Jiang Su playfully looked at the arm on the ground, feeling the momentary cheerful atmosphere of several people in the water mirror, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked an arc.

"The land-changing charm is set with my bones, and it still has this effect. Exchanging injuries for injuries is a bit of a stand-in puppet. ”

She raised her arm, her gaze resting on the section of her arm, which was cut off in an irregular manner, not cutting off her entire arm, but cutting it in the middle of her forearm.

At this time, only one large arm was left on her right arm, and half of the forearm was bent underneath.

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched, and her disgust overflowed.

"It's ugly, it doesn't fit the beauty of the anatomy at all, what it looks like!"

Jiang Su rarely criticizes her own injuries, and she has always enjoyed the pleasure of her soul brought by pain. Because this can prove that she is a real person, not the gadget woman in the book.

But this kind of broken arm looks really not good!

In the cross-section, white meat is wrapped in red meat, mixed with various tissues, and then sandwiched between the white ulna and radius.

The blood also flowed from the broken place like a faucet.

"Faucet ......," the girl whispered.

Chen Zeshen in the distance looked straight from the moment she broke her arm, he thought that one of the three people was going to be fed to his subordinates, but he didn't expect that the sudden appearance of one arm could turn the tide.

In the end, the three people who were besieged entered the dungeon easily without any serious injuries, but the person who was lazily waiting next to him had a broken arm.

"Changing the ...... of the land change" savor these three words.

He knows what it is, and he can use one thing as a medium to change positions with others, but how does this thing change injuries?!! He'd never heard of anything like it!

He listened to the girl's words "faucet" again, and he was even more puzzled.

He simply asked, "What is a faucet?" The head of a dragon in the water? ”

Jiang Su glanced up at him, bothered to pay attention to him, and then looked at the cross-section of his broken arm with a focused expression.

“？？？” It's too much, it's so floating, she really wants to strangle her with this attitude.

Jiang Su suddenly raised his arms above his head, letting the blood flow over his pale face.

The corners of his mouth are uncontrollable smiles, and the look in his eyebrows and eyes looks like a real person who has been hooked.

What can fascinate Jiang Su has never been a beauty, nor is it a gold and silver spirit stone, it is real.

It is the real pain and material loss and regain.

What's more, this is proof that he has protected the little senior sister, and it is the pain that he stole from the little senior sister.

"Warm, soothing."

Jiang Su turned his head and put a blood coagulation pill into his mouth, and the pill entered the esophagus and entered the abdomen with a few drops of red water.

"This is the original soup and the original food!" The girl was so excited that she almost fell out of her chair. She staggered to the corner of the table beside her, and swallowed another flesh pill while she was rarely awake.

Hands on the ground? Don't want it? Gotta get it!

Like herself, a medical fairy who has been trained since childhood, tastes herbs, has an excellent physique, and is not invaded by poisons, she is the only one in the world.

The blood of his fingertips can be alchemy, not to mention the severed limbs.

After Jiang Su waited for his hand to grow back, he wiped the blood splashing from the corner of his mouth with his novice hand.

The girl's original lip color was relatively light, but now it is a little redder, and her complexion looks more normal.

Jiang Su bent down to pick up the broken arm on the ground, pinched it and threw it into his storage bag. He sat back in his chair as if nothing had happened.

She said to herself in a trance, "Little Senior Sister has entered the underground palace, what is the underground palace like." ”

Hearing this, Chen Zeshen got up slowly, walked to Jiang Su's side unhurriedly, bent down and looked at her at eye level,

"Since you want to see what the underground palace looks like, why don't you go and explore it yourself."

His voice was hoarse and lingering, like a bewitching princess who had bewitched the king and not been in the early dynasty.

Jiang Su raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly, "You ......"

"...... me?" Chen Zeshen asked with a smile.

"I'm sick, and you're not in your right mind, are you? You are the one who brought me whole, and now you persuade me to go out, you are full of salt and salty. ”

Jiang Su scolded a series of crackles without pause, and Chen Zeshen's smile froze on his face again.

"Spoiled!" After that, Chen Zeshen threw down his sleeves, turned his head and sat back in place.

"Pss

Chen Zeshen slowly lowered his head, only to see a long needle piercing his throat, and his jaw was held against it at this time and could not bend down.

Something ...... It's yourself.

"Hmmm......"

Where did the long needle come from, of course, behind it......

His pupils constricted, and he slowly turned his head behind him.

I saw that Jiang Suzheng was looking at him with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were bent into the inverted crescent moon hanging high this night.

In the universe, the moon is cold.

"City Lord Chen, your neck is good." The girl commented seriously.

"How...... Is that possible? How do you do that...... It is clear that your cultivation is far inferior to mine. Chen Zeshen's face was full of disbelief, and he was about to clench his fist, but he couldn't use his strength.

This is impossible, he doesn't believe that the last time the two met for the first time, he himself could press Jiang Su to the ground and pinch him, and the other party had no power to fight back.

He blankly used his hand to catch the blood spurting from his neck, and the blood flowed from between his fingers.

What about his cultivation?!

"Because ......" The girl twisted a foot-long needle in her hand, rubbing it back and forth in the man's neck.

"Hahahahaha, why should I tell you, it's so funny, City Lord Chen, if you die, my little senior sister will be much easier to explore the underground palace hahahahaha"

She pulled out a long needle, and admired the blood faucet with satisfaction in the round hole in Chen Zeshen's neck.

Hehe, I'm a medical cultivator, how can I fight with others? Outwitt! It's going to be poisoned! Otherwise, what am I doing staying up late to make alchemy, I really want to be a wet nurse for hundreds of people?

What if the cultivation is higher than me, the soft tendons are scattered, the whole person is dull and weak, and the magic power and cultivation are not used for you.

Flesh and blood is the foundation of life, if you don't cultivate flesh and blood, you only cultivate qi, and you won't live long.

She took out another land-changing talisman from her sleeve, used it to wrap a spirit stone and throw it on the ground, pinching it with one hand.

In the next second, a man in red who was nine feet tall and looked like a monk appeared in the secret room.

Jiang Su gave Chen Zeshen a kick and directly kicked him to the ground.

Fang Zhe was puzzled, and looked at this person who was lying on the ground seriously, he didn't know this person, why was he lying on the ground like this.

"The ground is hard, uncomfortable ......," he muttered.

"What?" Jiang Su didn't hear clearly, squatted down and wiped the special three-inch long needle in his hand on Chen Zeshen's moon-white robe.

Fang Zhe also squatted beside Chen Zeshen and watched Jiang Su wipe the needle.

"You ......" Chen Zeshen felt his whole body gradually cold, the warm liquid overflowed from his neck, and his shoulders were also soaked.

The eyelids were fighting, he had no last words, dead sloppy.

What does it feel like to kill?

Jiang Su couldn't say it before, she hadn't killed it.

In my last life, I was a good boy.,In addition to endorsing, I eat, sleep, and play games all day long.,The traitor department has nothing to do with her.。

In the first fifteen years of this life, she was also a good baby in the sect, and the way of medical cultivation helped the world to save people, and she never even fought.

But now she knew.

It turns out that when a person really wants to kill someone, she will not have warm emotions such as excitement.

She will be as quiet as a pool of rotten water soaked in the carcasses of gulls and herons, and the stench and fishy smell will hide the nine twists and eighteen bends of the murderous intent.

I can't wait to manually turn off my adrenaline secretion.

When the time comes, she will turn into a hound and bite off the trachea of her prey with her sharp teeth.

Look at the trance in the eyes of the prey, and silently recite the physical signs of death.

Death is when time stands still in a person.

"He'll never have a follow-up, I'll take his place."