Chapter 52: Rejuvenation of the Wonderful Hand

In Zhuge Wan'er's affectionate eyes, Zhao Haochen put him firmly on a comfortable big bed, and now he has no leisure to observe the layout and style here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two huge stoves were blazing, and the scorching flames gushed out, like huge tongues of fire spitting fiery red letters, and the doors and windows were open, but the unscrupulous cold air in the room was like a ghost seeing the noon sun, and all disappeared.

The beautiful screen carved with dragons and phoenixes was blocked in front of Zhuge Wan'er's bed, reflecting the lifelike phoenix figure, her pale and haggard face had a hint of ruddy, Zhao Haochen and the anxious Ling Tian were standing outside the screen, and at the same time, people from the Zhuge family were coming in and out.

Ling Tian's face was anxious, the cold long knife in his hand flashed with a cold sword under the cover of the moonlight, the cold cold air was about to press, and the people of the Zhuge family who came in were all nervous, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

"Okay, are you?" Ling Tian's dull rebuke sounded in the cold and silent air, and his voice was full of anxiety and irritability.

The slow blood contained in the huge porcelain bowl had already consumed most of it, Zhao Haochen sighed helplessly, shook his head, his eyes were full of heavy sadness, raised his head, looked out of the door, and waited for the arrival of the next person.

However, it was the echo of the shrunken voice, and no one looked down at the clotted blood in the bowl, and his tears of sorrow burned his eyes, dripping down his pained countenance, and whimpered quietly.

At the moment when the knife slashed at his wrist, his heart was trembling, his handsome cheeks were also trembling slightly, his sharp eyes became gentle and affectionate, he turned his head and looked at Zhuge Wan'er who was lying on the bed and dying, and the only glimmer of hope in his desperate eyes was also shattered in the congealed blood clots.

"I'll kill you!" Ling Tian's tears rolled out of his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of hatred, he stared at Zhao Haochen who was in deep sadness, and the cold light surrounded his neck.

"No way!!" Zhao Haochen was stunned, looked at Zhuge Wan'er stupidly, ignored the cold edge, walked to the bed, holding this withering face, his face was the silence of the dead ash class, the despair in his pupils, as if all his vitality had been taken away, his sadness soaked the whole room, and the vast sadness filled the whole room, and when he walked into it, he would cry unnaturally and be immersed in this sadness.

Between the vast falling flowers, an earth-shattering light attacked Zhao Haochen, the huge anger seemed to tear apart this heavy sadness, the sword was coming, and the cold breath on the sword was steaming and excited, ready to shoot at any time, but this huge sadness shrouded the figure of the sword, as if he was in a maze and couldn't find a way out.

Zhao Haochen hugged Zhuge Wan'er like this, his eyes were closed, the knife was close in front of him, and the cold figure was ruthlessly killing him, Zhao Haochen was stunned, as if he saw a life-saving straw.

The long knife that rushed over, he didn't put it in his eyes at all, holding Zhuge Wan'er's front body slightly backwards, narrowly avoiding the blade, his right hand was like a swimming snake, slipped Ling Tian's wrist, and with a loud sound, he suddenly used force, knocked off the long knife in his hand, and pulled him over, "snort", the hot blood flowed out, and it was sprinkled on the fresh blood spit out by Zhuge Wan'er, and his eyes were staring straight at it.

The tyrannical wind and snow outside the door washed away the filth of the world, and every household was silent, only the small pavilion of the Zhuge family was brightly lit, and the fist-sized wind and snow were under the scorching heat, no matter what, the snowflakes could not fall in. However, the heavy sadness and cold sword have not yet dissipated.

"Bang--" Zhao Haochen's chest shook suddenly, and he snorted, a mouthful of hot blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Ling Tian quickly retreated.

Zhao Haochen's eyes were always staring at Zhuge Wan'er's mouthful of blood, he was unaware of the blow just now, the expression on his face was not despair, not grief, not anger, not joy.

It's a hopeless expectation.

The feeling of tiredness pounded his nerves, and his eyes beckoned up and down, and he suddenly drew the long sword at his waist and held it in his hand.

Ling Tian was like a great enemy, he grabbed the blade of the martial artist beside him casually, his pale face still had a trace of palpitations, just now that moment was too fast, he took away his blade in a flash, and set off a bloody storm in the bloody hell, the red-clothed messengers were helpless, Ling Tian put him on the number one horror list.

As everyone knows, after becoming one with the sword body, the two souls jointly control a body, and some tricks do not need to be reflected at all, so they naturally do what they want at the critical moment, which makes his nature also change dramatically.

From the one who had just crossed over to the guillotine, the Sword Emperor appeared strongly, the Sword Emperor cared about all living beings, the big defeat and loss, the desperate protection of everyone, and then to the Heavenly Poison Sect, the Purple Jade Building, and the bloody hell, his heart has unintentionally gotten rid of the behavior of the dick and started the journey of the swordsman.

"Whew!"

In the amazed gaze of everyone, Zhao Haochen stabbed the blade of the sword to his right leg, and the hot blood instantly soaked his entire thigh, spreading to the surroundings, and a heavy bloody breath filled everyone's nostrils, Zhao Haochen gritted his teeth, his eyes opened a little wider, looking at the blood, his face was filled with an unbelievable smile.

"Saved, saved!" The sound of joy was like a ghostly wail in the silent cold night, and an eerie feeling enveloped everyone.

Ling Tian's sad face with fear suddenly froze, "What are you talking about? really?" Without waiting for an answer, he stepped over to Zhao Haochen's side, his eager eyes filled with surprise.

Zhao Haochen nodded solemnly.

"Okay, what should I do, you said, as long as I can cure my sister, I will promise you everything!" Zhuge Ling Tian gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, and said coldly.

"Young Master!" In the tyrannical wind and snow, the old man with a white beard trembled, his face was full of heavy worry, and slowly walked in.

"It's okay, let's go, as long as we can cure my sister, then we still have a chance!" Looking at the sky, hot tears soaked his clothes.

Under Ling Tian's expectation and sharp sword, after a night of hard work, Zhuge Wan'er's breath became slow and long, on the contrary, Zhuge Ling Tian's face was a little pale and weak, but it was full of smiles.

Zhao Haochen's eyes were hazy, and he fell to the ground, looking vaguely like two red-clothed messengers, carrying himself away......