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The stream is as clean as a fairy's face, Qiao Xiuzhu on both sides is elegant and quiet, and the hanging wicker is waving in the wind, like a girl welcoming guests in Luoxuan Pavilion.

Elegant and indifferent, no quarrel with the world.

This is the best place to recuperate.

Xin Wu was woken up by the cacophony of sounds, and he vaguely heard the sound of Munihong and the broken soldiers arguing outside the door.

"Why hasn't Xin Wu woken up yet?" asked Munihong anxiously.

"Brother, dear brother. This is the 862nd time you've asked in five days, can you stop for a moment?"

He really didn't know why he could put up with Munihong's chatter these days.

"Did you hurt him?" said Munihong.

"No!" Broken Soldier hugged his head and smiled bitterly: "You have also asked this sentence a hundred and fifty-nine times." ”

"Don't shy away from it, if I know you've hurt him, our Night Alliance will make you walk around without food. ”

The emotional Munihong tone was a little displeased.

"I hurt him, and I brought him up?" Broken Bing also began to retort: "You have a little brain, okay?"

"But you put him in the coffin, which shows that you have evil intentions and are vicious. ”

"Would you believe me if I said he jumped in on his own?" the innocent soldier sighed as he looked up to the sky and gestured to Munihong.

"I said you're a big idiot, do you believe it?"

Muni Hong responded angrily, and he pointed at the broken soldier as he shook his hand and left: "I'll go and call North, Xin Wu is not awake today, the two of us must ...... Certain...... Certain. ”

He couldn't think of any cruel words and tricks, so he could only shake his hands angrily: "Anyway, you will definitely not have a good time." ”

After a long silence, there was a sudden cry from outside: "Xin Wu, why do you have such a friend?"

He can ask dead people with one mouth!"

Xin Wu was amused by the words of Mu Nihong and Duan Bing, but as soon as his jaw was retracted, there was a sharp pain all over his body, as if a thousand needles were pierced around.

If he exercised a little, he would be stabbed to the ground.

The bronze mirror opposite showed his pale face, mixed with purple and black spots, some dark and some slightly lighter.

Xin Wu meditated and recalled, the temperature control technique was performed in an orderly manner, the messy and scattered memories were slowly connected, and the groggy mind gradually became clear.

The purple-black spots should be some kind of toxin, and when he was in the vast desert, he was indeed hit by a lot of the venom of the beast in the face of the interception of the red-clothed guard.

But judging from the fact that the poisonous spots are slowly fading, someone has already given himself an antidote, which is not a big deal.

The real problem should be the tightly wrapped bandage on the right hand, from the fingertips to the right shoulder, without the slightest sensation.

The white bandage gave off a slight aroma of herbs, oozing a yellowish liquid that wrapped around the entire arm, until the chest where the bandage ended, and there was a faint pain.

The right arm seemed to have turned into a piece of wood, and no matter how Xin Wu manipulated it, it was still motionless.

It's ironic that after only using the Heavenly Explosion Source Star Ray twice, the right arm has completely lost sensation.

The first time he used the Sky Burst Source Star, his palm became dripping with blood, and the blood lines like knife carvings crawled all over his arm.

With his strength, the current Heavenly Burst Source Star that gathers the source into a diamond is a move to hurt others and himself, but the situation is critical, and he has no choice.

Xin Wu was not angry but happy, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc.

He couldn't remember how he had been able to endure the pain and keep fighting.

In today's view, this is almost impossible.

The only thing that can make the pain weak is a firm faith, and he likes his persistence and risk-taking.

To be alive and to take risks is something that is very rewarding and rewarding.

As his breathing calmed down, Xin Wu gradually calmed down.

He continued to check the injuries all over his body, and almost every inch of his skin was hurt slightly, even with the slightest movement of his fingers, which would cause cascading pain in other parts.

What made him even more depressed was that the three flowers in his body that covered the Source Crystal Fruit had actually degenerated into leaves, and he had degenerated from a nine-star division-level hunter to a six-star division-level hunter.

With such a serious injury, if there was no life force to support him, he would have died a long time ago.

I really don't know how I survived at that time?

Xin Wu smiled inwardly, he didn't dare to change his expression at will.

The room is very clean and chic, the sunlight creeps up the face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pink cherry blossom is inserted in the vase in front of the window, which is quiet and elegant.

A few paper-cut cranes hang down from the beams, and several pictures of mountains and rivers are lifelike and hung on the wall.

The futon he was covering was a fine screen, on which a man stood on the edge of a high cliff, leaving a thin back, the wind blew his melodious black hair, and he was accompanied only by a lone sword that was broken and lonely.

Far away from the man, a woman dressed in white stood by the lake, gritting her jade teeth, staring at the figure in front of her like water, like resentment, wanting to say goodbye.

Xin Wu felt that the picture in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Suddenly, suddenly, his whole body began to twitch uncontrollably, and his entire internal organs seemed to be hollowed out, and the pain was unbearable.

It was not as if the pain of a sword strike, but rather an infinite desire for something that could not be obtained.

