Back Off, Let Me Come

"You just ran away, you coward!"

Gongxi's hatred could not allow him to punch the ground with his fist.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Gu insects at the wound started rioting in a small area and gnawed at his flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that Gong Xiqiu's eyes went straight. His stiff mouth softened instantly and he begged for mercy in a low voice: "Brother, brother, it hurts - -I was wrong, I take it back."

Jimo Qiu's cold face turned warm and he said: "There's no point in begging me. If you are emotionally unstable, the Gu insect will be frightened."

These Gu insects are timid and easily frightened.

Gong Xiqiu could only calm down his restless mood with a grimace.

Jimo Qiu picked up the half-dead red and black Gu worms near the wound and threw them into the bonfire to be burned as firewood: "The purpose of fighting is to win the battle, not to fight fiercely. What's the use of you and that herb gatherer telling the winner? It's Can it affect the final outcome?”

Gong Xiqiu sat shirtless by the campfire, grinning in pain, and the muscles under his delicate skin twitched uncontrollably.

He took several deep breaths to suppress the severe pain, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of water. If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would probably laugh at Gongxi for being a xenophobic and strong-willed person - the more powerful and courageous a warrior is, the more patient he is.

Not to mention a few black wounds with deep bones visible, even missing arms and legs, and intestines flowing out of the stomach and hanging on the armor will not affect their ability to continue fighting. As long as you still have breath, you can't bite your teeth to show weakness and make others laugh.

As a top combat force, how could Gong Xiqiu be so cowardly?

You really can't blame him for his lack of patience.

Firstly, the poisonous bug used by the eldest brother this time is more powerful than tiger and wolf medicine. If he wants to achieve an almost resurrecting effect comparable to a panacea in a short period of time, he must sacrifice some aspects. Anyway, Gongxi Qiu will not die from the pain; secondly, , the martial arts attribute of this medicine collector may be good against others, but against Gong Xiqiu, his moves have a critical hit effect. Gong Xiqiu was angry and unwilling.

He muttered: "No wonder this old man has no heirs in his life."

No matter what attribute the martial spirit of other brave warriors is, whether it is gentle, violent or aggressive, they are all full of life.

The medicine collector is different. His martial energy attribute is fire, but he is full of death energy. Gong Xiqiu himself was a person who died once, and his soul was contaminated with the breath of death. Even if Jimo Can prayed to the gods to exchange his life for another life so that he could return to the world, this experience also left a vague "shadow" for Gong Xiqiu. Door". To a certain extent, the medicine collector can also be called the enemy of heaven and the enemy of the west.

It's okay if you just exercise restraint and be more cautious. It's not that you can't fight Gongxi Qiu. However, the aura of death in Cai Yao Lang's Wu Qi was covered by a wave of Zhongzhengping and vitality, making it extremely difficult to detect at first glance. Gong Xiqiu was also injured, his wounds were seriously eroded by the death energy, and several of his heart veins were almost lost. Only then did he realize the difficulty!

No wonder the pattern of hundreds of ghosts on the Mo Dao was so vivid. At first, I thought it was a cool decoration, but it wasn't until I was entangled by the death energy that I realized that it was really dealing with "ghosts".

Mo Dao is already tyrannical, coupled with his difficult martial spirit...

Gong Xiqiu lowered his head and saw the intestines in his stomach through the wounds that had not yet completely healed. He gasped again: "With such a domineering and sinister martial spirit, it is strange that his seeds can survive..."

Dying Gu insects kept crawling out of the wound.

They were so full of death air that the originally snow-white body of the insect was now as black as ink jade. The whole insect looked drunk, and it lost strength after crawling outside the wound. The deputy general stared at him for a moment, wanting to help pick out the bugs, but he didn't have the courage.

The high priest just said that this Gu insect cannot be touched randomly.

Their mouthparts are stained with venom that can sharpen human perception ten times. If they bite you casually, even a small cut on your finger, it can cause pain comparable to being disemboweled. The lieutenant general could only watch with a twisted expression, occasionally wiping the sweat from the bulging veins on Gong Xiqiu's forehead. As more and more Gu insects were thrown into the bonfire, the most terrifying wounds on Gong Xiqiu's body were almost healed, leaving only a few light pink scars.

The deputy general called it miraculous.

This healing speed puts even the Xinglin doctors to shame.

The lieutenant couldn't help but remember that not long ago, a hole suddenly opened in the sky, spitting out a battle-damaged dragon covered in blood and mottled dragon scales. He once thought that the other party would not survive. After all, the wound was too deep. The upper and lower body parts were hanging on the remaining one-third of the flesh, and the broken internal organs were mixed with dirty blood flowing out.

The deputy general thought he was exposed, so he held a knife to guard against this strange demonic dragon. After a while, a familiar figure fell on Yaolong's head, and he recognized this person's identity at a glance.

The other party's appearance is very similar to his own general.

He's the general's brother!

