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Jingliu carried the unconscious white rakshasa on his back, Nankong supported Qing Zijin, Nankong looked at the deep bone wound on Qing Zijin's leg, and said to Qing Zijin: "I'll carry you." Qing Zijin shook his head.

Lan Ruo squatted down and said, "If we go on like this, we will be chased, I will carry you." ”

Qing Zijin looked at the large and small wounds on Lan Ruo's body, sighed lightly in his heart, limped forward, lying on Lan Ruo's back, Lan Ruo clasped her thigh with one hand, and took Qing Zijin's black umbrella with the other hand, and then slowly stood up, overworked all the time, and the already overburdened knee made a sad "click" sound, Lan Ruo frowned, and strode forward.

Qing Zijin pursed his lips and leaned into Lan Ruo's ear with some concern and asked, "Am I heavy?" ”

Lan Ruo was stunned and said, "You're okay, it's just your umbrella...... It's a bit heavy. ”

Behind her, Nankong muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "He said he would carry it......"

Nicholas staggered over to Nankong's side and said, "Sister Dao, my leg is also injured, can you help me?" ”

Nankong waved his hand and said, "The injury on your leg is as serious as hers, and besides, I don't want to have physical contact with boys." ”

After saying that, Nankong quickly caught up with Lan Ruo, Nicholas was stunned when he heard this, and walked forward helplessly.

Nankong, Lan Ruo, Nicholas and Jingliu were first-class warriors, although they were all seriously injured and carrying the wounded on their backs, but the speed of travel was still very fast, after walking for a while, they were already in the depths of the dense forest, the sky was getting dark, Lan Ruo saw that the pursuers did not chase for the time being, and said to Jingliu: "You put down the white rakshasa and take a look, he is the most seriously injured."

Jingliu put down the white rakshasa against the tree, Jingliu's back was almost completely soaked with the blood of the white rakshasa , Lan Ruo looked at the injury of the white rakshasa , just by looking at it, Lan Ruo knew that he was not helped, he had a hole in his stomach, his intestines were about to flow out, the hole on his back was even more terrifying, the entire shoulder blade was exposed, Sen Sen was terrible, these injuries were very fatal, but the most fatal thing was that his blood was almost dry.

Lan Ruo looked at Jingliu, Jingliu should know that the white rakshasa's injuries were almost impossible to heal, but why did he still carry the white rakshasa on his back?

Shizuru knew what Lan Ruo was thinking, so he said, "I want him to leave with teammates around him, not enemies." ”

Lan Ruo didn't speak, he felt that this reason was enough to convince him, so he walked up to the White Rakshasa, crouched down, looked at his face, and waited for him to wake up, or sleep for a long time.

White Rakshasa's lips were chapped and pale, his face was gray, his skin was as dry as firewood, his eyelids twitched a few times and it was difficult to open, his expression was distorted, as if he was enduring great pain, and the mucous membranes in his mouth were so dry that they were all sticky together, and he couldn't speak.

Qing Zijin behind Lan Ruo stretched out his hand and held the left hand of the White Rakshasa, and the pure golden light lit up, which was a low-level healing speech and light healing technique of the light attribute.

Lan Ruo asked softly, "Is there a high-level light healing technique?" ”

Qing Zijin put his chin on Lan Ruo's shoulder, and said weakly: "The high-level light attribute healing technique is almost monopolized by the Middle Realm Holy Church and the Western Realm Witch Sect, and I won't either, besides...... His injuries are unlikely to be cured even by high-level healing techniques. ”

Lan Ruo sighed, at this time, I don't know if it was because of the effect of the light healing technique, the white rakshasa opened his eyes, his eyes were unfocused, but they were very clear, he knew the reality that he was about to die, and accepted it.

To be honest, Lan Ruo doesn't like White Rakshasa just like White Rakshasa doesn't like him, but this dislike only stays at the level of classmates, just like Hongyue once said, the two of them are not enemies, just classmates, seeing White Rakshasa dying in front of him, Lan Ruo can't help but have slightly red circles in his eyes.

Lan Ruo put down the black umbrella, gently held the right hand of the white rakshasa, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any wishes?" ”

The White Rakshasa raised a somewhat confused gaze and looked at the person in front of him.

Qing Zijin's overwhelming power once made the White Rakshasa flee in the battle to seize the emblem, endure all the hardships in the three courts, and even throw away his dignity to admit defeat, and the White Rakshasa once made up his mind that this insult must be returned tenfold in the future; Lan Ruo's stubborn and unyielding speech and unceremonious kick once left an indelible deep impression on the White Rakshasa who once regarded Lan Ruo as a lifelong enemy,

Those who used to be just once, once boring persistence, once boring jealousy, once boring dignity, once boring life......

Before closing his eyes, the two people holding his hands were the same people, one was using the light to keep himself alive, and the other was like a fool with a crying expression.

The White Rakshasa pulled out an ugly smile, and he said, "I don't want to die, I suddenly ...... I knew how to live, but it was too late. ”

A tear ran across his face, but it quickly dried up into tears.

"But I don't regret it......," he continued.

"Lan Ruo, go back and tell Black Spider that I can't accompany him to the summit of the North, tell my father...... I didn't disgrace his old man...... And also...... Lan Ruo ...... "His voice became weaker and weaker, until it was faint like a mosquito's chirp, until there was a deathly silence, and Lan Ruo saw the last shape of his mouth.

That's the word "I'm sorry."

On the day of admission, the White Rakshasa once scolded Lan Ruo for being a "waste", and Lan Ruo once said to the White Rakshasa that "if the senior intends to instruct, today's matter, three years later, we will make a difference", and now, almost three years later.

Lan Ruozheng's heart was gloomy, and suddenly he felt that Qing Zijin behind him was a little weak, and his outstretched hand was also lowered, Lan Ruo realized that her back was a little abnormally hot, and Lan Ruo called her a few times, she shouldn't be.

Lan Ruo panicked, he had a bad premonition, Lan Ruo put her down against the tree, and found that her eyes were closed, and her face was abnormally red, Lan Ruo touched her smooth forehead with the back of her hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

Lan Ruo knew that her physical strength, spiritual power, and spirit were all overconsumed today, and she was not only injured by the Southern Realm Spirit, but also seriously injured by herself, and was drenched in the rain, and later squeezed her own spirit and used a sixth-order magic light spear and a light healing technique, and now she actually started to have a fever, and the situation can be said to be too bad to be worse.

The spirit person's body is much stronger than the average person, and she will not get sick at all if she is not weakened to a certain extent, and in this situation, Qing Zijin has actually endured it until now, because she doesn't want to drag down her teammates.

The rest of the people originally thought that the pillar of the encounter with the enemy army was Qing Zijin, a sixth-order spirit being, but who would have thought that she was actually the weakest one now.

Shizuru couldn't help but ask, "How is she?" ”

Lan Ruo's expression was very solemn: "I have to treat her wounds, otherwise...... She could die. ”