Just as a traveler in the desert thirsts for water, an old man in a cold night craves fire, and a murderous pervert craves to kill.

If you get it, you will be comfortable, and if you can't get it, you will want to die.

"......Forehead" Xin Wu ** in pain, his left arm pressed tightly against his chest, his distorted expression kept changing, and he hallucinated when he saw his sister Ziyue smiling towards him, but suddenly disappeared at the moment when he was about to hold his palm.

Look blank!

The figure of Ghost Wu Ji was clearly extinguished, overlapping and overlapping, standing on the shore and reflected in the water, Xin Wu couldn't tell the truth from the fake, which one he looked at, and which one disappeared immediately.

Ants!

A pair of white wings grew out of Xueliya's back, and the golden sunlight shone down from behind her and fell on Xin Wu's face, the young man's expression was obsessed, and his expression changed from pain to quiet and peaceful.

"Xinwu, Xinwu. There was the sound of a broken soldier in his ears, and Xin Wu, who was shaken awake, was once again awakened by the sharp pain coming from his body, and the picture in front of him dissipated.

"I heard your **, I thought it was a delusion, but I didn't expect you to really wake up. ”

Broken Soldier muttered to himself, "This time I finally don't have to worry about that bastard at Monnyhong. ”

Xin Wu, who was foaming at the mouth, forcibly maintained his consciousness, his eyes trembled violently, and he looked at the broken soldier tremblingly.

"It's over, methamphetamine has a seizure. The soldier ruffled the hair hanging down from his forehead and quickly ran out.

"What...... Meth ......" Xin Wu even seemed to have a hard time speaking.

"You forgot the two pills I gave you when I was in the desert, they were addictive drugs.

You were in a state of mind at the time and wanted to continue fighting, and it was useless to eat anything, so you could only numb the pain with drugs. The broken soldier ran out of the door in the blink of an eye and disappeared from Xin Wu's sight.

But it's just a drug addiction!

Xin Wu clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and used his tenacious willpower to fight the onset of drug addiction.

A crimson rash appeared all over his body, Xin Wu's face was swollen to the color of pig liver, and no matter how desperately he breathed, the feeling of suffocation always lingered.

I don't know how long it took, the sweat of the struggle soaked the sheets, the messy blonde hair pressed against the wet pale cheeks, and his nails dug deep into the palms.

A fragrance came with a gentle lotus step, a few cherry blossoms followed behind the woman like a mischievous tornado, and the white robe was not stained with a trace of dust although it hung to the ground.

Broken Soldier followed behind him like an obedient child, and somehow, this woman had a calming power.

He gave birth to a sense of tranquility and loftiness in his heart, as if he was a fish, gently drowning in the long river of women.

"Wait for me outside. Ning Xiyu smiled softly and gently admonished the watchman.

The watchman nodded demonically and quietly came to the door.

Looking at Xin Wu, who was struggling to support him on the bed, Ning Xiyu's elegant and simple face sat down on the edge of the bed with a shallow smile.

She gently rolled up her white sleeves, and her tone was like a catkins in March: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Xin Wu was startled, opened his eyes smartly, and suddenly found that there was one more person in front of him.

This person is the woman he is a little inexplicably afraid of and doesn't want to come into contact with - Ning Xiyu.

She held her white hair in a hairpin, revealing a pebble-like forehead, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in front of her pale blue eyes.

There is no cheesy gold and silver jewelry on the body, and it is as natural as the fine snow in the valley and the water in the valley.

Xin Wu didn't respond, but turned his face sideways, not daring to look directly at Ning Xiyu's holiness, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He is a calculating, cunning hunter, but the woman is like a gentle and holy fairy who accepts the pain of the world.

He was very uncomfortable with such a person.

Ning Xiyu stood up, a small tripod flew out of the white robe, the inside of the tripod was full of fragrant herbs, angelica, white rong, begonia flowers, hibiscus grass, nine-petal snow lan, bamboo dew, and a few petals of cherry blossoms ignited the holy golden flame, fluttering and falling into the tripod.

From time to time, a reassuring fragrance entered his body with Xin Wu's breathing, and his irritable mood suddenly quieted down.

It's a strange feeling, like a heinous murderer who has been enlightened by a high-ranking monk, from a violent impulse to a serene and soft.

"Where is this?" Xin Wu, whose pain had eased, had mixed feelings in his heart, and somehow, this beautiful and calm place made him very uncomfortable.

"My room, you're seriously injured and need to recuperate. The sun shone on Ning Xiyu's body, and the petals flowed around her like butterflies.

She was bathed in the silhouette of the sun, and her pale blue eyes were as deep as the sea, hiding endless tenderness.

Time goes back, the sun and the moon shuttle, Xin Wu feels how helpless he is and how much he needs to be cared for.

At this moment, Xin Wu experienced a feeling that he had not felt for a long time: it was a long, long time ago, his mother Lan Yue held herself and sat under the banyan tree, buried her head in the sun, and gently sang for herself.

The corners of Xin Wu's eyes flushed, and he prayed softly, "Can you go out?"