The deputy general hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

The high priest didn't know what kind of hard battle he had gone through, and his whole body was covered in blood. The smell of blood was so strong that even the deputy general couldn't help but hold his breath. The former fumbled to pick up the wooden staff from the ground that never left his body, and forcibly released the demonic dragon mimicry. As the dark green light shrank, only the general's chest rising and falling weakly was left on the ground. The usually majestic military armor was already in disrepair. The general sat weakly, frowning as he picked up the intestines and stuffed them back into his stomach. He used his martial energy to forcefully stop the bleeding, but it had little effect.

The bleeding cannot be stopped.

At this rate of bleeding, the general would have no chance of dying from the ulcerated wounds and high fever, and he would be turned into a mummy in a short time.

At critical moments, the high priest is still reliable.

He took out handfuls of Gu worms from somewhere, opened the general's wound with his left hand, and stuffed the Gu worms inside with his right hand. Perhaps the inner space was too small and some Gu insects were squeezed out. He stretched out his fingers expressionlessly to poke the Gu insects back. The lieutenant's intestines ached at the sight. Are you sure this won't make the general move faster?

It turns out that the art of witchcraft is also very powerful.

After a treatment, the general recovered almost completely except for his pale face, and his chest became strong and powerful.

Jimo Qiu took out another handful of poisonous insects: "Blood tonic."

These poisonous insects don't move, and look like fried silkworm pupae.

Gong Xichou threw them into his mouth without thinking, and the deputy general could clearly hear the crisp sound. Judging from the general's expression, this handful of silkworm pupae... no, poisonous insects, seems to taste good? Just thinking about it, the deputy general heard the general say: "Like broad beans."

The deputy general: "..."

He tried to ignore the other party's words and lead the topic to the right path.

Because they got lost, their journey was delayed for too long. Taking the empty road can solve this problem, but the problem is that not every warrior can take the empty road. Only when the strength reaches a certain level can they stay in the air for a short time, and most of the warriors can only jump on the spot at most. As a last resort, the general can only set off alone to the capital of Youguo. Others can only drag their feet.

Unexpectedly, the general was seriously injured after only half an hour of absence.

Could it be that he encountered an ambush by the main force of the enemy?

Gong Xichou said: "No, I met a nemesis."

Every failure makes you wiser.

He underestimated the lethality of the herbalist's desperate fight! He suffered a big loss this time, and next time he will not accidentally help the enemy increase his strength. As long as the herbalist continues to be entangled by the inner demon, even if he is good at using the Mo Dao, Gong Xichou is sure to be able to take him down.

Seeing Gong Xichou's sour face, the deputy general did not dare to ask any more questions.

Unexpectedly, the general took the initiative to bring up another topic, and it was a question that was a million miles away from the war. Gong Xichou turned his head to look in the direction of the high priest, embarrassed and embarrassed, and seemed to be unable to speak: "Brother, can I not have children?"

Deputy General: "......???"

He looked suddenly in the direction of the cave entrance.

He dared not think whether the dozens of soldiers hiding in the forest heard it, so he raised his hand and waved his martial energy to seal the cave entrance, fearing that something that should not be spread out would be spread out. At the same time, he could not help but glance at the general's waist and abdomen, worried that the fight might hurt his foundation.

Later, he realized that it might be another matter.

Jimo Qiu was also caught off guard by his brother.

A similar face was full of dullness: "What?"

Gong Xichou told the pain of the herbalist's life, and then complained: "... That old guy also said that I am the same as him."

Jimo Qiu was silent for a long time.

It's not that he cares about his brother's fragile heart, but that he has no concept of having children in his mind, and naturally he will not deliberately pay attention to the question of whether the seeds are dead or alive, anyway, he can't use them.

When Gong Xichou mentioned it, he remembered that the problem he didn't care about might not be the same for other people in the secular world. After a long time, he nodded to Gong Xichou and said: "You two are indeed the same."

But -

Jimo Qiu said again: "If you want, you can have your own children."

This is not a big problem.

Gong Xichou: "Big brother is right."

The deputy general said weakly: "This, isn't it a bit bad?"

He thought it was just nonsense to deceive the herbalist, but he didn't expect that the magical reality of male childbirth could be achieved with the help of poisonous insects. When he thought of the general's big belly, his brain was stuck.

Jimo Qiu: "Fertility is a microcosm of the Creator's creation of the world... But A Nian is my blood brother after all. If he is obsessed with continuing his bloodline, as his elder brother, I must pray to the gods to make him do what he wants even if I have to violate the clan rules."

The deputy general hesitated: "...Does the Lord know?"

Jimo Qiu looked at him puzzledly: "What do you mean?"

Why must His Highness know about this?

The deputy general came over and whispered: "Look, if men can also give birth, look at the women's bodies, then look at the men's bodies, look at the physical strength between men and women... What do you see? Men, especially male warriors, are more suitable for giving birth. After so many years of war, how many people are there in the Northwest? Wouldn't the civil and military officials in the court have a headache? How many tricks have these masters come up with in order to let the women in the folk give birth to more children in peace?"

