If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Lancelot's body fell, and the signs of dragon transformation began to fade. The first thing to break was the ferocious facial bones. The pale bones seemed to be weathered, and the internal tissues lost all activity. At the moment of falling to the ground, It broke into pieces and scattered on the ground. The dragon scales on the body surface also began to peel off, or crawled back under the skin to decompose into original cells and energy. All this symbolized the decline of the refined bloodline, and the body returned to what it should have been.

Sima Xuxu did not go for a last-ditch attack on Lancelot. He believed in his partner. The moment Ma Yida hit the enemy, he erased the threat in his mind and hugged him instantly. Supporting Zhao Xinsheng who fell down.

"Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng!" Sima Xuxu's heart palpitated when he saw Zhao Xiaosheng's appearance, but no matter how nervous he was, his movements were gentle, letting the girl fall into his arms little by little. Lay flat on the ground.

Only at this time could he better observe Zhao Xinsheng's injuries. He was frightened when he looked at it. After the dark scales peeled off, the nearly 40 to 50 centimeters of knife marks on the fair skin simply frightened him. Suffocating, if this knife cuts on his body, he will hold up his thumb to endure the severe pain, grinning and saying "I'm asking you!" in the unorthodox Cantonese he learned, without any fear at all. mentality.

But if this injury appeared on Zhao Xinsheng, he would not even be able to say anything for a while. He would just stare at the injury blankly and not even know where to start if he wanted to bandage it, "How could it be like this?"

Not only was this horrific stab wound, he could hardly find a good spot on Zhao Xinsheng's body. The capillaries all over his body felt like they were seeping blood out of the skin, and even the areas without blood could be seen. There was obvious swelling; there were obvious traces of bleeding in both pupils, coupled with the nosebleeds that were flowing profusely, and there was also a lot of trauma in the skull; from time to time, the vomiting reflex would spit out dirty blood instead of food. This means that the internal organs have also been injured; the bones on the left cheek are obviously cracked, and the prominent pale bone spurs have pierced the cheekbones and are bloody and exposed to the skin. The bridge of the nose is also crooked, and the beautiful face is also swollen. Another injury on the right side Wouldn't it be symmetrical if he punched, but he wouldn't "give me back my Piao Piao punch".

Sima Xuxu's mind was in a mess. At most, he had learned some battlefield first aid under Lang Juxu's insistence, but that was limited to hemostasis of general trauma, or ordinary emergency treatment methods such as splinting on fractures. The girl who was traveling with him helped bandage all the injuries on his body before. Now that Xiaosheng is like this, where should he start?

Zhao Xinsheng screamed almost unconsciously while lying in Sima Xuxu's arms. It was the backlash after the blood was refined. It was like there were insects crawling in her blood vessels, and bulges continued to flow under the skin. It was a sign that the dragon blood gene was out of control. Her mind was almost filled with crazy thoughts. Her shattered teeth clenched together again regardless of the pain. Blood flowed from the hole and dripped down her lips.

The backlash of the dragon's blood has begun, and the wound on her chest is healing, but what grows on the healed scar is not tender flesh, but almost pitch-black cuticle scales. If there are no accidents, when the wound is full, this part will be Being permanently fixed like this is a disorder at the genetic level. Wrong repairs under the wrong genetic sequence will indeed not kill her temporarily, but in the long run it will only make her worse and worse.

After all, the end of the dragon's blood backlash is always Deadpool, those contaminated and hopeless things.

Sima Xuxu didn't know what to do. Maybe due to the lack of resources and the fact that he was not a logistics worker, he couldn't do anything. Maybe there was something he could do now.

Xuxu hugged Yansheng and let the girl lie in his arms. She tried her best to control her trembling voice because she was overwhelmed, and comforted her and said, "Don't be afraid, it will be okay. That bastard is dead." "Okay, you're fine. You're fine. It's impossible for you to be fine. You think so?" "Xiao Sheng, can you hear me?"

