Ye Junlang could feel the witch's body getting colder and weaker. He had used his own energy to investigate the situation inside the witch's body and found that the tendons and veins in her body were broken and she could no longer sense the origin of her martial arts.
If anyone was in her situation, she would have died immediately.
But strangely, there was still a weak vitality in the witch's body maintaining her breath.
However, this vitality is also slowly passing by and cannot be stopped at all.
The witch looked at Ye Junlang, and she continued, "Actually, my reputation in the ancient martial arts world is not good. It may be because I was born in the holy land of the Demon Sect, or because of my personality. Therefore, in the ancient martial arts world, I have always been circulating in the ancient martial arts world, I am unpredictable, unruly, etc. In fact, I just have a little unrestrained personality and I still have a high vision. How could I easily commit myself to others? So far, I have never had any intimate actions with any man. Will you believe me?"
"I believe, I have always believed that after all, I have contacted you and know who you are." Ye Junlang pointed at the key point.
"Thank you!"
The witch spoke, and a hint of relief appeared on her pale but still gorgeous face, as if she had relieved her psychological burden.
Immediately afterwards, a trace of gloom flashed between her eyebrows, and she continued, "Actually, I am still very happy in my life. I have a master who loves me, but since my master learned that I am the so-called fate of heavenly tribulation, I can see that my master is really fast, and there are very few times. My master has always wanted to find solutions to fate of nature.
Last time, I went to ask for help from the senior ghost doctor, and happened to meet you.
Senior Ghost Doctor has no choice but to do anything about my fate, so he can only arrange some means to deceive the secrets of heaven on me. Even if a disaster really comes, he can still gain a glimmer of hope.
Now, I really have to thank the senior ghost doctor for the tricks he arranged on me. Otherwise, I would have been killed on the spot when the person raided just now, and I would not have the chance to say these words to you.
Looking back, if you see the senior ghost doctor, can you help me thank him?”
Ye Junlang nodded again and said, "Okay, I can. I also believe that you will have nothing to do, you can hold on. At that time, I will take you to the Ghost Doctor Valley and thank the Ghost Doctor Senior in person."
The witch smiled again and continued, "Actually, when my master said that I was in the heavenly destiny, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe that there were such mysterious things in this world.
But, you also know that this kind of thing is the same as the sayings of ghosts and gods.
You may not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, but you have to respect ghosts and gods.
It is better to believe that one has something than one has nothing. Maybe this is the mentality.
So, on the one hand, I don’t believe in the so-called destiny of heaven, but on the other hand, I also worry about what if it is true?
This is a very contradictory psychology.
When I first met you, I really had an inexplicable affection for you, and I couldn’t tell the reason myself.
Maybe some likes are really for no reason and no reason.
So I was even more scared. Because of this fate, I would really worry about a disaster that would cause one day. Wouldn’t I not be able to see you?
So, I have always been thinking of various ways to run out.
For example, this ancient martial arts conference, my master originally did not allow me to come, but when I thought you would come, I insisted on coming, and my master could do nothing.
Who would have thought…”
The witch paused, her face paused without a trace of regret, but only a trace of regret. She continued, "I don't know, this time is considered a disaster. Maybe it's calculated.
That's true, then I'm willing to do it. How great is my own disaster to bring you peace. The only sad thing is that maybe I won't see you again in the future. It's good, maybe you can remember me a little in your heart. Before that, I knew that although you didn't reject me, you wouldn't treat me as a friend. At least in your heart, Bai Xian'er, Dan Tai Mingyue and the others cannot be equal, right?"
Ye Junlang didn't say anything. Seeing Gu Chen, Ji Zhitian, Dan Tai brothers and sisters all surrounded him, he had no choice but to ask for help and said: "Is there any targeted healing medicine? The witch's situation is very critical..."
Gu Chen and others took out some magic pills, and Dan Tai Lingtian even took out the dragon pattern Guyuan pill from the Dan Tai family.
At this time—
boom!
A shocking fist ignited the sky and the sky-Tongtian fist that implemented the heavens was like being imprinted in the void, reflecting the heavens, and being extremely powerful.
It was Old Man Ye's invincible fist intention, which forced many powerful people who besieged him to shake off. Then Old Man Ye moved his body and appeared on Ye Junlang's side in an instant.
Old Man Ye was covered in blood, and the golden light emitted by his own body and body was also a little weak, indicating that his injuries were not light.
"Old man, please help me see the witch's injuries..."
Ye Junlang looked at Old Man Ye as if he had seen a savior.
Old Man Ye immediately reached out and pinched the witch's pulse. After a while, Old Man Ye closed his eyes and shook his head and sighed when he opened his eyes again.
Old Man Ye never said anything, but Ye Junlang also understood.
"How could this happen? No, it won't happen. The witch will not be a problem. There must be a way to treat it... Senior Ghost Doctor, by the way, as long as you go to find Senior Ghost Doctor, you will definitely be saved!" Ye Junlang's eyes were red, and he felt sad and guilty in his heart.
"The tendons and veins are broken, and the origin is broken, this is the same as the past..."
Old Man Ye sighed softly, as if he remembered something, and did not say anything.
The witch's voice sounded again. She chuckled, her tone was a little cheerful, but she seemed weaker. She said, "Ye Junlang, you don't have to be too sad, I didn't go too sad to save you, I'm not that noble. I'm actually very afraid of death, but when the danger came, I didn't have time to think, so I instinctively rushed over, wanting to buy you some time, who knew that the other party was so strong. If... if there was another chance, I would definitely not be so stupid. So, don't be too sad, and don't feel any guilt towards me, as long as... as long as you remember me occasionally, I'll be very happy."
Ye Junlang has been trying hard to restrain himself, but tears still emerged in his red eyes.
Men don’t cry easily because they have not reached the sad place.
"You'll remember me, right?"
"I-can!"
"Okay, then do you remember my name? I'm not called a witch."
"Remember!"
"Then please call me my name, okay?"
"Butterfly dance!"
Ye Junlang spoke.
"What are you talking about? I can't hear... can you make a louder sound?" The witch smiled, and the cunning look of the past flashed in her eyes.
"Butterfly dance!"
Ye Junlang spoke loudly.
"I can't hear it..."
"Butterfly dance!"
Ye Junlang roared at the sky, his voice roaring like muffled thunder.
The witch smiled, but the crystal tears in her eyes kept flowing like pearls with broken lines.
She seemed to want to say something, but suddenly she felt that she had no strength. The scene in front of her began to daze, and everything seemed to be starting to move away from her.
She began to be scared. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the hard face of the man who was close to her, thinking that it would be good even if she could watch it for one more second.
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