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 also began to peel off, or wriggled back under the skin and decomposed into original cells and energy. All of this symbolized the decline of the refined bloodline, and this body returned to him. The way it should be.
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 Yansheng who fell down.
"Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng!" Sima Xuxu's heart palpitated when he saw Zhao Xiaosheng's face, but no matter how nervous he was, his movements were gentle, letting the girl fall into his arms and let him go little by little. Flat on the ground.
Only at this time could he better observe Zhao Xinsheng's injuries. He was frightened when he saw 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 resist the severe pain, grinning and saying "Xunwente!" 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 bandaging 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. He could also see the areas where there was no blood. There was obvious swelling; there were obvious signs of bleeding in both pupils, coupled with the profuse nosebleeds, 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. It means that the internal organs were also injured; the bones on the left cheek were obviously cracked, and the protruding pale bone spurs pierced the cheekbones and were bloody and exposed to the skin. The bridge of the nose was also crooked, and the beautiful face was swollen. The right side received another punch. Wouldn't it be symmetrical, but he wouldn't "return my Piaopiaoquan to me".
Sima Xuxu's mind was a mess. At most, he had learned some battlefield first aid under Lang Juxu's strict requirements, but that was limited to hemostasis of general trauma, or ordinary emergency treatment methods such as splinting on fractures. The injuries on his body were all bandaged by the girl who was traveling with him. Now that Xiaosheng is like this, where should he start?
Zhao Xiaosheng was lying on Sima Xuxhuai's body and screamed almost unconsciously. It was the backlash after the blood was refined. It was like there were insects crawling in her blood vessels, and bulges were flowing continuously under the skin. It was a sign that the dragon blood gene was out of control. Her mind was now almost filled with crazy thoughts. Her shattered teeth clenched together again regardless of the pain, and blood flowed from the holes 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 in the first place... 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." , you are fine... You will be fine. It is impossible for you to be fine. How could you be fine? You think so? Xiao Sheng, can you hear me? Xiao Sheng? "
Zhao Xunsheng 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 then pulling her into her arms. Xuxu couldn't help but Dare to resist, he leaned over and hugged Zhao Xinsheng, helplessly comforting her, "Xiaosheng, it's okay, believe me, you'll be fine after this. It's not a big problem, it's really not big. Trust me, don't be afraid, Don't be afraid, you will be fine, really..."
This may be the only thing he can do for Zhao Xunsheng, 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 couldn't remember when he met Xiaosheng. He only remembered that Xiaosheng grew up with him. She was a perfect childhood sweetheart and his indispensable playmate. She would always be by his side. He When she wanted to chat, she was willing to sit down and chat with him under the old locust tree until the sunset. When he was studying culture class in Langjuxu and wanted to catch a fish and escape, she would scold him and stop him, but in the end he remained the same. She secretly protected him in front of the instructor. After graduating from Lang Juxu, he discovered something delicious and fun in the new world. Sima Xuxu first thought of Zhao Xiaosheng. This was a matter of course, and Zhao Xiaosheng... . He never thought about the issue of Xiao Sheng’s attitude towards him, because Xiao Sheng’s attitude towards him was the same from the beginning to the end.
She is so kind and warm, as if she was born to be his childhood sweetheart, to play with him from childhood to adulthood.
"Xiaosheng, don't die... don't die! You can't die, how can you do anything here?" Sima Xuxu stammered, feeling that his whole body was in heartbreaking pain, every fiber of his body was in pain. His nerves hurt as if they were burning red, but he did not dare to tighten his muscles too tightly. He tried his best to relax his muscles during the collapse, just so that the pregnant woman could lean against him more comfortably.
How could this happen? Why on earth would this happen? Why did Xiao Sheng appear here? Is there no one left in Langjuxu? How dare she appear in such a deep place in the Nibelung! That guy... the one who injured Xiao Sheng Who is Sheng’s bastard? How dare he——
A burning and stinging feeling spread in his mind. The originally handsome face was almost as ferocious as a demon. The boy looked up and looked at the place where Lancelot lay. After the dragon transformation ended, he recognized him at a glance. That face - a member of the secret party. Why would a member of the secret party take action against Zhao Xiaosheng? Did Zhao Sheng break into the other party's secret? Is this an ulterior and dirty conflict between the orthodox and the secret party?
Just when Sima Xuxu's brain was shaking to the point of going crazy, his collar was suddenly pulled. Following the force, he lowered his head and met Zhao Xinsheng's blood-red eyes - she couldn't see anything, but he could feel it. , she was looking at herself, trying her best to see herself from the darkness.
"Xuxu...is it Xuxu? Xuxu...?"
He repeated the question three times, his voice was very soft, as if he was trying his best to squeeze out the call from his throat.