Zhao Xuansheng grabbed Xuxu's blood-stained T-shirt with her right hand. It was the closest thing to her and the warmest thing. She was like a drowning person grabbing anything around her and pulling it into her arms. Xuxu didn't dare to resist. He leaned over and hugged Zhao Xiaosheng and comforted her helplessly, "Xiaosheng, it's okay. Trust me, you'll be fine after this. It's not a big problem, it's really not big. Trust me, you Don't be afraid, really don't be afraid, you will be fine, really."

This may be the only thing he can do for Zhao Xinsheng, and the only thing he can do for himself.

That kind of fear grew and spread in the boy's heart. When he saw that Zhao Xuesheng was about to die under the emperor's knife, that kind of creepy fear instantly exploded in his mind. It was a fear he had never experienced before, and the blood all over his body was covered with blood. It's frozen, as if hanging on the edge of a cliff. One step will lead to an endless abyss.

He didn't remember when he met Xu Sheng. He only remembered that Xu Sheng grew up with him. She was a perfect childhood sweetheart and an indispensable playmate. She was always by his side. When he wanted to chat, she was willing to sit down and chat with him under the old locust tree until the sun set. When he wanted to slack off during his cultural studies in Langjuxu, she would scold him and stop him, but in the end she still secretly covered for him in front of the instructor. After graduating from Langjuxu, Sima Xuxu thought of Zhao Xu Sheng first when he found something delicious and fun in the new world. This was a matter of course, and Zhao Xu Sheng had never thought about Xu Sheng's attitude towards him, because Xu Sheng had the same attitude towards him from beginning to end.

She was so good and warm, as if she was born to be his childhood sweetheart. She played with him from childhood to adulthood, and until old age.

"Xu Sheng, don't die, don't die! You can't die, how can you be in trouble here?" Sima Xuxu stuttered, feeling that his whole body was in excruciating pain, and every nerve was burning like a burning pain, but he dared not tense his muscles too much, and tried his best to relax his muscles in the collapse, just so that Xu Sheng in his arms could lean more comfortably.

How could this happen, why did it happen? Why did Xu Sheng appear here? Is there no one in Langjuxu? How dare she appear in such a deep place in Nibelungen! Who is that guy. That bastard who injured Xu Sheng? How dare he--

The burning and stinging feeling like fire spread in his mind, and the originally handsome face was almost as hideous as a demon. The boy looked up at the place where Lancelot lay. After the other party's dragon transformation ended, he recognized the face at a glance-a member of the secret party. Why would the secret party attack Zhao Xu Sheng? Did Xu Sheng discover some secret of the other party? Is this some kind of dirty conflict between the orthodox and the secret party that cannot be told?

Just when Sima Xuxu's brain was shaking like crazy, his collar was suddenly pulled. Following the force, he lowered his head and met Zhao Xusheng's blood-red eyes. She couldn't see anything, but he could feel that she was looking at him, trying her best to see him in the darkness.

"Xuxu. Is it Xuxu? Xuxu?"

She repeated the question three times, her voice was very light, as if she was trying her best to squeeze out the call from her throat.

The moment she opened her mouth, Sima Xuxu put his ear to her mouth and heard every word she said.

"It's me! It's me! It's me! I'm here, I'm here!" Sima Xuxu responded quickly, and his body involuntarily took a big breath, as if a suffocated person floated to the surface.

But then, Zhao Xusheng stopped talking and roared again, which was not like a human. The hoarse voice that was almost like a wail made Sima Xuxu feel like he was struck by lightning.

In his eyes, Zhao Xusheng was fighting against something crazy inside her body. Her internal organs, bones, flesh and blood, and even cells, everything was fighting against that thing. She was like a poor person in a hurricane of steel knives, looking for a way to escape in the process of being tortured.

"I can't die. I can't die yet. I want to live." Zhao Xusheng's low roar suppressed her unconscious murmur. That was the first thought that popped out of her mind without thinking. Her fingers grabbed the ground, leaving five deep blood marks.

