Luo Chen's eyes slowly opened, the bottom of his eyes was very clear, as clear as the pool water under this waterfall, but he was a little godless, he didn't know what he had experienced, he only knew that he had been rescued, walked out of the scimitar tribe, and now he was in Hai Ling's arms, very safe. Hai Ling lowered his head and stared into Luo Chen's eyes.

"Are you awake?" Hai Ling bit his lip and said, "Do you feel better?"

Luo Chen didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only blink his eyes, indicating that he was fine. The sharp horn of his abdomen has been pulled out by Hai Ling, and as the sharp horn was pulled out, Luo Chen's organs were seriously damaged, and that horn had existed in his body for more than a month, so it had long been implicated with his physical body, as long as he touched this horn, his organs would be implicated. Luo Chen was spasmodic in pain at that time, and his muscles twitched and exerted force, causing the wounds all over his body to collapse together, and the black blood couldn't stop flowing outward, Hai Ling was stained with blood in his hand, and he was afraid in his heart, for fear that Luo Chen would die, but Luo Chen's body was still far beyond Hai Ling's imagination, and it took an hour to automatically stop the bleeding, and the wound even began to slowly scab over.

Hai Ling contributed all the spiritual power of his whole body for Luo Chen to absorb to his heart's content, so that Luo Chen's body could recover so quickly. By now, Luo Chen's body was covered with scabs, thick blood scabs covered his original skin, and even his face was covered with scars, only those clear eyes were still as clear as before.

There is very little blood left in Luo Chen's body, and now he basically only relies on spiritual power to maintain his life, and his body temperature is as low as a stone. Hai Ling didn't understand at first, how could a person like Luo Chen, who could trigger the vision of heaven and earth, be beaten like this by a half-step sixth-order demon beast, but now he understands that Luo Chen's pipa bone is locked by a broken iron chain, and his strength is limited, and he can only exert about eighty percent. Thinking about it, the people of the scimitar tribe first locked his pipa bone with a pipa hook, and then feared that he would break free, so they cut off the iron chain and let the iron chain be built in his bone, so that Luo Chen could not fully mobilize his consciousness, and he could not urge the power left by Jing Nan. It's vicious, terrible!

"People of the Scimitar Tribe...... Should you kill it?"

Hai Ling looked at Luo Chen in his arms and asked softly. Her tone was very soft, like a casual question, as if asking the other party if they had breakfast, just as casually. But Luo Chen looked at Hai Ling's eyes and found that she didn't seem to be joking, her expression was very serious. Ke Luochen also knows that neither she nor herself have the ability to shake others for the time being, since there is no ability to do things, it is better to wait patiently, and it is not too late to wait for the sharp minions. Sometimes the character of retribution is the nature of human beings.

Luo Chen thought about it, in fact, there was a misunderstanding in this matter from beginning to end. Someone framed Luo Chen, the scimitar king thought that he had killed the three great Tianjiao of his tribe, so he treated Luo Chen like this, the real person who should be killed was the real murderer behind the scenes, he blinded the scimitar king, and used him as a knife soldier. Having said that, this reason is not a reason for him to forgive the Scimitar King, the real reason is that the Scimitar King and Jing Nan are inextricably linked, he has been in the Scimitar tribe for a month, and the Scimitar King does not dare to kill himself, but there are two reasons, first: he is afraid of Jing Nan, Jing Nan has trained him since he was a child, and he has beaten him a lot, and even the scars on his face are also because of his disrespectful words, the marks left by Jing Nan. Second: He remembers old feelings.

Luo Chen finished thinking about it, made up his mind, and shook his head at Hai Ling again, his eyes full of negation. Hai Ling had no choice but to nod and sigh deeply. Luo Chen could feel her heart beating fast, as if she was suppressing her strength. Luo Chen stretched out his arm hard, grabbed Hai Ling's arm, and said, "Owe me ...... I naturally ... Naturally, it will be returned. ”

Hai Ling nodded vigorously, this is right, not afraid of violence, this is Luo Chen! She hurriedly put her finger on Luo Chen's lips, telling him not to talk and take care of his body. Luo Chen blinked, lay on Hai Ling's lap with peace of mind, and no longer made a sound, but still looked at Hai Ling with a pair of big eyes. Hai Ling smiled reluctantly and said, "I know, you must be curious, how did you get rescued? ”

As the saying goes, if you say a panic, you have to take 10,000 panics to round the panic, and this sentence is not wrong. Since Hai Ling had made up his mind to conceal his cultivation, no matter what, he would not let Luo Chen know. Therefore, even if Luo Chen wanted to know what had happened in the past month, Hai Ling could only answer half-truthfully.

She told Luo Chen about the experience of this month, she didn't say that she had knelt down and begged Jing Nan to save him, she just said that she and Shi Hai returned to the Manshan Mountain safely and lived in the stone house where Luo Chen usually lived. The days passed very quietly, until Jing Nan found her, he was still worried about his disciple, but he wanted you to suffer more, so he didn't go to save you immediately. Instead, he took the sea spirit to investigate the incident of the mutated beast, because you were framed, it is likely that this group of people who manipulated the beast to chase and kill you did it, and only when you find the real murderer can you be picked up from the scimitar tribe openly.

Luo Chen blinked his eyes in agreement, but there was a question in his eyes about who he was framed by. Hai Ling immediately understood what Luo Chen meant, and continued: "After half a month of investigation, we have touched several small dens where undead demon beasts gather all the way, and found that the person who really framed you is the person who manipulates the demon beast behind his back, that is a man wearing the mask of the god of death, the god is very strange, and he has a very powerful life-saving supernatural power, and your master and I have not been able to keep him." ”

Hai Ling saw that Luo Chen was a little thirsty, so he put him on the ground first, got up and took some clear stream water from the pool next to him, held it in his hand, and fed it to Luo Chen's mouth, Luo Chen smashed his mouth, and was satisfied a lot. Hai Ling continued to put Luo Chen's head on his lap, and then spoke: "Although we didn't hunt down this dead god, your master and I have caught a bigger clue, these mutated demon beasts, and the dead god who pretended to be a god, seem to be from the Jiuze tribe. ”

Luo Chen didn't show any surprise at this, he didn't care where these demon beasts came from, this was just a trivial matter, the biggest threat was always the demon monarch who was about to recover in the god and demon world on the top of the barbarian mountain, that was the existence that could destroy the Great Wilderness. And now, Luo Chen only cares about who saved him, rescued himself from the scimitar tribe, and rescued himself from that battle, in fact, he has the answer in his heart, but it is like listening to Hai Ling's answer.

Hai Ling nodded and said, "It's Jing Nan, your master, who rescued you." ”