The moment she spoke, 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, taking a big breath involuntarily, as if a suffocated person had surfaced.
But then, Zhao Xunsheng stopped talking and let out an inhuman roar again. The hoarse voice that was almost wailing made Sima Xuxu feel like he was being struck by lightning.
In his eyes, Zhao Xinsheng seemed to be fighting against something crazy inside her body. Her internal organs, bones, flesh and blood, and even cells, everything were fighting against that thing. It was like she was in a hurricane of steel knives. The poor man was looking for a way to escape in the cold.
"I can't die...I can't die yet, I want to live..." Zhao Xinsheng's low moan suppressed her unconscious murmur. That was the first thought that popped into her mind without thinking. Her fingers He scratched the ground, leaving five deep blood marks.
"You won't die. You can't die. Trust me, you will be fine." Without any fundamental promise, Sima Xuxu also realized that Zhao Xunsheng was now fighting against her own blood. She looked very much like those Dangerous hybrids wandering on the edge of Deadpool, they dance heartbreakingly on the edge of the cliff, scratching their heads and roaring their deepest desires. They want to live in this world as humans, but countless hands in the abyss grab them. He ripped off their limbs and pulled them into the abyss.
There were footsteps behind Sima Xuxu. He suddenly turned around, his golden eyes darting like an angry dragon, intimidating the person who came in through the gap in the landslide. However, after seeing clearly who the person was, he took the initiative to avoid it. His eyes turned back to Zhao Xinsheng and he kept comforting her.
The person who walked over was Chen Wenwen. After being shocked by Sima Xuxu's golden eyes, her blood ran cold all over her body. She was about to black out and faint for a moment, but several experiences gradually gave her some "resistance". "Sex." After taking a few quick deep breaths, he calmed down, walked over quickly, and saw Zhao Xiaosheng in Sima Xuxu's arms from a distance.
With just one glance, she was frightened by Zhao Xiaosheng's tragic situation. Sima Xuxu, who was holding Zhao Xiaosheng and holding her hand, was like a crazed beast. He was obviously comforting, but there was a deep whimper underneath his voice.
"I can't die... I can't die yet... I have to take Xuxu out... I can't die..." Zhao Xinsheng grabbed Sima Xuxu's clothes and almost squeezed them into his palms. Even though she was injured, she didn't mind adding some more injuries and some pain to keep her spirit even a little clear.
She still remembers the purpose of her coming here, and she still remembers what she must do. She wants to take Sima Xuxu away from here and away from those terrible threats. Xuxu, she must save Xuxu.
"Stop talking about taking me out, let me take you out." Sima Xuxu felt tearing pain all over his body, and was riddled with holes from those calls and murmurs. His unconscious breathing rate It has long been several times higher than that of normal people.
"Xuxu...Xuxu..." Zhao Xunsheng kept chanting the same name. Sima Xuxu held her other hand hard and passed his body temperature to her. Following this body temperature, she actually found her return. The road home was torn open by the stormy will to kill.
"Needle...needle...Xuxu...needle." Zhao Xinsheng murmured in a low voice, conveying his last self-rescue signal while gritting his teeth in pain.
She regained her only consciousness and called for help.
"Needle... Needle! Needle! I know, I know!" Sima Xuxu quickly searched for the inside of Zhao Xunsheng's thigh strap, and pulled out a large handful of hairs of different lengths and thicknesses, as thin as a cow's hair. One bone spicule.
"Acupuncture! Yes! Acupuncture! Nine needles in the coffin! How could I forget this!" He shouted with joy, picked up the needle and wanted to hand it to Zhao Xunsheng, but suddenly found that Zhao Xunsheng could not see anything at all, and could not even move. , she doesn’t look like she can complete the acupuncture by herself.
"Beryllium Needle...Shenque...Three...Four..." Zhao Xinsheng read in hissing voice.
Sima Xuxu instantly understood what Zhao Xiaosheng meant. He took a deep breath, gently laid Zhao Xiaosheng flat, and then tore off all her clothes. His eyes quickly locked on the girl's swollen and bloody body surface, and found her soul. At the position of Que, I found the corresponding beryllium needle among the bone needles with my peripheral vision, twisted it with my hand and lifted it up to align it with the center of the navel.
"Three four three, three four three, don't make a mistake."
Sima Xuxu murmured to himself in a low voice, and his brain quickly recalled what Zhao Xiaosheng had secretly taught him. The so-called details of the nine needles in the secret coffin that are not passed down by the Zhao family. The first three represents the depth of the needle, and the fourth represents the depth of the needle. After the corresponding technique, the second three are the force applied.
When he was preparing to inject 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 points and even control the force accurately.