After leaving without desire, Jun Xi actually came to see her. His face was still cold, but his brows furrowed when he saw her, "Your injury is really scary." ”

Hey, Sang Wushi sighed secretly in his heart, why doesn't this let people rest and recuperate. Standing up again, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and quipped, "You didn't even hand me over to Fufeng?"

Jun Xi was not polite, sat down directly on the edge of her bed, and said lightly: "Xu is Weixi's matter hit them too hard, so they left directly, they didn't mention it, so we naturally didn't talk about it." ”

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and then heard him say, "Then you can still participate in the big fight in two days?"

Sang Wushi shook her head with amusement, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, "I don't have a place for me this time, besides, I still want to ......" Halfway through speaking, her face suddenly turned pale, there seemed to be pain between her frowning eyebrows, and her hands tightly covered her chest. Jun Xi frowned and looked at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Sang shook his head with difficulty, and after the pain subsided, he said a little weakly: "It's just that suddenly there is some pain in my chest." ”

Jun Xi was about to say something, the bead curtain sounded softly, and a curly girl in a plain dress walked over, holding a small white and clear bowl in her hand, but the expression on her soft and delicate face was faint. Yuan Qichen naturally also saw that Sang Wushi was in pain from time to time, she walked to the bedside with the medicine, Jun Xi didn't say anything when he saw this, just said a word and left first.

Yuan Qichen stood beside the bed and handed her the jade bowl, his voice calm, "You have to drink medicine every three days, otherwise although your spiritual power has recovered, you will still have to endure the pain of your flesh and skin." ”

Sang Wushi slowly let go of the hand covering his chest, his black hair slipped down his face, his expression was pale, although his face was a little pale, but after glancing at her, he directly ignored the bowl of medicine, endured the tingling pain in his chest, and lay down sideways, without looking at her again. She really couldn't believe this woman now, and she only saved her because she didn't want her to die too unhappily.

Yuan Qichen was not annoyed, the smoke cut pupils flickered slightly, he withdrew his hand and put the medicine on the table, while he sat quietly next to him, not saying a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed in this strange silence, and the plainly dressed woman at the table looked indifferent, gently supporting her head, but a pair of soft eyes looked at the bowl of black and slimy medicine on the table that was still steaming, and did not say a word. Suddenly, a slight muffled sound suddenly came from the bed, and in an instant, I saw a red shadow floating to the woman in front of the table in the blink of an eye, and the red demonic energy emitted from his hand suddenly pinched Yuan Qichen's neck and slowly lifted it up.

Sang Wushi's face was as white as snow, and even faintly visible that her face was covered with a thin layer of frost, her face seemed to be distorted by great pain, but her eyes had a cold color that was colder than her body, "Say! What did you put in this medicine! Don't think I really dare not kill you!"

Yuan Qichen, who was bound by the demonic qi, had turned red, and her hand was desperately covering her neck and struggling, but when she heard this, a soft smile appeared on her face, "Ahem...... ...... in your body There is a Gu worm...... I've got a lot on me, so you... It doesn't hurt to have one...... Ahem..."Her face had turned from red to purple.

Sang Wushi was already trembling with pain, the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and his voice was so deep that he couldn't hear the emotion, "How to solve your conditions?" ”

"A year later...... It will go away... You can rest assured...... However, as long as the medicine is gone, the worm will slowly eat away at your body...... You just have to drink the medicine obediently...... Ahem....." Her difficult words were interrupted by Sang Wushi's slamming to the ground, and after landing on the ground, there was a violent cough.

"What else?" Sang Wushi tried his best to restrain his cold and shivering limbs, and his eyes stared at the people on the ground.

Yuan Qichen raised her face, her misty eyes were shining, her smile was like a flower, she coughed lightly, and a white jade plate with red dots suddenly appeared in her tender hand, and said with a smile: "I will send the medicine once in three days, but you need ...... Get in the ring. ”

......

Yuan Qichen didn't lie to her, and sure enough, when she drank the bowl of medicine, the cold pain in her whole body instantly dissipated, and the numbing pain in her heart disappeared.

Sang lay lazily on the bed from time to time, gently closed his eyes, and his face was calm.

She knew that there would always be a battle between her and Yi Ze, whether she hated him or he couldn't keep her.

But she is not a fool, as she is now, she has no chance of winning against Shang Yize.

But she was not afraid in her heart, and even looked forward to it, expecting Yuan Qichen to pull her into the ring so calculatedly, so that she could face the most hypocritical person in the world, Yi Ze.

But she felt a little sad again, she didn't have anyone to trust now, Zimo had disappeared one after another since that night when she indifferently witnessed her dripping blood under the Wuji sword. She couldn't find him, and the oranges on the table were never touched.

Everything seems to be back to the beginning.

At first, she was alone.

......

There are a total of three games in the ancient gods, the rule is to draw pairs of cards to choose the opponent, the fight in the ring and devour, if one side does not admit defeat, the game is not over, life and death do not count.

What a cruel ring this is, but there are still countless swarms who are willing to trade life and death for fame in a fight, willing to stain gold with blood, and die to fight for fame.

Therefore, when the magnificent gold field platform, with winding and edgeless eaves and corners, like a strange snake dancing with its head high, mysterious and solemn slowly rising from the deep sea of the Dragon Palace into the clouds of the blue sea and the vast sky, there are countless people's cheers and shouts in the nine clouds. When the clouds were stained with blood, the deep sea changed color, and countless scenes of the victors being kings and the losers being destroyed, the battle of the Brahma Ancient God Ring was finally stained with the blood and boiling it deserved.

Step by step, when Sang Wushi stepped on the blood-soaked clouds and walked firmly towards the bloody and boiling golden platform, her red clothes were like poppy demon flowers blooming on the other side of the road, dazzling and demonic, better than the gurgling blood flowing into the deep sea on this platform. When the man in white across from her also slowly appeared, she saw everyone's shock. They were excited, they were boiling, they were sneering, they were laughing, they were disdainful of slander, they were sneering at her.

She smiled, and looked at the man opposite who was also looking at her, what kind of elegance was that, the robe was snow-white, spotless. Flying ink hair, fluttering and elegant. The eyes are like stars, and the appearance is picturesque, just like the white snow lotus in Kunlun Mountain, the light and the wind and the moon, noble and elegant. The eyes that came directly were like the coldest abyss in the world, cold and bone-chilling, and dull.

He is Yi Ze, the immortal monarch Yi Ze who disappeared into Brahma for ten thousand years, and when he re-sets foot on this world, the first step is to eradicate her in front of him, isn't it?