his head is bursting with it.

Originally, the sound transmission stone of Fengyao Mountain became small and large, etc., these puzzles were enough for him to drink a good pot, but Hongyuan came up with this kind of thing again! Seeing that he coped with it with ease, his techniques and movements were not unfamiliar, and it was obviously not a sudden burst of cultivation. If it hadn't suddenly erupted, what would it mean? It would have meant that he had already possessed such a strong cultivation? How could it be...... He inherited the cultivation for four months...... In the book, it is clearly said that it takes 3,000 years to inherit cultivation, 12 months in a year, 3,000 times 12 equals 36,000 months, 36,000:4...... In the past four months, he fished for three days and dried nets for two days, and he rarely had time to cultivate well, he originally thought that if Hongyuan's trend continued to develop, it might take 30,000 years to become a god...... There is absolutely, absolutely impossible such power for four months...... Fang Qi almost vomited blood, and he fell into a dead loop again.

It's useless to guess more, so it's easier to ask directly. Fang Qi looked around and found that he was staying in a closed room, with no doors or windows, surrounded by walls, and there were no candles in the room, but it was as white as day, and the four walls emitted a faint and soft light.

Where is this?

Since there is no way, how did he get in?

Fang Qi looked down and saw that he was lying on a white stone bed, looking cold and cold, but the tentacles were warm to the touch, but the clothes on his body were ...... Fang Qi's eyes froze, stunned. The white and soft clothes, the texture is light and thin, the tentacles are soft, at a glance, you can see that it is not ordinary, who changed his clothes? Hongyuan ...... Who else but him?

Fang Qi touched his clothes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he was stunned, and hurriedly lifted his sleeves.

He rolled from the second floor to the downstairs, his elbow and the back of his hand slid across the ground, and there were large bruises, but ...... There is still a heart-rending pain in my body, but I ...... No wounds?

Fang Qi was silent for a moment, carefully lifted his shirt, and thought that he would see the scene of the wound on the clothes, who knew that the abdomen was clean, there were no blood marks, no blood...... Nothing.

Fang Qi was stunned for a few seconds.

Could it be that he had slept for thousands of days in a dream, so the wound had long since heal......ed? Even so, it is impossible not to even have a scar, those more than ten sharp thorns are extremely sharp, piercing through his body, hitting the wall behind him is still half an inch deep, will such a serious injury leave no scar.

More and more questions came rushing over, Fang Qi's face became more and more ugly, and he jumped off the bed. There were no shoes on the ground, so I walked barefoot to the front of a wall and touched it up and down with my hands, and it felt hard to the touch. Fang Qi touched the four walls one by one, how are they all walls!

He was already full of doubts, and a lot of patience was wiped out by countless doubts and unreasonableness, and now when he saw that he was trapped here, he almost immediately began to become impatient, how could he get out?!

Sticking his ear to the wall, Fang Qi tentatively shouted Hongyuan, listened for a while, and no one outside answered. Fang Qi grinded his teeth, could it be that Hongyuan did something bad and hid something from him, so he didn't dare to come out because he was weak-hearted? !

Fang Qi shouted at him loudly, while holding his breath and hammering the wall hard, before two hits, the palm of his hand was hammered to death, this wall can't be made of stones, why is it so hard?

Fang Qi changed his feet and kicked hard to relieve his anger, and as soon as he retracted his legs, suddenly a slight sound came from the wall next to him, Fang Qi frowned, took a few steps back and looked, the wall writhed like a ripple of water, Fang Qi lowered his voice, and made an expression of settling accounts after the autumn, ready to wait for the man to come in and smash the problem with his head and face!

However, it was not a tall and tough man who came in, but two young men in white shirts who came in through the wall, and when they saw him, they were stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "You finally woke up?"

Another white-shirted disciple was flushed with excitement and said, "Oh my God! I'm going to inform my master!"

After saying that, he turned back and walked through the wall skillfully.

Fang Qi was also stunned for a moment, and made a defensive posture vigilantly, seeing that these two young men were skillful, I don't know if he can beat the kung fu of the three-legged cat that he learned with Hongyuan, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man spoke to him in a rather familiar tone, Fang Qi thought back for a moment, the person in front of him was very unfamiliar, and he was sure that he didn't know this person.

The white-shirted disciple was holding a white jade plate in his hand, with several pill bottles on it, and the white-shirted disciple held the plate and said eagerly: "I am the second disciple under Elder Yanruo of the Yunhuai Sword Sect, you can call me Yanfei." You were in a coma for six days...... It can be regarded as waking up, and the thousands of monks in my cultivation realm are finally saved!"

Fang Qi: ".................."

“…… What nonsense are you talking about?Do I know you?" Fang Qi's eyes were strange, as if he was looking at a psychopath. He and Hongyuan skimmed through most of the plot in the book, and never fought with the big sects and small sects in the cultivation realm