The more Zi Tong understood the mediation sword, the more confused she felt, and she said in a low voice: "Mediation and mediation, can you really mediate?"

The old man muttered slightly, and did not answer again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Purple Pupil didn't have anything to ask, so she was about to walk out, and before she could reach the door, she saw Miji come in. But she walked past him with an unchanging face, ignoring him.

"Why don't you ignore me?" he asked, holding her by the hand.

"I'm saying hello to you with my gesture. Aren't you happy to see that I'm fine? Isn't this a greeting?" Although Zitong spoke quietly, she bit every word very clearly.

Migi didn't contradict her, he reached out his other hand and ran straight to her neck.

"Miggy, you're trying to choke me again?" Before his fingers could touch her neck, she grabbed his wrist. At this time, one of Miggy's hands grabbed Purple Hitomi's arm, and his other hand was choked by Purple Hitomi. Suddenly, she sensed something was wrong, but vaguely didn't know what was wrong.

She felt something missing, she squeezed the hand tightly, she couldn't feel it, was it because it was too tight? She let go again, or no. She backhanded his other hand, and so did it.

Migi ...... There is no pulse. She thought it was her own delusion, and felt his pulse again, but there really wasn't. Did she feel the wrong place? She groped up and down, left and right, but still couldn't feel it...... And what about the beating?

"Y-You don't have a pulse?!"

He didn't speak. But his eyes were wide open, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes were throbbing. The expression on his face was strange. There was a mixture of surprise, anger, and forbearance. He shook her hand away with all his might. Then, suddenly, he froze, without moving, without even blinking his eyes.

He...... Purple Hitomi suddenly became nervous, she didn't want such an embarrassing situation to happen, but it still happened.

He suddenly unbuttoned his shirt one by one. He pulled back his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Then, he grabbed her hand and placed it on the left side of his chest.

"I don't even have a heartbeat. He looked at her coldly and said quietly.

Her hands were cold for a moment, but his chest was even colder! A chill of the bones penetrated through her fingertips, and in the depths of her heart, a chill immediately rose up accordingly. His chest was like a lifeless marble, and he was still talking, thinking, but his heart was not beating! There was no pounding, not even the slightest fluctuation.

"You don't have a pulse, you don't have a heartbeat, so are you dead or alive?"

He smiled. Pulling the corners of his mouth. No longer as proud as before. The pores and fine lines on his face are clearly visible. It was at that moment that his eyes lost their luster of life, and his face lost its brilliance.

A cold face, stiff lines. He shook his head again and again, his lips moving, but the upper and lower lips were still twisted and crumpled together, and a look of fear that could not be concealed appeared on his face. It seemed that a long time had passed before he finally thought of a suitable answer, and muttered:

"Half dead. Not alive. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it. It was the first time that Purple Pupil saw Miji like this, and she asked, "You have been pretending to be a normal person in front of us, aren't you tired?"

Miji was such a capricious person, and the next second, she saw that he was the same person she knew from the past.

"You don't have to pretend, no one will see through it. Really, before this, there was really no one who could see it, not that I hid it deeply, but that they didn't pay attention at all. Miggey smiled as he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised, his neat white teeth as if he had just come out of the clouds and regained his brilliance, but there was a hint of self-deprecation in his expression.

Seeing such a Miji, Purple Hitomi wanted to laugh, but still didn't laugh, she asked him, "Will you suddenly fall down one day and never wake up again?"

"You want?"

"Now I hope, but one day, I will regret what I said. ”

"That's right, so don't make me angry, I'm going to die, it's dangerous!" Miggy joked, buttoning his shirt as he said.

"Then why are you letting me know ......"

"Because I know you'll believe it. Miggie replied indifferently.

Purple Pupil really believed it, but she was curious: "Why don't you ask me why I believe it?"

"I don't want to know. ”

Since she didn't want to know, she told her, so she said, "It's anger." When I asked you if you were dead or alive, you were genuinely angry—anger that could not be disguised or concealed. ”

Hearing this, Migi's face resurfaced with the anger of that time, but it quickly dissipated. He said, "Now that you know, please, don't tell anyone – no one can say it!"

Purple Hitomi didn't nod, but she didn't shake her head either, she said, "Whether you are dead or alive, you are just Miji, our dean, our mentor.

"Well, what do you think I'm different from usual?" said Miggy as he spun around.

"It's no different. Rest assured. ”

Hearing Purple Pupil say this, Miji breathed a long sigh of relief, he and Purple Pupil said so much just to test to see if she knew something, fortunately, she didn't know yet...... He turned and walked out the door.

Purple Pupil looked at Miggie's back and thought of his hand, the severed ring finger. Miji's wounds can only be seen by those who care about him, and those who love him will only be able to see him in good shape.

She glanced back at the old man—the tree had wounds, too?" and he always spoke like a storyteller. Zi Tong felt that she understood something, and quickly ran out of the cultivation world.

She saw Wang Zinuo and them in front of them, and quickly caught up. At this time, Wang Zinuo was talking to J Xi.

"J Xi, can you reforge it like this?" Wang Zinuo asked, he had heard the legend of the mediation sword when he was very young, and now, the sword was really in his hands, but it was not complete, he didn't want to have it all the time, perfect it, let it become a divine weapon, and then he would definitely kill the enemy with blood!

J Xi sighed and said regretfully, "No, it's too late, there are no more materials for forging the sword." ”

Wang Zinuo frowned and asked eagerly, "What material?

"I'm not going to hide it from the captain. In fact, it is the same as the contact material we have in hand. There was just enough material left to make five contacts. ”

"Then use my liaison to forge a sword!" Wang Zinuo said and stretched out his hand!

J Xi looked helpless: "Captain, don't be delusional." As I said earlier, even if you die, you can't take it off your hands. ”