Blades and fists collided in the door of the small room. Bethune didn't dare to let the other party into the room, because then he would not be able to control the safety of Li Musi behind him.

Two-handed knife, Bethuan left hand main defense, right hand main attack. But most of the time, it's just a left-handed knife that serves as a buffer, such as keeping out the squire's knife, or making up for a stab for someone who wants to retreat.

The body was used as a shield, and the left-handed knife greatly reduced the damage to Bethuan's body. But the impact of the power of the divine servant still poured into Bai Qiu'an's body from the outside world all the time.

But Bethune kept the door, the corpse of the god seemed to roar, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

In the field of vision, the successive priests are like white milk in a cup, crowded at the crack of the cup, and rush out of the transparent shackles with the former.

Bethune did not retreat.

He didn't know why there were so many divine servants gathered here, but the Twelve Halls had just found out. He didn't know why he had to be in such danger when he woke up from a long slumber.

It's getting busier......

What's the point of these? Why do you always have to spend time in endless battles? What he should do now is to try to become stronger, climb to the top of the Twelve Palaces, and then go to Chen's house to find Chen Xiaochan......

Yes, it's for Li Mousse.

Bethune woke up instantly, ignored the skeleton knife that had just been inserted into his abdomen, and cut off the opponent's arm with his backhand. The left-handed knife flew along the severed hand that still held the hilt.

The sound of the simmering collision was clear again, and the shouts from time to time behind him made Bai Qiu'an finally react.

He had just fallen into the trap, and his mental trance without warning made him realize that the group of guys behind this group of divine servants was definitely even more terrifying than Bethune had just thought.

What kind of strength does it take for a D-level combat power to enter the trap unconsciously?

The prison phoenix was constantly waved by Bethune, and the number of fallen priests gradually increased, making the originally narrow passage even more crowded.

The priests had to drag the corpses apart, but Bethuan would inevitably take the risk of wandering between several priests to cause them harm.

This is an unimaginably bold human being, even if their skeleton knife slashes at this man's body, he can still hand out the knife he wants without changing his face.

And every time they thought they were fighting for their lives, they met the eyes of the man in front of them, and there was always a sudden fear of realization. Gods are also afraid of death, especially since they are merely servants of the gods.

But......

The human in front of him didn't seem to be afraid.

Again and again, the blade cut terrifying scars on the human's body. But in the eyes of the gods, it was only a bad ending, and they always felt that the knife could have done better, maybe they should have cut off the hands and feet of this human, or let him die on the spot.

But each knife is a little bit worse, and the human is always scarred with even greater scars...... Or even death. It was a disproportionate return, with corpses and blood stains all over the ground.

And what they have to admit is that over time, they have that kind of visceral fear and anxiety about the human being in front of them.

This is Bethune's oppressive force and fear given to the enemy by the color and consistent fighting style of the previous move, and little by little builds a solid cage called fear in his heart.

The eyes, the movements, and every tricky and thrilling attack.

Even though Bethune has only entered a new world for just over half a year, he lives almost every day in battle, hovering on the verge of death, and this edge is on the side of death.

The first time he entered the Twelve Palaces was because of death, and the nameless town faced the irresistible Qi Wenchao, and after trying his best, he was unilaterally tortured and killed by the enemy.

Nearly 100 people besieged at the foot of Niutou Mountain, in the elevator of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangbei Medical College, the Third War Zone and Xie Zhao were half of the gods who resisted like a tide......

There was also a second taste of powerlessness, facing the outburst of that zodiac god.

Bethuan has experienced too many battles, from the initial joy to the arrogance later, and then he was awakened by reality and struggled step by step from the quagmire.

Bethuba, who woke up from a big dream, actually gradually suppressed the still restless "I may be a pig's foot" careful thought in his heart. Steadily grasp the fighting methods he groped out of blood and death, and constantly familiarize himself.

Learn to be a man, learn to fight.

This is what Bai Qiu'an himself thought of, and how to improve the combat power of the same level that day popped up in his head.

Familiar, pragmatic......

That's all.

Han Jingqing looked at the back in front of him, and there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

Once upon a time, she didn't understand the family's decision, no matter how down-and-out the Han family was, they wouldn't be so humble to tie up a newcomer who had just come out of the training camp because of a "heartless word" from the Lord of the Shen Monkey Palace.

