Leng Yan thought she was certain to die this time. The four serrated swords were extremely sharp, and the blades were serrated. From the height of her wheelchair, her head and neck were within the attack range.
Even if you want to hide, you can't escape. If you are stabbed into the head by a jagged sword, it will definitely be a hit, and there is no possibility of survival.
However, at this moment, Zhang Yi flew over and stretched out his hands, imitating the cold expression just now. The two nearest serrated swords were knocked away by him. Then he clasped his hands together and clamped the other one firmly between his palms.
, used it as a weapon and swung it suddenly, knocking another sword away.
All the movements were done in one go, and even Leng Yan was surprised. He felt that Zhang Yi was completely different from the previous few days. Whether it was the reflex nerves or the motor nerves, they were all coordinated so perfectly at this time, and they were still able to perform like this
Making the optimal response in a short period of time is the most important condition for a warrior in combat. It is an innate condition that cannot be developed through any training.
Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment, Zhang Yi could actually exert such potential, which immediately impressed Leng Yan.
"No wonder the sect leader would choose him. It seems that Zhang Yi will definitely achieve a lot in the future..." Leng Yan thought in her heart, but from beginning to end, besides being a little shocked by Zhang Yi's actions, her company was a little shocked.
No other emotions could be seen at all. Even a brush with death could not make her feel any fear at all.
Perhaps the reaction of the body is just a normal reaction of a warrior. In Leng Yan's view, whether the attack is blocked or not, it is not special to her. Life or death, in her view
They are just two words with different pronunciations.
The curiosity about Zhang Yi is more important than the safety of his own life. This is Leng Yan.
"Why did you rush over? The underground mechanism has not been closed yet." Leng Yan asked expressionlessly. In her opinion, Zhang Yi's behavior just now was tantamount to death. Even if it was not death, there was no way to help her.
Indeed, Zhang Yi's reaction just now was very fast, and his movements seemed to exceed the limits of his body in an instant. But if she hadn't quickly shut down the underground mechanism, he would have been pierced by the steel needle the moment it touched the ground.
It will affect the next actions, and it will be too late to save people. If you cannot hold back the pain and lose your balance when the underground mechanism is triggered, if you fall to the ground, your whole body will be immediately pierced with hundreds of holes.
So Leng Yan didn't understand. According to Zhang Yi's overall view of the battlefield and reaction ability, it was impossible to think of this. So if he could think of it, he shouldn't do such unnecessary things. As for her life issue, from the beginning
She didn't take it into consideration from the beginning. To her, the meaning of life is all human beings, there is no difference.
"It's nothing, it's just that you didn't have time to react, so I couldn't think too much at the moment." Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment. His state just now was very magical, as if everything around him slowed down for a while, and everything was gone.
It seems to be in slow motion, the only thing that is normal is myself, both body and consciousness are so fast and concentrated.
This state can only appear occasionally when practicing internal skills, but only when the surrounding environment is very quiet and your body remains motionless. If you are distracted even a little bit, this state will be interrupted immediately.
.Appearing at such an urgent moment and under extremely chaotic circumstances really puzzled him.
This unique feeling can only be felt by me. Leng Yan also finds it a bit strange, but he just can't explain what's so strange.
"You might have died if you did that just now." Leng Yan said silently.
"Really? Isn't it just as dangerous for you to shut down the agency first?" Zhang Yi asked with a smile.
"I'm different. You are the descendant of the sect master and have the mission to inherit the Martial Saint Sect. But I am just a disabled person. Besides, I will die sooner or later. It's not worth exchanging your life for mine." The cold tone remains the same.
Cold, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Hearing this, Zhang Yi was also slightly startled. Why is this girl so indifferent to life? What happened to her? Logically speaking, she should be in the sunshine period of youth and flowering season, but her life is so cold.
, giving people a chill that reaches the bone marrow.
"That's not what they say. Everyone is destined to die when they are born. If everyone knows that they will inevitably die and ignores their own lives, the world will be too terrible. Life is equal to everyone, regardless of distinction.
High or low." After saying the last sentence, even Zhang Yi himself wanted to spit, but in order to persuade others, he could only seriously and shamelessly say these words that no one would believe.
"I'm different. Sooner or later, my body will be completely paralyzed. I'm afraid that within three to five years, I will kill myself. It's not worth it for you to exchange decades of your life for my short and worthless life."
Leng Yan was still expressionless and said coldly.
