Ai Hui woke up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ai Hui has woken up!"

Before he could open his eyes, he heard Loulan's cheers, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

The blurred vision gradually became clear, and familiar and concerned faces met his eyes.

"How's it going? Feel better?"

"Ah Hui, you finally woke up, scared us to death!"

"It's really a weak scum, I don't even know the moth fruit. ”

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Everyone greeted each other, but their faces were full of concern, and Ai Hui's heart was warmly moved. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. He found that he couldn't move his whole body, not even a finger.

"Well, he can't seem to speak. ”

"Looks like it's oh, I can't move yet. ”

"The eyes are blinking, they are alive. ”

"Just live, only he has a breath, don't worry about him, he will be alive in two days. ”

This triumphant voice is a fat man when he hears it.

"Yes, that's great!" "I'm relieved!" "Fat man, I think you're right!"

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, only Loulan was left alone. Ai Hui's vitality is tenacious, everyone knows very well. Knowing that Ai Hui is still alive, he will be busy with his own work when he relaxes.

Having just witnessed the fall of Ammuda, everyone knows that the war is about to begin. At no time was there a moment when the sense of urgency was so strong, and everyone knew that war would break out at any time on the front line, and they knew that they would be called up to the front at any time.

Fighting with the blood of the gods, every member of the Matsuma faction held back a breath of strength in their hearts.

The nightmare has taken countless lives, and most of the survivors have had their minds destroyed, but there are still others who have never forgotten the pain, grief and despair it brings.

The seeds of hatred have long been planted, sprouted, and grew.

Whatever the reason, no matter where the front lies, hatred is hatred, and hatred always carries blood.

Most of the fear of war stems from the fear of death and despair, but for the Avenger, what is lost has long been lost, and despair has long come. As long as they are alive for one day, they will never be able to forget the blood of Matsuma Castle, their classmates, teachers, and familiar faces, one by one, who fell in a pool of blood, and were devoured by the blood beast one by one.

It has always been harder to live than to die.

The day after he woke up, Ai Hui recovered a lot, confirming everyone's impression of his tenacious vitality. By the third day, Ai Hui was able to sit up.

Seeing his appearance, Ai Hui only smiled bitterly, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, and he looked like a mummy. The bare skin was charred and blackened, with cracked scars visible on it, and although they were beginning to scab over, they still looked shocking.

"Ai Hui, don't worry. In the evening, a lot of information was provided, and Loulan had found some ways to deal with the moth fruit. Now the moth fruit in Ai Hui's body was severely damaged by the thunder, and they returned to their previous non-living state. This phenomenon is not described in the information provided in the evening, but Loulan has already analyzed some patterns. Loulan will definitely save Ai Hui!"

Loulan helped Ai Hui out and encouraged Ai Hui at the same time.

Ai Hui wanted to smile at Loulan, but his face was covered with bandages, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Loulan caught Ai Hui's smile and said happily: "Fortunately, the bandages are here, helping Ai Hui isolate a lot of thunder, otherwise, Ai Hui will be injured even more seriously." ”

Along the way, I don't know how many times the bandage has saved Ai Hui.

He thought of Shi Niang and Master, thought of Mingxiu, and then thought of Uncle Yu, he knew that there must be something wrong here. Mingxiu will never hurt himself, Ai Hui has no doubts about this.

But this matter can only be said when he recovers from his injuries.

Loulan carefully placed Ai Hui in the sun.

Bathed in the sun, the whole body is warm and indescribably comfortable.

Loulan sat next to Ai Hui and talked about what had happened recently, and Ai Hui listened to it with relish. However, hearing the fall of An Muda and the series of glorious footprints left in the sky, Ai Hui was a little stunned.

He couldn't help but glance at Shi Xueman, who was not far away, carrying the clouds and dyeing the sky, and was inspecting everyone's cultivation back and forth.

Tie Niu must be very sad in her heart.

Ai Hui felt that Tie Niu was really strong, and when Master and Master passed away, the pain he would never forget in his life. An Muda fell, Ai Hui thought of the front line, Tie Niu's father Shi Beihai, and the situation at the moment must be quite difficult.

The master died, the father was in danger, but he couldn't do anything about it, this kind of pain was too cruel to Tie Niu.

The cultivation of the Heavy Cloud Spear is very lawful, and what Ai Hui didn't expect was that the cultivation of the Thunder Sword was actually going on as usual. He originally thought that he was unconscious, and the cultivation progress of the Thunder Sword would be interrupted, but he didn't expect it to continue.

It wasn't until Ai Hui saw Shi Xue Man go to the Thunder Sword to ask Gu Xuan about the effect of his cultivation that he suddenly realized.

There is only one thought in his mind now, he must heal quickly!

In such a sad and worried iron girl, but silently provoked such a heavy responsibility, Ai Hui rose a strong respect in his heart.

He felt that even if he could, he might not be able to do it.

Tie Niu's face always showed calm, but at such a moment, this calmness made Ai Hui feel Tie Niu's strength and feel the powerful strength contained in her weak body.

Wait, the weak body...... Ai Hui felt as if something was wrong.