Although Bethuan has a divinity that is difficult for ordinary people to reach and an unbelievable natal curse, there are far from a few people who have a super-a divinity in the history of the Twelve Palaces, and Bethula's natal spell ability seems to be powerful, but it is only for individuals.

And the lethality is almost negligible, and even the powerful god can only escape. What's more, there are many people with high divinity and strong natal divine spells, and it is rare for the two to be combined......

But even the daughter of the patriarch is so humble that she is still willing to choose to be a young woman even after knowing that the other party and the eldest lady of the Chen family are in love with each other.

Han Jingqing was really hard to accept, and the insignificant compromise to the family was just to see it with his own eyes.

In fact, how much she "sees" is really just to see. The family just made her mentally prepared. Whether she likes it or not, it doesn't matter to her at all.

Born in red bricks, without a city, coupled with psychological rebellion...... Han Jingqing's influence on Bai Qiu'an is actually terrible. Even after the third war zone, Han Jingqing's impression of Bai Qiu'an was only that of a qualified soldier.

But until this moment, Han Jingqing looked at Bai Qiu'an's back......

In fact, there is nothing special about this moment, neither the heartbeat of looking back at the moment, nor the gentle voice as if time is paused, or the voice of a domineering president.

just looked at Bai Qiu'an like this, but Han Jingqing knew it in his heart......

It's safe to yourself.

Until this man falls, he will be safe.

Wrong......

This man's natal curse doomed him not to fall. If the immortal bird is dead, then why call it an immortal bird?

Time seems to be repeating itself, Bethune has been guarding the gate, keeping bleeding from the knife, and the priest in front of him is also dying.

And Li Musi behind him still didn't wake up, Han Jingqing looked at Bai Qiu'an's back blankly, and his brain seemed to be short-circuited.

The dull and noisy sound of knives reverberated through the hallway, but at some point, it seemed as if a stone had been smashed into the calm lake.

The priests in Bethune's vision began to dwindle, and the sound of sparse knife collisions began to be heard in the distance outside the house.

Reinforcements are finally here.

The moment the joy stayed at the bottom of Bai Qiu's peace of mind, a figure crossed in front of him. In the next moment, the divine servant in Bai Qiu'an's vision suddenly stood still.

Like a freeze-frame picture, Bai Qiu'an's gaze instantly locked on the divine source of the divine servant.

Along the very center of the Divine Source, there was a smooth crack that cut through the entire body of the Divine Servant. His gaze shifted, and all the divine servants in front of Bai Qiu'an had the same wounds on their bodies.

Slippery......

Bang bang knock!

The sound of landing and colliding with the liquid sounded almost simultaneously.

"Young Master Bai, thank you for coming to help."

Bai Qiu'an turned around suddenly, and he didn't know when there was an extra person beside him. And Bethune didn't even notice the existence of this person at all.

It was Bethune who had seen, the old butler who was by Li Mousse's side when he was in the Mousse Hotel.

After thanking Bai Qiu'an, the old butler walked straight to Li Musi's side.

Thank you again to Han Jingqing.

Lifted up, the face was as usual.

"Just leave the rest to our Li family, and ask Young Master Bai and Miss Han to go back to the Mousse Hotel with me for a while." The old butler's face was calm, and he made a gesture of invitation to the two of them.

Then he took a knife in one hand and strode forward.

The corridor was full of fighting figures. Some rooms were kicked open, screaming and blood running down the floor or spilling on the walls of the hallways.

Bai Qiu'an and Han Jingqing followed the old housekeeper, strolling leisurely into a no-man's land.

Wherever there was a battle that affected the route of the old butler, the servants were all killed, and they were killed with a knife.

Bai Qiu'an felt that this old housekeeper might be even stronger than Xie Zhao. At least he hadn't seen Xie Zhao like the one in front of him, who begged for the lives of several divine servants in front of him with a single sword.

Li Jia......

Bethune couldn't help but look back, man and god servant......

Neck and neck.

The horror of the twelve, Bai Qiu felt at ease.

turned his head, but saw Han Jingqing looking at him, but neither of them spoke. Follow the old butler on.