"That's not right for you to say..." Zhang Yi racked his brains, quickly organized the words, and then said: "For example, a couple deeply in love, the wife is terminally ill and can live for up to two years, and the husband is in good health.
As a result, there was a car accident and the wife was trapped in a car that was about to explode. Will the husband save her? Is it worth gambling on his wife's life for one year with the next few decades of his life? "
After listening to this, Leng Yan looked at Zhang Yi intently. Her eyes were bright and clear, without any impurities. Only then did Zhang Yi feel that he had made a wrong analogy. It seemed that the jokes he found on the Internet could not be used casually.
. How to tell the story of husband and wife? It must be misunderstood and taken advantage of.
After a long time, Leng Yan finally spoke slowly: "You are not my husband, and even if you are, I will not let you save me. When I am sure that I am trapped and cannot get out, I will end my own life as soon as possible.
Life, lest you take risks in a hot head."
Zhang Yi was speechless. He was really at a loss for this cold face. This person had no interest in life at all. She was so cold and cold that it was difficult to get close to her. But inside she was
Nuan Nuan is very considerate of others.
For such a kind-hearted woman, what strange disease haunted her and tortured her into such a state? Zhang Yi couldn't help but become curious, wondering whether he had the ability to cure her?
"Can I feel your pulse?" Zhang Yi went straight to the topic and stopped discussing the issue of life. If he had the ability to cure her, wouldn't it be a good thing to cure her? Maybe Hong Kuan can regain his possessions.
This talented disciple no longer has to be bound by the various rules of the Wusheng Sect.
"No, I'm going to the main control room to see what malfunction happened and why the mechanism was started again just now." Leng Yan turned the wheelchair without expression and said as he walked: "You wait here, I
Be back soon."
Zhang Yi had no choice but to respond helplessly and find a place to sit down aside.
Soon, Leng Yan came back in a wheelchair. When she saw Zhang Yi, she said directly: "Start training. The fault has been fixed."
"Uh, what's going on? I don't want to be killed by a hidden arrow all of a sudden while practicing." Zhang Yi was a little worried. If Leng Yan hadn't been in there just now, he would have been able to successfully complete the initial training.
, the four serrated swords that suddenly appeared in the end were unable to dodge, and the result was dangerous.
"The fuse controlling the Jiange was broken, so it was turned on at the same time. It has been repaired now and the entire system has been checked. Don't worry." Leng Yan said coldly, without any boredom or enthusiasm.
"Oh..." Zhang Yi nodded, and then walked up to Leng Yan: "Let me feel your pulse first. I forgot that I am a doctor. Maybe I can cure your leg?"
Leng Yan looked at Zhang Yi and shook her head: "Not good."
"Why?" Zhang Yi suddenly felt puzzled. Which patient doesn't want his body to be cured? No matter how bizarre and complicated the disease is, or even a terminally ill person, he hopes that one day he can be cured. But Leng Leng
Yan unexpectedly refused. Is she a human being? Is life really so worthless to her?
"It's nothing. The task given to me by the sect master is to help you understand the "Chu Zi Jue" within a month. I can't waste your time." Leng Yan said in a stylized manner.
"Isn't there a rush to practice? It only takes half an hour to diagnose your condition without wasting time." Zhang Yi was speechless. He suddenly felt that this Martial Saint Sect was like an inhumane killer.
It’s the same as an organization, only the mission comes first, everything else is nonsense.
"Not good." Leng Yan said simply and clearly.
"Oh, let me go. Do you know that I am a disciple of Liang Lianyuan, the master of Chinese medicine? I am also a well-known person in the field of Chinese medicine. How many people want to see me and have to queue up. I take the initiative to show it to you, but you still...
Don't agree?" Zhang Yi suddenly felt that he was completely ashamed, and it seemed that he had really discredited the profession of 'doctor'.
Doctors should sit behind the desk like an uncle and wait for others to ask for help. Why is it the other way around now? Doctors ask for help from patients, but the patients still refuse to see them?
"Oh, okay, when you learn the "Chu Zi Jue", I will let you show it." Leng Yan finally sighed softly and said helplessly: "Now you can go to training?"
"Haha, it's a deal." Zhang Yi looked like a child who had won candy, with a smile on his face. At this time, the airs that a doctor should have were gone.
Watching Zhang Yi slowly walk into the training area, a smile appeared on Leng Yan's face, a sweet smile. When she pressed the remote control of the steel needle mechanism again, she even hesitated...
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ps: I believe everyone should be able to find some problem after reading this. Well, what exactly is the problem? Can anyone guess it?