Lin Yuan spread out her delicate palms and stared blankly: "No..."
Bai Lian coughed lightly, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then this is not a bad thing. Sister Lin Yuan can also move freely."
Lin Yuan came back from the shock, her blue eyes stared at Bai Lian's face, and her legs unconsciously rubbed gently under her robe.
Damn it!
I showed this boy a thorough look last time in the lake, and now these human legs were unknowingly transformed into a human body, giving this boy a thorough look again.
If you think about it this way, wouldn't it mean that your whole body has been exposed to him?
Lin Yuan's pretty face suddenly burned like a cloud of fire.
Bai Lian coughed lightly and said hurriedly: "It's been a night, and I don't know if Jin Sheng is awake yet. I'll go check on him."
Jinsheng also woke up early this morning. The moment Bailian entered the crypt, he saw his deathly gray face, as if his soul had been drained out.
Balian frowned slightly, something suddenly sounded, and he quickly took out the Yuanli Sword and gave it to him: "Don't worry, I have found your sword for you."
Unexpectedly, Jinsheng, who cherished his sword as much as his life, had eyes as if he were dead.
He lowered his head and glanced at Yuan Lijian, and said with undulating lips: "Take it away and throw it as far away as possible."
Balian was shocked and said: "Are you kidding me?"
Meng Zifei also looked at him with bewildered eyes.
Tianxi Thirteen Swords, each sword has extremely important meaning to its owner.
The sword is as strong as the man, and the sword remains when the man dies.
This sentence is definitely not just talk.
But now he said, take the Yuan Sword farther away?
Meng Zifei glanced at Jinsheng with a complicated expression and sighed helplessly.
Balian immediately frowned and looked at Meng Zifei and asked, "What exactly happened?"
Just as Meng Zifei opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Jin Sheng in a self-deprecating tone: "My right hand...is useless."
His tone was very calm, as calm as death.
He stared blankly at the sword that had been with him for hundreds of years...the sword that symbolized the highest glory and dignity in the world.
His pale cheeks turned pale with pain, and he moved his lips with difficulty, but did not say a word.
Meng Zifei sighed and said: "Little brother Si Chen doesn't know that the two beasts Yang Zhao and Huang Kang took advantage of Thirteen Swordsman's serious injuries to break his right hand tendon that was finally repaired, and they are still there.
The sword that severed the hand tendon was smeared with black magic poison."
"Black magic poison?"
"Well, that is an extremely rare poisonous weed that grows in Zhao State. As long as the wound is contaminated with half of this poison, there is no possibility of repair.
Even though Mr. Thirteen Swordsmen drew his sword many times and broke his hand tendons several times, it is not difficult to recover as long as the spiritual energy in the body is sufficient.
However, with the interference of the black demon poison, the connection between the spiritual power in the body and the right hand was interrupted.
As time goes by, Lord Thirteen Swords' right hand will gradually wither and fall like a flower that has lost its moisture. Not to mention holding the sword...it is even very difficult to carry water."
Meng Zifei's heavy words made Jinsheng's face twitch hard, and the depths of his eyes seemed to be filled with blood from the heartache.
Balian didn't say anything. He knelt down and looked at Jin Sheng, who was sitting decadently leaning on the stone wall.
As soon as he raised the Yuanli Sword in his hand, he trembled violently, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, his expression changed drastically and he said: "Take it farther away!"
"Trash." Balian slowly uttered two words with a calm expression.
Meng Zifei was stunned, wondering why this little brother spoke so bluntly?
When had Jinsheng been so insulted? A terrifying anger suddenly surged between his brows.
Then he remembered something again, and his anger disappeared quickly. He opened his empty eyes and sneered: "Yes, you are right, I am just a waste, a waste that brings harm to my compatriots!
They used my sword seal to attract the other Thirteen Swords of Tianxi here. If...if something happens to my brothers and sisters, I...it wouldn't be a pity if I died ten thousand times."
Jinsheng blamed himself and felt ashamed to an extent that could not be more severe.
As a result, Balian looked at him seriously and said seriously: "Don't worry, it won't happen. Not everyone in the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi is as useless and incompetent as you. Even if they are really attracted here, they can still use all their abilities."
And retreat."
Even though he knew that what Bai Lian was telling was the truth, it still hurt Jin Sheng's heart to say it openly.
He glanced at Balian with a slight twitch in his mouth, thinking that this little corpse demon had only spent one night with the female evil star, and his venomous tongue skills were really growing day by day.
Balian pushed the Yuanli Sword very forcefully into his left hand and said calmly: "If you can't hold the sword with your right hand, then use your left hand. It's just a broken hand. It's not a big deal."
Jin Sheng was furious: "What do you mean it's just a broken hand? I have been practicing the sword with my right hand for three hundred years. Now that I have fallen seriously, and I am asked to hold the sword with my left hand, isn't that the same as returning to the sword?"
It’s like starting over from the starting point!”
Balian said seriously: "If you think this is the case, then start over."
Jinsheng said angrily: "It's easy to say! I have ordinary spiritual roots and clumsy qualifications. My brothers and sisters are stronger than me and are getting farther and farther away from me. Now if you ask me to start over, how can I
Only then can we stand side by side with them!"
Balian shook his head and said: "It is not easy to say it, because for me, I must do it when I say it. There are thousands of people in the world with lower spiritual roots than you, but they are still moving forward.
But you can't even stand up, how can you stand shoulder to shoulder with your brothers and sisters?"
Bai Lian took out the golden vine hairpin from the green jade and said: "Actually, you should be lucky, because Jin Sheng, you only lost one hand, but Lin Guiyuan had his head chopped off.
Throwing it into the river, what he lost was his life.
He already... doesn't even have the chance to start over again. If you want to give up, I will never stop you. Just pull out the sword and cause the catastrophe. Anyway, the sword soul of Yuanli Sword will never be erased.
You can still wait for its next owner.”
Jin Sheng clenched the sword in his hand, feeling confused for a moment. He looked pale and said, "I don't know... I don't know if I can go on. This road is too difficult."
Balian patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "There will always be a way."
"It's not good! I smell a lot of sirens and crows! They are chasing me!" Lin Yuan hurried to the crypt and said with a heavy face: "We must leave here as soon as possible!"
Jinsheng lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand, and said with a bitter smile: "It's the same no matter where you escape. The methods of those two people are really weird. They were able to pull out a ray of Yuan Lijian's breath. With this ray of breath,
They can find our location quickly."
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