"You won't die, you can't die, believe me, you will be fine." Without any promises, Sima Xuxu also realized that Zhao Xusheng was now fighting against her own bloodline. She looked like those dangerous hybrids wandering on the edge of Deadpool. They danced heartbreakingly on the edge of the cliff, scratching their ears and roaring their deepest desires. They wanted to live in this world as humans, but countless hands in the abyss grabbed their limbs and pulled them into the abyss.

There were footsteps behind Sima Xuxu. He suddenly turned around, and his golden eyes were like an angry dragon, intimidating the person who came in from the gap of the landslide. But after seeing who was coming, he took the initiative to avoid his eyes and turned back to look at Zhao Xusheng and kept comforting her.

The person who came was Chen Wenwen. After being shocked by Sima Xuxu's golden eyes and her blood was cold, she was about to faint for a moment, but several experiences made her gradually have some "resistance". After taking a few deep breaths, she recovered and walked over quickly. From a distance, she saw Zhao Xusheng in Sima Xuxu's arms.

Just one glance, she was frightened by Zhao Xusheng's miserable condition. Sima Xuxu, who was holding Zhao Xusheng and holding her hand, was like a mad beast. He was obviously comforting, but the bottom of his voice revealed a low sob.

"I can't die. I can't die yet. I still have to take Xuxu out. I can't die." Zhao Xusheng's fingers that grabbed Sima Xuxu's clothes almost clenched into her palms. She was covered in wounds and didn't mind adding some more wounds and pain to keep her mind a little clear.

She still remembered the purpose of coming here, and she still remembered what she had to do. She had to take Sima Xuxu away from here, away from those terrible threats. Xuxu, she had to save Xuxu.

"Don't keep talking about taking me out, let me take you out." Sima Xuxu felt a tearing pain all over his body, pierced by those calls and whispers, and his unconscious breathing rate had long exceeded several times that of a normal person.

"Xu Xu. Xu Xu" Zhao Xusheng kept repeating the same name. Sima Xuxu held her other hand tightly, passing her body temperature to her. Following this body temperature, she actually found the way home. The storm-like killing will was torn open.

"Needle needle. Xuxu needle." Zhao Xusheng murmured in a low voice, sending her last self-help signal in the pain of gritting her teeth.

She regained her only consciousness and sent out a call for help.

"Needle needle! Needle! I know, I know!" Sima Xuxu hurriedly searched the inside of Zhao Xusheng's thigh bandage and pulled out a handful of bone needles as thin as cow hair, of varying lengths and thicknesses.

"Acupuncture! Yes! Acupuncture! Nine needles for the coffin! How could I forget this!" He shouted out in ecstasy, picked up the needle and wanted to hand it to Zhao Xusheng, but suddenly found that Zhao Xusheng couldn't see anything at all, and couldn't even move. She didn't look like she could complete the acupuncture by herself.

"Beryl needle. Shenque three. Four." Zhao Xusheng read in a hoarse voice.

Sima Xuxu understood what Zhao Xusheng meant in an instant, took a deep breath, gently laid Zhao Xusheng flat, and then tore off all her outer clothes. His eyes quickly locked onto the girl's swollen, bloody body surface, found the location of Shenque, and found the corresponding beryllium needle among the bone needles with his peripheral vision. He twisted his hand and lifted it up to the center of the navel.

"Three, four, three, three, four, three, don't make a mistake."

Sima Xuxu muttered to himself in a low voice, and his brain quickly recalled the details of the so-called secret coffin nine needles that Zhao Xusheng had secretly taught him. The first three represents the depth of the needle, the four represents the corresponding technique after the needle is inserted, and the second three represents the force of the force.

When he was preparing to insert the needle, he found that his hand was shaking. Yes, his right hand was shaking constantly, which made it difficult for him to aim at the acupuncture point and even unable to accurately control the strength.