In the mountain, Bing Zhiyi leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, this sitting touched the wounds on his body, and the pain made the corners of his eyes tremble.

The body was already red, and the white bandages were soaked out of red spots by blood, and he rolled up the bandages on his thighs and waist with a heart, and the wounds that were two centimeters deep were exposed: "It's okay...... Fortunately, these two injuries are not poisonous. He tore the cloth strap from his left shoulder, and under the strap was an icy wound, and his left shoulder was almost completely black, melting into dry ice, and black water was bubbling inside. He took out the white tooth knife, cut a cross on his shoulder, and squeezed it with his hand, and all that flowed out was black water.

Bing Zhixiao kept panting, cold sweat hurt under Bai Sè's hair, and he repeatedly thought about the magic language of detoxification in his consciousness, he was not good at poison magic, but he used the magic of detoxification well, and it was also thanks to the master who threw him into the jungle for many years to survive alone, so he had the current detoxification ability.

There was more than one poisonous injury, in addition to the shoulder injury, there were also two dart wounds on the back, fortunately, the poison on the dart was not fatal, but it made him feel paralyzed, just like squatting in one place for a long time. The feeling had spread from his back to his body, but he could still suppress it. He pulled out the prism dart and took out two bottles of yào from the space, he regretted a little that weishenme didn't bring more yào, most of the yào was lost on the airship, these two bottles were just ordinary hemostatic yào. But fortunately, he has always carried the coa snake fish yào pill with him, and he has to eat this yào every day, but there are not many of them.

New wounds and cracked wounds were sprinkled to stop bleeding, but yào was a little insufficient, and he could only take care of the more serious areas first. After applying yào powder and casting a few healing spells, he originally wanted to draw a 'Grace of Water' magic array, but had to give up considering the poison on his shoulder. He knew that this poison was a very powerful toxin, and if he rashly used healing magic to treat it, the effect of the magic was likely to react with the toxin inside, causing it to fester, so he didn't dare to use the antidote magic of the water system, and he could only treat this poison with the poison magic.

He checked it, and the injuries on his body were mostly treated, but the two sword wounds on his waist and legs were deep and long, and they were still bleeding. At this time, if there were needles and threads, he could still stitch up the wound, but now, he could only pick up the bandage in the ground and tie the wound tightly.

After this pass, Bing Zhixi's whole body was covered with sweat, his face was a little weak, and his lips were terrifyingly pale. This is a manifestation of excessive blood loss, the blood lost a few days ago has not been replenished, and now there is so much blood, not to mention teenagers, adults can't stand it. He gathered the water elemental and took a big sip, drinking more water would be better, but it didn't take long for him to curl up, his lips shaking. Slowly, he felt like he was going to fall asleep, and with the poisonous tingling sensation on his body, he quickly fell asleep, but before he could go to sleep, he called Zafino......

In the middle of the night, Bing Zhiyi suddenly woke up, woke up painfully, there were insects crawling on his wounds, he quickly stood up, and as soon as his magic moved, a layer of ice immediately formed on the surface of his body. When the ice shattered, the worm froze to death on the ground, but in this way, the ice absorbed a lot of heat from his body, making him even colder. He hurriedly picked up some branches outside the dòng and lit a fire in the dòng, because of the protection of the emperor, no beasts or demonic beasts dared to attack him.

Removing the strap on his shoulder, the wound is still the same, but he has not died after sleeping, indicating that the expansion of the toxin has stopped and is slowly improving. The numbness of his body also disappeared, and the ice and evil were roasted on fire, and streams of heat blew on his body, but he still felt cold, it was cold from his body. He thought about the day, and those short seconds were literally hovering in front of death, and those people were obviously professional killers, perhaps hired by the Killer Guild, or maybe people from the Twin Palaces. The strength of those people was around the high level, which he basically disdained in normal times, but in that case, it did almost kill him several times. If those killers had been any stronger, he would have died in the room with one or two true knights or something.

This is a bit strange, Bing Zhiyi thought to himself, how could he send such a low-level killer with the attitude of the Twin Palace, even if he was seriously injured, he might not be able to deal with these killers. But then after thinking about it, he understood that in this kind of mountain and wild city, people with sixth-order strength were not so easy to find, and he might not have found more Haode killers, so he could only let those people come. But he weishenme himself did not come?,

Maybe something, maybe he was seriously injured, this doesn't need to be understood.

But when he thought about it, he was a little worried again. The Wizard is different from the other three people of the same rank, the Seal Knight is not afraid of being hurt, the Lord of War is difficult to be hurt, and the Elemental Demon is rarely damaged, and only the Wizard cannot be harmed. The Wizard is the most afraid of being hurt in the four lines, although it has abilities that are not inferior to the other three lines under normal circumstances, but once it is physically traumatized, its strength will be greatly reduced. He doesn't have an elemental body, he doesn't have the ability to recover quickly, and he doesn't have an unbreakable body, and in the confrontation of professions, the magician is the least able to be injured.

There were some voices nearby, and Zafino looked down at Dòngnei, meaning to alert him that someone was coming.

There was no need to be reminded, Bing Zhixie also noticed it, and he walked outside the dòng heartily, and saw a group of people walking around in the woods through the moon.

"Is this here?" said in a very xiǎo voice.

"It's here. ”

The nose of the wolf is very smart, especially the wind and bone wolf, which obviously smells blood.

There was murderous intent in Bingzhi's evil cold eyes: "They still dare to chase after them, Zafino, kill them." Later, he chased after him: "Leave their corpses." ”

Zafino spread his wings and flew over, sweeping directly over the trees on the ground.

The men were horrified when they saw a dragon suddenly flying, and it seemed that they had not received any information that the target of the assassination was a dragon. They were so frightened that they fled in all directions, but how could they escape the shadow of the emperor dragon, with one move of the dragon emperor's domineering, they were all frozen, and with a flap of their wings, they were all broken into pieces.

Bing Zhixiao ran out, and when he saw the bloody corpses on the ground and the dripping on the ground, he didn't care about the disgust, and found a healing bag on their broken corpses. Most mercenaries and those who engage in adventurous professions will bring these things, and these killers will not carry much, but they will also bring a little.

With yào, Bing Zhixie is much more at ease, in addition to anesthetizing yào products, he also unexpectedly found a pack of urgent xìng hematopoietic yào pulp. Eating this thing will cause great harm to people's bodies, but it can't be controlled so much at this time. There was no blood, he felt that he could die at any time, he was now so anemic and poor, just like this, he was sweating all over his body, and he was panting