Jimo Qiu: "...What do you want to say?"

The deputy general had a lingering fear on his face, and his eyes were resentful: "You and the general must keep this secret. If the civil and military officials in the court knew about this, they would write a book to do something, such as how many children a warrior can get to practice how many resources."

In the eyes of civil and military ministers, all living things are cattle and horses.

If the shortage of people is too severe, it is hard to guarantee that they will not use the crooked idea of ​​increasing the population to male warriors, or even ordinary men. By then, Jimo Qiu's hands will be burning from rubbing the poisonous insects, and it is estimated that they can't supply them. That scene is too terrifying.

Jimo Qiu: "...Excuse me, you who can subconsciously think in this direction...are not ordinary people..."

This way of thinking is really a bit crazy.

The deputy general looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.

"I just thought about it, and I don't mean anything else."

"What if--"

The deputy general put away his smile instantly and said seriously: "If there is such a day, I am willing to give my wife a few big fat daughters. Everything is for the sake of Kangguo. Every man has a responsibility!"

Jimo Qiu: "..."

Although it is outrageous, he seems to understand a little.

If you have really seen the troubled times, you will not be willing to hope to fall at dawn.

Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty.

Youguo won a great victory in a battle. The head of the king of Youguo was broken into pieces and could not be found. Qi Cang ordered people to pack the remaining headless body and send a coffin to the king of Qiguo. At the same time, there was also the news that Gongxi Chou appeared in the capital of Youguo and escaped with serious injuries.

The leader of Qi State also knew what Gong Xiqiu was.

The hanging heart was finally relieved.

He was overjoyed and gave out rewards like running water. Especially the great hero who seriously injured Gong Xiqiu was rewarded severely.

Xiangche Beauty gave a bunch of them.

The herb collector turned a deaf ear to this and gave everything to others.

"Watch and keep it yourself."

This "other person" is Cui Zhisong's young man, who is also the medicine collector's only bloodline in the world. When Cui Zhi led people to the door, the herbal collector thought that the two of them had something to hide, so he came to him, a master of male medicine, for treatment. Who would have thought that as soon as he opened his mouth, the herbal collector would have an extra bloodline for no reason: [Are you making me happy? 】

He is obsessed to the core and seeks a bloodline all his life.

But that doesn't mean he's just a random person.

When he was young, he had many wives and concubines around him. Each of them was in good health and had a rosy complexion, but none of them was pregnant. Later, he remarried someone else, and they basically stayed with each other for three years. How can he not know whether he has any heirs?

To make him happy, do you think the nine clans have too long lives?

Cui Zhi took his time and presented the irrefutable evidence.

A courageous warrior has a very strong sense of energy and blood. The stronger the state, the more accurate the sense. This ability also has an evil use, it can be used to identify blood. I don’t dare to say that it’s 100% accurate, but when my strength reaches the level of a herb collector, I’m pretty sure.

The medicine collector was silent.

The herb collector scratched his head.

The herb collector couldn't remember when he had the child and who the child's mother was, but he kept it secret for several generations. Although there is only one single seedling left, it is ironclad proof that he has been a father. The young man remembered Cui Zhi's teachings and recounted the past events. It took the herb collector a long time to remember the girl in washcloths by the stream, but he couldn't remember her appearance.

[What do you need me to do for you? 】

The herb collector is a human being. He knows that he has no plans. How could a stranger run around looking for this treasure for him?

Cui Zhidao: [Cui is working for the master. 】

The implication is that the herb collector must report his kindness to his master.

The medicine collector curled his lips inwardly.

I know that getting involved with Wang Ting will never end.

However, kindness is kindness, and he is a person who can distinguish between grudges and grudges.

Only then did he fight for Qi State, and King You went up to the sky to stop Gong Xi Qiu. He received a generous reward for the victory in the first battle, and he had no worries in his heart. Rewards from superiors are not easy to get, and they often have to pay for it with their lives. Leave it to the younger generation.

only--

The herb collector was wiping the precious Mo Dao in the tent, looking in all directions and listening in all directions, and clearly heard the younger generation talking to the generals with whom he was close after going out. The younger generation was very cheerful. With a few words, he sent twenty beauties like flowers and jade out to reward the soldiers.

The general was flattered and declined, but the young man's enthusiasm convinced him to accept.

The medicine collector's movement of wiping the blade of the knife stopped for a moment.

He mocked: "The way of the world is still the way of the world."

A person can be any beast, but not a human being.

Shaking his head, he suddenly felt bored.

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I feel like my memory is getting worse and worse. A few days ago, a friend mailed me snacks. I clearly remembered to take the express box home, but I couldn't find it. I searched in the car, I searched at home, every corner was turned over... I haven't even taken a bite of that snack, and I didn't dare to tell my friends.