Chapter 17: Seriously injured and waiting to be saved
Ten years ago, she was holding a sharp blade like this, stabbing the sharp blade into the heart of the enemy, at that moment the sound of the flesh being broken she will never forget, ten years, this voice sounded in her dreams countless times, so that she woke up from the dark night countless times, even if it was for the blood feud of her parents, even if she would never regret what she had done.
With the sound of broken shoulder bones, her wrist turned hard, and the sharp pain in her right shoulder came into her mind, she was still in the arms of the village chief, and the broken shoulder was still under the fingers of the village chief, the sharp pain silently reminded her, sobering her mind, her right hand had fallen from the dagger, and her left hand trembled, but she was unable to touch the other dagger behind her.
"Poof!" Behind her, Luo Fan's body fell to the ground, another cold finger grabbed her throat, and she was forced to push away from the village chief's body and forced to raise her head.
The four eyes were facing each other, as if sparks collided in the dark night, and the severe pain made Jian Ruochen's body almost lose all its strength, and her breathing was also suppressed, she opened her mouth, and her lips moved slightly.
The body was suddenly pushed away and fell to the ground, the air flowed back into the lungs, Jian Ruochen knelt on the ground with his left arm propped up, coughed in a low voice, and tried to raise his head, seeing that the village chief took a step back, and was hurriedly sending something into his mouth.
"You're dead!Ahem, your dantian is ruined, even if you don't die, you're a waster!" Jian Ruochen's cold voice echoed in the room, gritting his teeth, "As soon as the morning dawns, Fairy Jiang will find out, see, this dagger was given to us by the fairy, just to kill you." ”
"Slut!" the village chief cursed and stepped forward, "I'll kill you first!"
Jian Ruochen knelt on the ground and moved backwards, the village chief had already leaned down, and a hand reached for her throat again.
"You're also dead!" Jian Ruochen suddenly straightened his waist, and his left hand suddenly grabbed the right hand stretched out by the village chief, and fell down, Luo Fan behind him suddenly burst out, and a shining dagger fell into the village chief's heart.
Who would have thought that Jian Ruochen, who was seriously injured, would suddenly make a move and pull the village chief's body down? Who would have thought that Luo Fan, who fell to the ground, would burst out at this time and still have a dagger in his hand? The village chief's eyes widened instantly, if his dantian hadn't been stabbed with the dagger, if the dagger hadn't been violently stirred in the dantian, if he could still condense even a little spiritual power......
His body fell heavily, and fell heavily on the sharp edge of the dagger, which sank straight into the handle, and pushed against his fallen body.
Luo Fan half-knelt on the ground, holding the dagger in one hand, slimy blood gushed out along the blade, and the breath was a heavy smell of blood, his hand twisted hard, the body in his hand twitched, and the blood gushed out again, and the whole arm was bloody.
Stretching out his hand and pushing, the body on the dagger was overturned and fell to the ground, the dagger was also withdrawn from the body, the body had not completely fallen to the ground, and the sharp blade flashed and pulled across the neck of the village chief.
Half of his neck was almost severed, his body fell heavily to the ground, and the room suddenly fell silent, except for two heavy gasps.
Luo Fan gasped for a while, his neck ached hotly, he moved slightly, and there was no other injury in his body, seeing that Jian Ruochen was also lying on the ground, he said worriedly: "Miss Jane, are you okay?" ”
Jian Ruochen gasped and said, "My shoulder is broken." It was about the words involved, followed by a low gasp.
Luo Fan's heart was excited, he hurriedly stood up, he didn't dare to touch Jian Ruochen's body in the dark, he first went to the table and put down the dagger and touched the flint, lit the oil lamp, the dim light dispelled the darkness in the room, he turned around, and couldn't help but gasp, Jian Ruochen knelt on the ground, and his entire right arm was stained red with blood.
Hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported Jian Ruochen's left arm, the weight of Jian Ruochen's body was almost leaning on Luo Fan's body, being half-pulled and half-hugged and dragged against the head of the bed, and then Luo Fan reflexively went to the corpse of the village chief, first touched around his waist, and then felt a yellow bag in his arms, but no matter how he pulled, this bag could not be opened.
"You stand up for a while, I'll go out and call someone. Luo Fan turned around and saw that Jian Ruochen's face was pale, he didn't dare to delay, he threw down his bag, opened the door and ran out, but although the door was open, the door was blocked by a layer of invisible things, and he could clearly see the courtyard outside, even the moonlight was clearly visible, but there was a solid barrier at the tentacles.
This is the ban, even if the village chief dies, the ban will not disappear, unless the spiritual power to maintain the ban is insufficient to dissipate by itself, or it is violently broken, Luo Fan turned around and picked up a chair and smashed it on the ban, the ban suddenly flashed, and the power that smashed on the ban rebounded to his body, he kicked back a few steps and fell on the table, overturned the table and fell to the ground.
Luo Fan immediately jumped up, held the chair and rushed to the door, but just as he was about to smash the chair down, there was suddenly one more person at the door, and through the open door, Sister Jiang was standing on the steps outside the door.
His arm had already lifted the chair, and he couldn't close the momentum, and he smashed it towards the invisible prohibition and towards Jiang Nuxiu, Jiang Nuxiu frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, Luo Fan suddenly felt that all the strength of his body had been removed, his arm was weak, and the chair fell to the ground with a "bang".
"Fairy, help!" Luo Fan shouted with his mouth open.
Jiang Nuxiu glanced at him coldly, as if a basin of ice water had been splashed on Luo Fan's head, Luo Fan was silent, and immediately closed his mouth.
Jiang Nuxiu walked into the door and directly entered Jian Ruochen's room, her eyes fell on the village chief's corpse first, her brows frowned slightly, and she raised her eyes to see Jian Ruochen leaning on the head of the bed, half of her body was covered in blood, and her face was pale.
"Did you two kill the village chief?" Jiang Nuxiu's voice didn't have any emotion, he couldn't hear any thoughts, Luo Fan looked at Jian Ruochen behind Jiang Nuxiu, and Jian Ruochen was also looking up.
"It was the village chief who came in in the middle of the night with bad intentions. Jian Ruochen held on, the sharp pain and blood loss made her eyes black for a while, and Jiang Nuxiu's voice was also far and near, after saying this, she no longer had the strength.
"Yes, yes," Luo Fan also hurriedly said, "Ah, he, he said that he is a monk, where can we two mortals kill him, if it is not for the immortal weapon given by the fairy, we ...... We ......"
The arrival of Sister Jiang was an accident, no matter how thick-skinned Luo Fan was, he couldn't make up this kind of nonsense with his eyes in his eyes, seeing Jian Ruochen's face becoming more and more ugly, he couldn't help but continue: "Ask the fairy to save Miss Jian's life, the grace of saving her life is unforgettable." ”