I'm racking my brains here and saying a few words about chicken soup for the soul. Why is he using my spiritual power to satisfy himself? Do you want to do it again? I'll give you a blow directly!
Jiang Su took a deep breath, suppressed the nameless fire rising in his heart, and gathered his spiritual energy on his feet again.
She didn't take action...
Kicked the red monk in the leg.
"Buzz——"
"Your legs are made of iron, right??!"
Jiang Su only felt that the bones on the instep of her feet were shattered by the shock at this moment. Her entire leg immediately lost control and was unable to move, like a kite with its string broken, unable to be pulled by her.
"Hehe." The girl let herself fall to the ground.
Under Qi Wu's shocked eyes, she shouted loudly: "Come on, Fang Zhe, my leg is broken, why not just cut it off with a knife, then I will take medicine and regenerate, how about it, this is a great opportunity, right, you
Where's the knife? Give me a good pleasure."
She asked him to cut off her legs just because...she kicked her legs off.
Qi Wu didn't understand or support it, and thought to himself: "Do they usually get along like this?"
Fang Zhe lowered his head, his eyes complex.
"Let's do it. I've given you the killing blow. Why do you look down on my Jiang Su's sword?" The girl relaxedly spread her arms.
Come and chop me down if you’re a brother!!! I don’t know how to chicken soup for the soul, don’t I understand human nature?!
The comminuted fracture of the foot bone and the breakage of the entire leg bone caused pain that was both sore and numb.
Almost after Jiang Su was promoted to Nascent Soul, her mental condition gradually recovered, and she rarely experienced the pain caused by reliving her physical injuries.
Her illness became much less severe without her realizing it.
It might be because of the sword thrown by the swordsman during the tribulation, the talisman mountain piled up by the talisman cultivator, the talisman of the young senior sister... and the conversation between the girl and the flower that I overheard.
She wanted to sever her connection with the world countless times and take the initiative to stay away from all people and things that might take her life.
But she still became the "protagonist's" medical friend.
Jiang Su once thought that he was a rootless duckweed, a light boat without ties, drifting in this world, unable to find an island of his own.
But one day she suddenly realized that as a tool, she seemed to have her own karma and entanglement that could not be separated or broken.
"trouble."
It may be Li, the God of Wealth who gave him money in Zhongdu, Chen, the vixen who wants to seduce him, Xiao who is planning to make a fortune together, Shen, his academic rival, and Song, his crush.
Her cause and effect, unknowingly, became as numerous as black hair in just half a year.
And now it's this patient's turn, a patient she personally selected is in poor mental condition, and she needs to... rescue him.
Fang Zhe couldn't help it. He always listened to Jiang Su's words, but... he would never do anything to hurt Xiaolu.
His sadness was diluted by Jiang Su's madness.
Jiang Su's few words were mixed with the past that he recalled in his consciousness. People who were once close to each other were mixed with people who were now getting along day and night. When he thought of this, he forgot about that one.
They said "let me go."
She said "cut me."
The two are offsetting each other, the past and the present, how should he let go...
Jiang Su was lying on the ground calmly. She also felt that she was a bit rogue, even mentally abnormal and "acting".
But she couldn't think of warm words. She was born to say harsh words, to use sharp needles to pierce other people's flesh and twist them. She pushed everyone around her away, and some people would stay.
The next person is the one who can leave a place in her heart.
Qi Wu couldn't figure out what these two people were doing. He thought it was because he was not familiar with them yet.
In fact, normal people cannot understand mental illness.
Fang Zhe slowly stepped forward and squatted at Jiang Su's feet. He put down the cold-killing knife in his hand without hesitation, and Su Sha was also put aside by him.
Jiang Su heard the sound of weapons hitting the ground.
"Su, Su..."
"If you have something to say, don't hesitate."
"...I killed...a lot of people."
"Oh, kill me. I've killed a lot of people, and I've also killed a lot of rabbits and mice. The number of human lives in your hands should be as many as the rabbit lives in my hands."
"It's my...student."
"The rabbit was raised by me myself."
"..."
Jiang Su took out a bottle of pills from his storage bag, poured one pill out of his hand, and swallowed it.
"We are all people in the quagmire. Who has cleaner hands than the other?"
"Your memories are not complete. Everything you recall now is just a fragment. The sea of consciousness has not been restored to its original state for a day, and everything you know is the tip of the iceberg. You don't know the whole picture, so there is no need to trap yourself."
The pain in the girl's legs gradually disappeared. She supported her body and slowly sat up.
"Live. Live with me."
"..."
She extended an invitation to eternal life to him.
Jiang Su's breathing was regular and her heartbeat was regular. Her mood was far calmer than usual at this moment.
Yes, the crutches are so easy to use that I really didn’t want to throw them away for a while.
The red-clothed monk's eyes fell on Jiang Su's right leg, and there was no sadness or joy in his empty pupils.
The next moment, he was lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, looking up at the dark night, the stars and the cold moon.
Jiang Su: "..."
Qi Wu: "..."
Our Daozong guest house is just a decoration, right? The solid wood bed is full of nails, right? You can’t sleep on the beds on the first and second floors, so you have to lie down on the ground?
He felt isolated.
The next second, Qi Wu walked a few steps quickly, squatted down without thinking, and lay down on Jiang Su's other side.
"What to do?" Jiang Su asked in disgust.
"Look at the stars!" Qi Wu replied nonchalantly.
"You haven't seen enough after decades of watching?"
"The moon is in the sky, and the stars are in the dream. How can I see enough?"
"...Okay, you two have eyes, you two can look at it, I'm going to sleep."
"Are you sure you want to sleep on the ground in the yard? It's very cold at night in the Western Region. I wore a lot of clothes, that's all."
"You are vain and I am not."
"Are you serious? Your complexion is worse than mine. The bruises under your eyes are very heavy. I have always wanted to ask if someone hit you when you were young. Otherwise, why would it be so obvious?"
"..."
Jiang Su couldn't bear it anymore and controlled his spiritual consciousness to float out two heaven and earth needles from the storage bag, and directly pierced Qi Wu's legs for three miles.
"Shut up and get out."
"With your injection, I..."
"Take it up, don't talk."
Under the cold wind, the three of them lay together in the middle of the courtyard, with the sky as a quilt and the ground as a mat. In fact, they didn't know why they were doing this. It seemed that after becoming monks, they spent much more time practicing and sitting cross-legged than sleeping at night.
Not to mention admiring the moon.
"Jiang Su, can you really cure me?"
"No, shut up."
"Aren't you willing to treat it?"
"I don't want to."
Qi Wu hit a wall, but didn't take it seriously. He was somewhat used to this man's threats and harsh words.