Jiangnan Huanshu's birthday wish when she was sixteen years old was to get a world of faces. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Jiang Nanjun was busy with official business, neglected to ignore it, and his sister disappeared that year, and he has always regretted it to this day, so the overwhelming face mud became an illusion that Ling Xuanluo saw after he stepped into his mind.

However, thanks to the support of this wish, Jiang Nanjun was able to retain the last bit of consciousness, and also bought precious time for Ling Xuanluo.

Ling Xuanluo took him thoughtfully and walked forward step by step. The more he stepped on it, the more empty he knew, and he knew that they were moving away from the fantasy world.

After walking forward for a while, Ling Xuanluo stopped, not moving forward but looking down.

At the foot of the lake, there is a green lake, the water surface is as calm as a mirror, because there is no wind, so there is not a trace of ripples.

The lake is boundless, stretching in all directions, as its name suggests, it is the shoreless lake in the heart of Ling Xuanluo.

Fu Jiang Nanjun sat down suspended on the surface of the lake, and he said softly: "Brother, you must be tired after pinching the noodles for so long, it is better to sleep well." Xuanluo, no, it's Ling'er, Ling'er has been staying here, accompanying you until you wake up, do you think it's okay? ”

"Ling'er...... It's Ling'er who is with me...... It turns out that Huanshu said that she was looking for a friend to play, referring to Ling'er, okay, good, my brother is so happy......"

Dreamily agreed, and a sense of exhaustion came over me. In addition, the virtual realm is quiet and silent, but there are one or two "ding dong" water droplets in the distance from time to time, which intensifies the hypnotic effect. Jiang Nanjun couldn't bear the sleepiness, and fell into a deep sleep with his eyelids drooping.

He won't move anymore, and the time has come for Ling Xuanluo to cast a spell.

He raised his right hand and turned the entire palm into a transparent purple, and when the palm brushed Jiang Nanjun's raised forehead, the situation in his skull was clearly revealed.

As Xi Mutong expected, the situation is extremely unoptimistic.

At the tip of his brain, surrounded by a cloud of white smoke. The smoke is in a hierarchical shape, and it circles from top to bottom like a plate of incense. Although the shape of the incense is regular, it is intermittent, and there are many broken ends.

Ling Xuanluo said secretly: "This white smoke must be brain waves. The brain waves kept fluctuating and disconnected. When the smoke is dissipated at the touch of a button, it must not be the brain pulse, only when the brain pulse is connected and complete, the circulation of brain waves can return to normal. ”

After his thoughts were cleared, he went to find the brain line. Through careful inspection, it was seen that hidden behind the white smoke, there were correspondingly bright red blood vessels, presumably those were the brain veins that Xi Mutong was referring to.

The normal human brain veins, because there is blood circulating in them, must be bright blood. And Jiang Nanjun's veins have turned dark purple in color, indicating that there must be several siltation and cannot be dredged.

He collapsed because the veins in his brain were broken, and blood was gushing out, spreading to other parts and clotting into blood clots, compressing the nerves. What Ling Xuanluo has to do is to find the fracture, remove the bruises, and then use the light of the Zen fingers to close the veins.

Jiang Nanjun, who is known as a think tank, has used this brain to solve many crises for the Three Realms? And how many people have been able to continue their lives because of his clever plan?

But now, how can Heaven cruelly allow such a tragedy to happen when this witty, savior-saving brain, like a blooming flower, withers and dies?

Ling Xuanluo forcibly closed his eyes in pain, and covered Jiang Nanjun's brain with a layer of bright purple light with his mind. The purple light was guided by him and seeped into his mind from the eyelids, so Jiang Nanjun's brain was pulled into his own brain by him.

Then he stretched out his two hands, and the thin true qi poured into his fingertips, and he searched with a pair of eyes, and without any difficulty, he saw the terrible, bleeding severed head. When I raised my hand in front of me again, I could already see with my eyes closed that my hands were moving flexibly.