He seemed to be boiling with magma, in the sharp pain that was heart-rending, every time Zhu Rong thought that he was going to lose consciousness in the next second, something always lingered in his mind.

The last string in his heart was forever tight, and he couldn't sleep with peace of mind.

He...... It hasn't been confirmed that she's okay.

Lives for lives or something.

He's not unusual!

The young man's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how anxious he called in his heart, his eyes seemed to be stuck with the thickest paste, and he just couldn't open them.

The girl's bleeding wrist on the tub lingered in his mind.

She raised her eyes a little distracted, and he couldn't forget the way she muttered.

Zhu Rong's heart was full of disgust, and this feeling made him very unhappy.

He hated the sympathy of others, he hated the pity of others, this woman had been very unkind to him and his sister from the beginning, and now he suddenly felt that it was not bad to get along like before.

If he opened his eyes and this girl really died in front of him, I am afraid that this girl's figure would be as deep as tarsal gangrene in the rest of his life.

If you can survive.

This situation is absolutely unbearable for him.

Zhu Rong was deeply disgusted in his heart, biting the tip of his tongue, and kept telling himself not to sleep, but to stay awake.

His mouth was full of blood, and he didn't know if it was blood vomiting from his chest cavity or the tip of his tongue that had been bitten.

In such a rusty smell, Zhu Rong felt the hellish pain very clearly.

The legendary torture in the eighteenth layer of hell must be nothing more than that.

He must have done something evil in his previous life to feel such pain when he was alive, Zhu Rong's muscles and muscles all over his body burst out, and his bones also made a piercing creak, and his whole body seemed to be broken and reorganized.

The medicinal soup in the tub bubbled and bubbled, and the strong steam made it even more scorching.

Zhu Rong was soaked in the medicinal soup from head to toe, and there was no pain in his body, and he felt as if the skin on his body was shattering inch by inch, peeling off layer by layer, and being eroded.

Time passed bit by bit, and I don't know how long it took, Zhu Rong found that although the sharp pain in his body was very slow, it was gradually subsiding, and the gurgling sound of the medicinal soup in his ears gradually became smaller.

The strong resistance on his eyelids seemed to be weaker, Zhu Rong was ecstatic in his heart, and bit the tip of his tongue again, this time the stinging pain seemed to have some effect, he gasped, trying to open his eyes.

The boy's eyelids trembled, once, twice, three times, and after painstaking efforts, he finally opened his eyes a slit, driven by the longing of his heart.

This made him feel extremely excited, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that his mentality had changed, even if he was ugly before, but his body was not inconvenient, so it seemed that God was not thin on him.

Zhu Rong's eyelids drooped, and the slit in his eyes was not enough for him to see anything outside of his own body.

The boy struggled to roll his eyes and look down, looking at his body.

He saw that his badly damaged body was covered in blood.

It's just that at this time, it's no longer clear which blood is his own and which is hers.

The original brown medicinal soup had been completely dyed red, and I could vaguely see that there was still a bright red liquid flowing in from not far away.

He was soaked in her blood.

And the blood of the golden flames that was still burning on the surface was slowly repairing his body.

The wounds that had been cut were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the festering skin was slowly smoothing out under the light of the Night Pearl, and he could even feel his original scarred internal organs, although it might take more time, but he could clearly feel that everything was getting better.

There was a lot of vitality that was seeping into his body in the slightest.

Zhu Rong took a deep breath, felt his stiff body, tried to adjust, and with the harsh grinding sound of bones, his right hand was finally lifted out of the water.

The boy moved his gaze to his hand, and he froze.

This is...... Whose hands?

This is...... My hand?

The skin of the hands in front of him was smooth and tinged with a slight flesh-red glow, and the skin looked like a newborn baby.

It wasn't the hand he was familiar with, covered with black sarcoma, and he felt bad at the glance of his own.

This is...... Ordinary people's hands.

Yes......

The boy groaned.

It turns out that ordinary people's hands look like this.

The young man only felt a hot breath surging up in his heart, and even his eyes were a little moist and hot.

When he was young, countless times in his dreams, he saw that he had such a pair of hands, even if the body was still broken, but covering the body, he still had a pair of normal hands to hold the pen, to hold the sword, to fulfill his ambitions.

But every time I woke up, I still saw my horrible body.

As he grew older, he didn't even dream of it.

Seeing his hands, he felt that all the pain he had endured before was worth it.

Zhu Rong's face was still pale, but his breathing gradually became steady.

But it didn't take long for his breathing to become rapid again.

What about her? How about her?

Coming back to his senses from his sense of happiness, Zhu Rong only felt his heart pounding.

Move it! Move it! Move it!

This is my hand!

Zhu Rong shouted in his heart, as if in response to his shout, the unfamiliar hand moved slowly, and then his lowered eyelids finally raised, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, and couldn't wait to look at the place where Zhu Luan was by the bathtub.

The girl leaned quietly against the wall of the barrel, as if asleep, the hand that had held the sword hung limply, the heavy sword rolled to one side, the other hand still resting on the edge of the barrel, and red liquid dripping from her wrist.

She let the blood drip and looked like she would never wake up.

The fear in Zhu Rong's heart surged out, his body trembled violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant.

The boy opened his mouth, his hoarse throat squeezing out broken words.

"Hey!"

He shouted.

The girl did not respond.

Zhu Rong was even more anxious in his heart, and the bloody qi in his throat surged up.

"Hey!"

He continued to shout.

The girl didn't respond.

Zhu Rong continued to shout.

"Hey!"

Zhu Rong hesitated, gasped violently, and blurted out the name he had never called.

"Zhu Ying!"

The girl remained motionless, and in the silence of the clean room, only the sound of blood dripping from her wrist could be heard.

Zhu Rong's mouth opened and closed silently, and he looked at the girl in front of him in a daze.

What is this?

How can this be?

"Ninth sister!"

Zhu Rong's eyes tingled, and the title he had never had a chance to call finally burst out from between his lips.

"I'm not dead yet."

At this moment, a faint female voice came out of the girl's lowered mouth.

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