I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

Meng Luoxi's expression changed drastically, and her whole body suddenly trembled violently.

"Wow!"

A stream of blood spurted out from her mouth, followed by the upper body, lower body, and finally the skin of the whole body began to crack. Countless small wounds burst open, and blood burst out of her body like a flood from a dam. .

"what happened!?"

Wu Fan was frightened by the scene in front of him, but he reacted quickly. He immediately took out a top-quality spiritual stone, crushed it, and then sprinkled the spiritual stone powder on Meng Luoxi's body.

"Cough cough cough..."

Meng Luoxi coughed violently, and the rich spiritual power of the best spiritual stone temporarily slowed Meng Luoxi's bleeding.

But this is just a temporary delay. If the root problem is not solved, the moment the spirit stones run out will be the moment Meng Luoxi dies.

"how so?"

When Wu Fan examined Meng Luoxi's whole body just now, he found that her vital signs were all normal, her organs and tissues were relatively healthy, and there was no problem at all.

"what to do?"

Wu Fan is not a medical practitioner, and his quantum reconstruction cannot be used on others except to restore himself. In other words, he can only watch Meng Luoxi approaching the edge of death, except for crushing the best spiritual stones to replenish the opponent. There is nothing you can do except life.

"Spiritual weapon..."

"It's a problem with the spiritual weapon..."

Just when Wu Fan was at a loss, Meng Luoxi said in a weak voice that because of the spirit stone, she could still hold on for a while.

"Qianyu Ling wanted to get the whereabouts of the third phase of the [Monster Awakening Plan] data from me, but she didn't want me to have a chance to escape, so she dug out my spiritual weapon."

"Originally, the survival rate of living donor transplantation is less than one thousandth. I can only survive because Qian Yu Ling used the secret technique of the cult to keep me alive."

As Meng Luoxi spoke, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

"But this secret technique must be continued every once in a while, otherwise the body will quickly collapse and die due to the loss of the spiritual weapon..."

"It's actually like this!"

He thought that just rescuing Meng Luoxi from the secret prison would be enough, but he didn't expect Qian Yu Ling's methods to be so vicious.

what to do?

Was he just going to watch Meng Luoxi die in front of him?

Wu Fan doesn't want this, and there may be only one solution in front of him now.

"Wait a moment."

Wu Fan took out a data USB flash drive from his pocket. The USB flash drive contained the top-secret files he had sorted out from the mask space - [Data for the third phase of the Monster Awakening Project].

He wanted to use this thing to make a deal with Qian Yu Ling to extend Meng Luoxi's life.

The situation was urgent at this moment, and Wu Fan could not consider the comparison of strengths between the two sides, whether the other party would keep its promise, whether he would be in danger and caught by the other party, etc.

"In your hand...could it be...the data from the third period?"

Meng Luoxi was so smart. Ever since she knew that Wu Fan had obtained the mask of his predecessor, the Seventh Saint, she had guessed that Wu Fan might have the most critical third phase data in his hands.

So seeing Wu Fan's determined look, Meng Luoxi guessed it right away.

"Ahem..."

Just when Wu Fan was about to pick up Meng Luoxi to find Qian Yu Ling, he felt a pair of hands suddenly wrap around his neck. Wu Fan hugged him subconsciously, and Meng Luoxi leaned into his arms.

"Brother Wu Fan..."

"Qian Yu Ling does things unscrupulously and is not trustworthy. If you go to find her, you will definitely be in danger."

"Rather than letting both of us die, it's better to let me die alone."

Meng Luoxi hugged Wu Fan's neck tightly. The disintegration of her body could no longer be delayed. Even her eyes began to bleed with bright red blood. Blood tears dripped on Wu Fan's shoulders, staining them red.

"actually..."

"As a cult warrior, I am destined to die one day."

"I have thought about dying at the hands of the former saint, I have thought about dying at the hands of my fellow cult members, I have thought about dying at the hands of the Judgment Warriors, I have also thought about dying at the hands of monsters and being chewed into a pile of broken flesh and white bones. ..."

"I thought about all the worst-case scenarios and accepted all sudden deaths."

"but..."

"Now I can lie in your arms and wait quietly for death."

"It's not a kind of happiness..."

"Is not it?"

Meng Luoxi's tone was calm. Although she tried her best to show satisfaction, her trembling body had already betrayed her.

If a person who has never felt happiness and joy suddenly has it one day, but he is told to die when he just has it, then the reluctance and regret at this moment will be heartbreaking. , and then exploded in despair.

But while Meng Luoxi was speaking, Wu Fan's expression suddenly changed.

"Oops!"

"The best spiritual stones are not enough!"

After winning the national championship, I used some of the 100 top-quality spiritual stones when I escaped from the imperial capital and traveled across five provinces. I used some of them to raise monster eggs. I took more than 10 monster eggs when I left and gave them away. Wu Neng was given more than 40, so after Wu Fan crushed another top-grade spiritual stone, he found that there were only 7 top-grade spiritual stones left in his hand.

"Is there really no other way?"

Wu Fan used his greatest strength to suppress the outburst of emotions. At critical moments, people should not be influenced by them, but should think crazily about how to solve things.

"Spiritual weapon transplantation..."

"The monster awakens..."

Suddenly, something flashed in Wu Fan's mind. In addition to spiritual weapon transplantation and monster awakening, the cult also has a black technology - [Spiritual Weapon Mass Production Technology]!

"Spiritual weapons are mass-produced and then transplanted into your body. Will they be effective?"

Wu Fan said to Meng Luoxi uncertainly.

"Um?"

Hearing Wu Fan's words, Meng Luoxi's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

"But the mass production of spiritual weapons requires a spiritual weapon as a model, and each mass production is equivalent to dividing a part of the power from the main body..."

"Use mine."

Wu Fan squeezed with one hand and pulled out a rusty long knife from the void. Then without saying a word, he picked up Meng Luoxi and ran quickly towards the depths of the mask space.

The two soon came to a laboratory, where the former saint conducted experiments. There were various instruments, including instruments for spiritual weapon transplantation technology and spiritual weapon mass production technology.

"start up!"

Meng Luoxi was originally a cult warrior and the adopted daughter of a former saint. She was very familiar with these instruments. Wu Fan activated two instruments under her guidance.

Wu Fan placed the long knife on a machine similar to 3D printing, and then placed the few remaining top-grade spiritual stones and a large number of high-grade and medium-grade spiritual stones.

After a burst of laser scanning, countless spiritual pressure particles suddenly appeared at the other end of the instrument. They began to accumulate under the trajectory of the computer data model, and then a knife exactly like Wu Fan's long knife was slowly printed out.

"Well..."

As the long knife was printed, Wu Fan felt as if a part of himself had been stripped off and injected into the new long knife.

Hiss!

Wu Fan placed Meng Luoxi on the operating table of the spiritual device transplantation device. In order to prevent her from struggling, he tied her limbs with special restraints around the device.

"Hold it!"

He took out a spiritual stone and blocked Meng Luoxi's mouth to prevent him from biting off his tongue due to pain.

Then...

Wu Fan stood between Meng Luoxi's white silk legs that were stretched apart due to being tied up. He held the handle of the newly printed long knife, raised his hands high, and pointed the tip of the knife at Meng Luoxi's lower abdomen. ..

The knife stabbed in!