Someone released them out of the enchantment, and they should also be from the Li family.

……

Go downstairs, get in the car, and return.

Bethune and Han Jingqing on the bed in the private room,

One lying down and one kneeling.

Maybe Han Jingqing felt a little embarrassed, so he found some topics to talk about.

"Actually, in addition to being convenient and fast, the people from our Mao Rabbit Hall have another advantage in coming to treat the wounds."

"What?"

Bai Qiu'an's face was pale, and some of his body was weak due to excessive blood loss.

"Don't leave any scars, so that the warriors of the Twelve Halls will not cause some unnecessary trouble because of the scars on their bodies in their daily lives. Although the details of eyes and habits are difficult to hide, they are still somewhat better. And you don't have to worry about disability. ”

"Do you like the Twelve Halls?" Bethune asked suddenly.

"I prefer the Rabbit Palace." Han Jingqing smiled, a pun.

"Why?"

"There are more people in the Rabbit Hall who are dedicated to saving the dead and helping the wounded, in other words, more pure and pure. Of course...... I'm just talking about proportions. ”

The smile on Han Jingqing's face didn't seem to be fake, and then he asked rhetorically, "What about you?" ”

"I don't know, but I should prefer red bricks."

Bethune had never seen the headquarters of the Youji Palace, let alone the name of the Twelve Palaces that had always been out of reach in his heart.

What is really real is actually red bricks for Bethuan...... Or the people in the red bricks.

"Yes, in fact, the genius of the Twelve Halls is that he will always let you find a place for yourself in the Twelve Halls that seem to have chaotic relationships."

"Really...... I didn't think much of that. Bai Qiu'an glanced at Han Jingqing again and hesitated for a moment.

"What do you want to say?" Han Jingqing pulled the hair around her ears.

"You seem to have changed."

"What's changed?" Han Jingqing didn't hold back, and the corners of her mouth cracked.

I wonder if the next sentence of Vain will be "You have become pretty", a long-established flirtatious quotation, right? If so...... Cooperate with him in front of him to twist it?

"It's true."

"Really?" Han Jingqing didn't react for a moment, but then it dawned on him.

"Can you see that?"

Han Jingqing showed a hellish expression, she had always thought that Bethune should be a fool who could only fight, but now it seems that ...... Could it be that he is the fool who was played by Bethune?

"What do you mean?"

"What are you talking about?" Han Jingqing was a little sulky, but the treatment had not stopped.

"I think people are quite accurate, so ...... You used to laugh at me so fakely. ”

Han Jingqing was stunned for a moment, and looked at Bai Qiu'an without speaking for a while.

"Unusual features?"

"Maybe it's a natal spell too?" Bethune smiled.

"Daydream." Han Jingqing rolled her eyes angrily.

"Are the side effects of the treatment of the Utu Hall different from person to person or ...... All the same? Bethune continued.

"It's all the same."

"What about the aftermath?"

"You don't know?" Han Jingqing asked rhetorically.

"Lifespan?"

Bethune asked, in fact, no one has said this kind of thing on the surface. But most of them are a kind of sequelae that he knows, but Bai Qiuan still wants to ask.

Han Jingqing hummed lightly, then took a deep breath and said, "There is a saying in the medical team, which calls one life for another. ”

"I've heard of it."

"So in the Twelve Halls, how valuable a life is can actually be measured by us. There are many ways to consider minor injuries, broken arms, internal organs, strength levels, etc. ”

Han Jingqing didn't see much sadness on his face, this kind of thing had already known the result when they joined the medical team on the first day.

"Compared to the madmen of the Hai Pig Temple, there is still hope at the last moment to fight the gods on the battlefield. The best outcome for those of us who have entered the Rabbit Hall of the Medical Team is to save an important person in the Twelve Halls with our own lives. ”

"Battlefield...... It can be on, but the cost performance is too low. ”

"The big picture counts." Bai Qiu'an added a sentence leisurely.

Watching his comrades die in the God Butcher War, and he couldn't personally carry a knife to avenge them, the depression can be imagined.

"So the psychiatrist is actually the first to treat the people of our medical team. Then there are themselves, and finally you front-line fighters. ”

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