Well, it's better to think about how you can heal faster.

Seeing that everyone was sweating and full of energy, Ai Hui felt how shameful it was to waste his time.

When Ai Hui began to check his body, he realized how bad his condition was.

The five mansions and eight palaces in his body were almost completely destroyed, and the thunder gathered by the clouds was too violent, far beyond the limit that his body could bear. As Loulan said, if there is no bandage, the possibility of survival is very small.

The destruction of the five mansions and eight palaces was tantamount to a catastrophe for Yuan Xiu, and he became a waste.

As soon as he was promoted to master, he suffered such a devastating blow, and if he changed to a Yuan Xiu, he was afraid that he would be in a state of collapse from now on. The great power that had just been possessed disappeared without a trace, what it means to be a master, what it means to lose a master.

What is more painful than losing is losing just what you have. From heaven to hell, that's probably what it feels like.

Ai Hui did not feel pain and loss, on the contrary, his heart was full of happiness for the rest of his life.

At that time, that was the only way.

At least I'm still alive and can still sit here in the sun and figure out a way.

Ai Hui has a tough personality, and although the current situation is very bad, he does not feel that the time has come to despair. Happy to be cold seniors, there have been eight times to impact the grandmaster, which is more than when he is miserable now, but he is not getting stronger and stronger?

To be alive is to always retain hope.

With the five mansions and eight palaces full of holes in his body, Ai Hui could imagine how the thunder gathered in his body at that time and destroyed the vitality in his body. He was injured not only by the five mansions and eight palaces, but also by the original vitality in his body.

More than eighty percent of his flesh and blood have been severely damaged, and it remains to be seen whether he can recover.

There is no endless road, and Ai Hui still has made a discovery.

In the dilapidated dungeon, a silver cloud floats quietly. The cloud was so faint that it was almost imperceptible unless you didn't pay too much attention.

The clouds shimmered with silver, like silver mist on the sea of silver mist.

When Ai Hui's consciousness approached this cloud of silver mist, a strong thunderous aura shocked him.

He was a little disappointed, the Yuan power in his body was lost, what was the use of thunder? The injury of the Five Mansions and Eight Palaces was a very troublesome injury for Yuan Xiu, but it could still be treated. But all the five mansions and eight palaces have been destroyed, and there is no cure.

In other words, he would never be able to cultivate Yuan Li in the future.

Thunder didn't have much use for him.

But why is there still a wisp of thunder left in his body? He had some doubts in his heart, but after thinking about it, he felt normal. So many thunderbolts "baptized" his body, and it is not surprising that there are some thunderbolts left.

Wait a minute!

Ai Hui suddenly realized that something was wrong, there was nothing strange about the residual thunder, but why was the residual thunder a silver mist?

He suddenly perked up.

That's right, the remaining thunder will definitely not turn into a silver mist!

His mind continued to sink into the silver mist, and thanks to the sword fetus and the Heavenly Heart Fire Lotus Lantern that the Heavenly Palace had cultivated, his mind was very strong. At this time, the body was seriously damaged, but the mind was not greatly damaged.

His mind sank into the silver mist, and a familiar feeling enveloped Ai Hui.

The breath of the sword!

Ai Hui was inexplicably excited, unstable, and suddenly broke away from the silver mist. But he couldn't contain the ecstasy in his heart, he knew what the silver mist was!

The silver mist is the sword fetus of the underground palace, the remnants of being shattered by thunder.

The shape of the sword fetus was shattered, and the aura of thunder was unusually rich, forming a silver mist in this strange state.

Ai Hui's mind was spinning fast, he was like a shrewd and greedy hunter, looking for every opportunity he could take advantage of.

The eyes exposed by the bandages that covered the whole body flashed inexplicably in the shadows of the sun.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how long, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, and his mind sank into the silver mist again.

This time, his mind was not impatient, excited, and unusually calm.

He slowly and carefully perceived this extremely faint wisp of silver mist, and his movements were slow, very careful.

Soon, he was sure that he was right, this extremely faint silver mist was the remnant of the sword tire after it was shattered by the thunder, but there were some subtle differences.

The sword fetus of the underground palace is a thunder sword, and it itself contains a strong thunder attribute.

The Heaven and Earth Thunder that broke into his body, although it was powerful and domineering, had the same attributes as the sword fetus. Ai Hui could imagine that when the earthly thunder entered his body, he would be attracted by the sword fetus of the underground palace as soon as he could.

A large amount of thunder, gathered in the sword fetus, far exceeded the limit that the sword fetus could withstand, so the sword fetus was destroyed and excited into a mist.

But at the same time, a large amount of thunder was infused, and the sword fetus was equivalent to being thoroughly "tempered" once, no, many times. Even if it was destroyed, a massive amount of thunder still filled his body, and the sword tire mist was "tempered" over and over again!

No wonder the thunderous aura of the silver mist is so strong.

Withstanding the thunder tempered so many times, it can still survive tenaciously......

Ai Hui's eyes sparkled at the moment, and he saw the dawn of hope. (To be continued.) )