"Master Yijing, he, he, he's going to die—"

Death?

Darkness shrank his eyes, shocked and incredulous.

"Why so suddenly?"

The monk opened his mouth and organized the language.

"It's too bad—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and hurriedly went to call Master Zen Ming.

And the dark one, who was extremely shocked in his heart, hurried to follow.

I really can't believe that martial arts cultivators are all such superb masters of Yijing, and they will be seriously injured to the point of death?

Whereas.

Meanwhile.

In the courtyard next door, a girl flipping through a drawing book.

There was a click, far and near, in my ears.

It seemed to be a thin brittle glass, and the cracking sound made her fingertips pause and look up at the sky.

The sky was bright and bright, and the sun was shining, and there was an inexplicable crack.

And there is also the intention of cracking bigger and bigger, and there is the intention of tearing the whole sky apart.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and doubts crossed her gentle eyes.

"Issei am dying? It shouldn't be—"

[What? 】

It's a very inexplicable system, and I don't quite understand what she means.

Asked:

[What is a net that is about to die? Where did you know that? 】

She didn't speak, she stretched out her hand in front of her, and a mirror condensed in the air.

There, covered in blood, a big hole in his stomach, was being treated by Zen Ming at this time.

But, obviously, it's no longer possible.

The system gasped.

Exclaimed:

[Really?! 】

Si Ruan pursed his mouth, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more serious.

"What's going on?"

She stood up, shrunk her feet and left the small courtyard in inches, and appeared in the meditation room.

Half unconscious, half awake, as soon as he saw her appearance, he grinned and asked weakly:

"Isn't that the time?"

When he asked like this, his lifeless eyes flashed brightly.

Evenly, he made the white and bloodless face flush.

It's like a flashback.

Let the dark one who ran over, and Zen Ming, who was rescuing him, both sink their hearts.

I can't get it back.

This is something that everyone present can see.

Darkichi took a breath, turned and went out, dropping a red flare into the air.

I hope that the young master of his family can rush back and see Master Yijing for the last time.

After all, Master Yijing has a 'master-apprentice' relationship with his young master.

However, the girl who was being watched by Yijing shook her head.

"Not yet."

As soon as the words fell.

The bright light in Yijing's eyes suddenly retreated.

The uncontrollable disappointment came out of his eyes.

"Didn't you arrive?"

He muttered to himself.

Crying and laughing.

"In this way, won't I see the pretty girl anymore?"

"It's not."

Si Ruan walked over and patted Zen Ming on the shoulder.

Zen Ming, who was trying to find a way to plug the hole on a clean stomach that was so big that he could fit into his fist, stiffened.

With wet eyes, he withdrew his bloodied hand.

He stepped aside, sat down cross-legged, and began to recite the sutra.

And outside the door.

The monks gathered, like Zen Ming, sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted the sutras together.

Yijing glanced at them and shook his head.

Calm and indifferent.

"Don't read it, I don't want to see the Buddha, and I don't want to die-"

I just want to see pretty girls.

But the monks who were chanting outside the door ignored him, even Zen Ming.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he sighed and withdrew his gaze.