Way of Choices

Time... is a monster that is unimaginable. It can kill the strongest man under the stars, and turn the most precious immortality into waste. Zhou Du|fu may not know the medicine, but the elixirs he collects are very particular about the environment and the equipment used, but even so, there is still no way to retain the medicine after hundreds of years.

Xu Yourong got confirmation from his silence, thought for a while, and then said: "Since that is the case, then I will sleep again."

At this time, she no longer coughed and fell asleep calmly.

If you are about to enter eternal sleep, there is probably no way to fall asleep until then. Chen Changsheng looked at the sleeping girl and gave birth to infinite admiration and respect. How strong will and spiritual power is necessary to sleep in such a situation?

That Liuhuodan failed, how should he save her?

He hesitated for a moment, and decided to use a method that made him hesitate in the grassland for more than ten days-the golden needle pushed blood.

Golden needle pushing blood is a technique that stimulates vitality and blood vessel strength, which is very harmful to people. Before his teacher Ji Taoren was successfully transformed, this acupuncture method was basically classified by the State Church as a magic technique. Now, this kind of acupuncture can not completely avoid serious side effects, so now it is generally only used before the patient is dying.

In a sense, the Golden Needle pushes blood like the last ginseng soup.

Now that he had made a decision, he no longer hesitated. He sat behind Xu Yourong and untied the gold wire wrapped around his left ring finger. His consciousness moved slightly, and the gold wire was straight like a needle and pierced like lightning into her neck.

The golden needle is very difficult to push blood. The most difficult thing is to insert a needle into the patient's medullary vein.

Xu Yourong frowned slightly, aching, and woke up.

"Don't move, I'm treating you."

Chen Changsheng knows that she is not very old, but she is not alarmed. If things are calm, she can cooperate as long as she is clear. As expected, Xu Yourong calmed down quickly. His chilly Zhenyuan was slowly fed into her body from the golden needle, and it was like a tide flowing through her meridians and blood vessels, pushing away the toxins that had deposited between the diaphragms, and also dispersing her previous birth. Suspicion.

Soybean-sized sweat beads continuously flowed on Chen Changsheng's forehead, then were frozen into ice beads and rolled down to the ground, making a crisp sound. Over time, the ground around the two was covered with frozen sweat beads, which looked like a sea of ​​pearls. Some ice beads rolled down the stone steps and went far away until they met The huge black stone sarcophagus stopped.

After a long time, the golden needle withdrew from behind Xu Yourong's neck and wrapped around Chen Changsheng's fingers again.

After a long time, he did not speak, nor did Xu Yourong.

He lowered his head and looked at the ice beads on the ground, some sad, more unwilling-the golden needle pushing blood, is the last method he can think of, very dangerous and violent, but even so, he did not receive any Effectiveness.

This kind of acupuncture can stimulate the vitality and blood of human beings. Even the dying old man on the sickbed can recover some spirits, and even regain the vitality from the ghost. However, this has no effect on Xu Yourong, because her bloodline has been completely exhausted, and her vitality has long disappeared in successive battles and journeys.

Without firewood, how to apply a high-temperature blazing flame and how can it be ignited?

"Sorry."

It was not Chen Changsheng who spoke these two words, but Xu Yourong. She looked at him and said with a smile: "Although I don't understand medical skills, I also know that the acupuncture method you used just now is amazing, but unfortunately my patient is too disappointed."

This is the truth. Her holy light surgery has treated many people in Zhou Garden, but that and medicine are two things in the field.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at her somewhat puffy and still beautiful face, feeling very depressed.

"Your sperm blood is exhausted, there is no other way except to be able to replenish the blood, but we tried a few days ago, your blood line is a little special, the blood of the monster is of no significance to you, I even think that except your own blood No blood is meaningful to you, so even if we can leave Zhou Yuan, we may not be able to cure you."

He explained to her the situation very honestly. Telling the dying girl why she died, has nothing to do with his respect for her powerful will, but that he has a strong and even stubborn attitude towards death. People do not know how they came to this world, so leave this The world should be sober, so that it is not in vain to walk in this world.

He didn't explain his thoughts to Xu Yourong, but Xu Yourong didn't hurt, nor did he vent his anger to him, as if he understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "But if you can leave Zhou Yuan, at least you can survive."

After coming to this mausoleum, Xu Yourong often smiled, but that smile was actually very weak, and Chen Changsheng couldn't even bear to see it.

"I didn't find a way to leave Zhou Yuan. I don't know if it would make you happier." He looked at her and said with a smile. He knew that she could not be happy because of this, but hoped that she could be happy because of the funny joke she said.

Xu Yourong wasn't happy, the smile on his face gradually faded away, looked at him calmly and said: "It seems that I will die."

Because this sentence, this sentence is not the first time, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt that his chest was severely hit by a stone, and it was extremely sad.

I remember that night, she said that she was only fifteen years old, the same year as herself. It was youth, but his life was exhausted. This is really the saddest thing in the world. It is the sorrow he had experienced in advance in countless nights.

For death, he prepared for a long time, no one was more fully prepared than he, but now looking at her to die in front of him, he still has no way.

"I don't want to die." Xu Yourong looked at him and said very seriously.

When she said this, she was not sad, and her expression was still so calm, because she was not asking him for pity, but just telling him what he thought at the last moment.

"You will not die." Chen Changsheng said.

Xu Yourong said: "You know I can't accept this unconvincing comfort."

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng thought of something. He was a little fascinated and said in a trembling voice, "You... will not die."

Xu Yourong's expression was slightly different, and he didn't understand why his emotions would suddenly look different.

"You will not die."

Chen Changsheng repeated for the third time, but this time, his voice was extremely calm and sure, and his clean eyes were extremely bright.

Xu Yourong thought he was a little insane and said, "My death does not require you to take any responsibility."

Chen Changsheng said: "But I don't want you to die."

Xu Yourong joked with a tired voice: "Are you a god, don't want to die, who will not die."

"Yes." Chen Changsheng's clear voice echoed in the empty tomb, so sure.

Xu Yourong stared at him stunnedly.

He laughed.

He didn't know why destiny brought him into Zhouyuan, and then to this mausoleum, because of that sword, or something else, but now he knows one thing: he may change the girl's destiny.

Put another way, he is her destiny, at least part of it.

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