Jiang Su looked at the arm on the ground playfully, feeling the happy atmosphere of several people in the water mirror, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
"The earth-changing talisman is embedded with my bones, and it actually has this effect. Exchanging injuries for injuries is a bit like a substitute for a puppet."
She raised her arm and her eyes stayed on the cross-section of the arm. The formation cut it irregularly. It did not cut off her entire arm, but cut it in the middle of the forearm.
At this time, all that was left of her right arm was a forearm that was half bent under the upper arm.
The girl's mouth curled up, disgust evident in her words.
"It's so ugly. It doesn't conform to the beauty of anatomy at all. What does it look like!"
Jiang Su rarely criticizes her own injuries. She has always enjoyed the joy that pain brings to her soul. Because it can prove that she is a real person and not a gadget heroine in a book.
But this kind of broken arm really doesn’t look good!
The cross section shows white meat wrapped in red meat, mixed with various tissues, and sandwiched between white ulna and radius bones.
Blood was flowing from the broken spot like a faucet.
"Faucet..." The girl whispered these three words in a low voice.
Chen Zeshen in the distance looked straight at her from the moment she lost her arm. He thought that one of the three people was going to be fed to his men, but he didn't expect that a sudden arm could turn the tide.
In the end, the three people who were besieged easily entered the underground palace without any serious injuries, but the person who was lounging next to them had a broken arm.
"Land exchange..." Savor these three words carefully.
He knew what it was, it could use an object as a medium to change places with others, but how could this thing change injuries?! He had never heard of such a thing!
He heard the girl say the word "faucet" again and was even more puzzled.
He simply asked directly: "What is a faucet? The head of a dragon in the water?"
Jiang Su raised his eyes and glanced at him, not bothering to pay attention to him, and then looked at the cross-section of his broken arm intently.
"???" This is too much. She is so arrogant. Her attitude really makes me want to strangle her to death.
Jiang Su suddenly raised his arms above his head, letting the blood flow down his pale face.
There was an irrepressible smile on the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyebrows was like a truly possessed person.
What can fascinate Jiang Su has never been beauty, nor gold, silver, or spiritual stones, but truth.
It is real pain and material loss and regain.
What's more, this is proof that I have protected the little senior sister, and it is the pain I stole from the little senior sister.
“Warming and soothing.”
Jiang Su tilted his head and put a blood coagulation pill into his mouth. The pill entered his esophagus and abdomen along with a few drops of red water.
"This is the original food in soup!" The girl was so excited that she almost fell from the chair. She held on to the edge of the table unsteadily and took advantage of her rare sobriety to swallow another flesh and blood pill.
Hands on the ground? No more? Yes!
She is the only female medical fairy in the world who has been trained since childhood to taste all kinds of herbs and has an excellent physique that is immune to all poisons.
You can make elixirs with the blood from your fingertips, let alone a broken limb.
After Jiang Su waited for his hand to grow back, he casually wiped the blood droplets from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
The girl's lips were originally lighter in color, but now they are a bit darker and her complexion looks more normal.
Jiang Su bent down and picked up the severed arm from the ground, pinched it and threw it into his storage bag. He sat back on the chair as if nothing had happened.
She looked dazed and muttered to herself, "Senior Sister has entered the underground palace. What does the underground palace look like?"
After hearing this, Chen Zeshen stood up leisurely, walked to Jiang Su's side unhurriedly, bent down and looked at her level,
"Since you want to see what the underground palace looks like, why don't you go and explore it yourself."
His voice was low and lingering, like a witch who bewitched the king and caused trouble to the country.
Jiang Su raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly, "You..."
"I...?" Chen Zeshen asked with a smile.
"I am sick, and your brain is not normal, right? You are the one who brought me here, and now you are trying to persuade me to go out. You are full and have too much salt."
Jiang Su cursed a series of people without stopping, and Chen Zeshen's smile froze on his face again.
"Disappointing!" After saying this, Chen Zeshen rolled down his sleeves, turned around and sat back down.
"Puff-" is the sound of metal penetrating something.
Chen Zeshen lowered his head slowly and saw a long needle piercing his throat. His chin was now being held up by it and could not bend any further.
Something... is oneself.
"Um……"
Where did the long needle come from? Of course it was from the back...
His pupils shrank suddenly and he slowly turned his head behind him.
I saw Jiang Suzheng looking at him with a smile, his eyebrows curved like the inverted crescent moon hanging high at night.
In the universe, the moon is cold.
"City Master Chen, you have a good neck." The girl commented seriously.
"How... how is it possible? How did you do it... It's clear that your cultivation level is far inferior to mine." Chen Zeshen's face was filled with disbelief. He was about to make a fist, but he couldn't do it.
This was impossible. He didn't believe it. The last time the two met for the first time, he himself was able to pin Jiang Su to the ground and choke him, leaving the other party unable to fight back.
He dazedly used his hands to catch the blood spurting from his neck, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.
Where is his cultivation?!
"Because..." The girl twisted the foot-long needle in her hand and rubbed it back and forth on the man's neck.
"Hahahahahahahaha why should I tell you? It's so funny, City Master Chen. It would be much easier for my little senior sister to explore the underground palace if you were dead, hahahahahaha"
She pulled out the long needle and admired with satisfaction the blood faucet that was bleeding from the round hole on Chen Zeshen's neck.
Haha, I am a medical practitioner, how can I fight with others hand to hand? I have to outwit them! I have to poison them! Otherwise, why would I stay up late refining elixirs? I would really be a wet nurse for hundreds of people.
It doesn't matter if your cultivation level is higher than mine. Once the weak tendons are released, your whole person will be dull and weak. You won't be able to use your magic power and cultivation level.
Flesh and blood are the foundation of life. If you don't cultivate flesh and blood and only cultivate Qi, you won't live long.
She took out another earth-changing talisman from her sleeve, used it to wrap a spiritual stone, threw it on the ground, and performed the magic with one hand.
The next second, a nine-foot-tall man in red who looked like a monk appeared in the secret room.
Jiang Su gave Chen Zeshen a kick and knocked him to the ground.
Fang Zhe looked puzzled and looked at the person lying on the ground seriously. He didn't know this person, so why was he lying on the ground like this.
"The ground is very hard and uncomfortable..." he muttered.
"What?" Jiang Su didn't hear clearly. He knelt down and wiped the special three-inch needle in his hand on Chen Zeshen's moon-white robe.
Fang Zhe also squatted beside Chen Zeshen and watched Jiang Su apply the needle.
"You..." Chen Zeshen felt his whole body gradually becoming colder, warm liquid overflowed from his neck, and his shoulders were soaked.
His eyelids were fighting, he had no last words, and his death was scrawled.
What does it feel like to kill someone?
Jiang Su couldn't tell her before because she had never killed anyone.
In her previous life, she was a good boy. She only endorsed books, ate, slept and played games all day long. She had nothing to do with committing crimes.
In the first fifteen years of her life, she was also a good baby in the sect. She used medicine to save people, but she never even got into a fight.
But now she knows.
It turns out that when a person really wants to kill someone, she will not have any passionate emotions such as excitement and excitement.
She will be as quiet as a puddle of rotten water soaked with the bodies of gulls and herons, and the rotten stench and fishy smell will hide the murderous intent in the winding and twists and turns.
You will even want to manually turn off your adrenaline secretion.
When the time comes, she will transform into a hound and bite off the prey's trachea with her sharp teeth.
Looking at the vacant look in the prey's eyes, he memorized the physical signs of death in detail.
Death is when time stops for a person.
"He will never have a follow-up plot, and I will replace him."
