Tang Yan woke up in bursts of severe pain, snorting and moaning intermittently.
His brows were furrowed, his body was shaking slightly, and he felt as if he was being drowned by billions of ants.
They were gnawing cruelly at their own skin, flesh, and bones, even their skulls and brains.
The pain was beyond words, causing Tang Yan's whole body to convulse, and he trembled to dig and scratch his body.
"Are you awake?" A cold voice drifted into my ears.
Tang Yan opened his eyes drowsily, a simple action of opening his eyes, but it seemed that he had used all his strength to open his eyes four or five times before he could barely open them.
In the blurry vision of the blood mist, there was an unclear outline of a woman.
Lan was lying on a hammock made of tree vines. Her voluptuous and tall figure was extremely hot. She was playing with a red brocade box. There were some jade bottles scattered around her. Each jade bottle exuded strong spiritual power.
On one of the tree vines, there is also a golden belt - a golden lock.
She removed Tang Yan's golden lock and poured out all the spiritual source liquid and other treasures inside. She was playing with the space brocade box and eating the spiritual source liquid, enjoying herself very much.
"Where am I?" Tang Yan stared for a long time before he recognized Lan. However, his whole body was in severe pain, his consciousness was groggy, and he might fall into coma again at any time.
"Don't worry, it's very safe here. It's not Cerberus, Thousand Years Mountain, or the territory of the Corpse Royal Family. This... is my territory..."
Lan elegantly shook her finger and pointed at the spacious and unique room. This was a house made entirely of giant trees, exuding the fragrance and freshness of flowers, with little bits of aura floating around. There was a misty light coming from the gaps on the roof.
Invest the time to embellish the atmosphere of the room just right.
Tang Yan raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the jade bottle of spiritual source liquid hanging next to Lan: "...mine..."
"It's mine now." Lan Yanran smiled, picked up a jade bottle with her slender fingers, and played with it. "Do you want it?"
"You need...more..." Tang Yan was very weak and was saving spiritual source liquid to replenish his spiritual power and energy so that he could recover as quickly as possible.
"What about the conditions?"
"...Your life..." Tang Yan narrowed his left eye slightly.
Lan chuckled and pointed the whip in her hand at Tang Yan's left eye: "I know your secrets well. I don't want to suffer, so just lie down there and behave yourself."
"……what do you want……"
"Well, I don't know how to say it." Lan thought carefully for a while and smiled slightly: "I will help you clean up the battlefield and deal with all the things you left behind. I will ensure that no one will come from the battlefield.
I found the traces you left on me. You should thank me for this, right?"
"...Thank you..." Tang Yan was very weak and really didn't have the energy to chat with her.
"I didn't take you back to Thousand Years Mountain, otherwise those old demons would never have made you feel better, at least they wouldn't have nursed you back to health as quietly as you do now. You should thank me for this, right?"
"……Thanks……"
"I didn't send you to Cangwu Abyss, the territory of the Corpse Royal Family. I saved your life, right? Shouldn't you be thanking me for this?"
"……Thanks……"
"Okay, these three thanks mean you owe me three lives, right?"
"……right……"
"The debt of life requires life to repay. This is the simplest truth. You should understand?"
"……clear……"
"Good boy, so good boy." Lan smiled brightly and continued to ask, "Should you be more honest with your savior?"
"yes."
"The question is simple. I'll ask it and you'll answer it. What's your status in the Demon Spirit Clan?" Lan is very curious and sensitive about this aspect. Even if you are of the blood of the Golden Ancient Clan, no matter how many trump cards you have, but
The possibility of using the semi-holy realm to massacre the holy realm is almost zero, at least she has never heard of it in her experience.
But Tang Yan did it, so... his status will not be low...
"I said it, do you believe it?"
"How do you know if I believe it or not if you don't tell me?" Lan gently shook the vine hammock and said with profound meaning: "A mountain man like me secretly harbors a strong demon spirit, but his life is in danger. I am now
My little heart is still beating wildly. If you make me nervous or unhappy again, I might do something terrible."
"I'm about to... die... first... give me... that..." Tang Yan's consciousness was spinning, and his vision became increasingly hazy.
Lan looked at him for a while, as if he was not cheating, got down from the hammock, walked to Tang Yan's bed, and put a bottle of spiritual source liquid to his mouth. "Come on a little first, moisturize your body, behave well, I
I’ll give you more.”
Tang Yan suddenly used all his strength to suck down a whole bottle, and then... he closed his eyes, completely closed his self-awareness, locked his six senses, and began to concentrate on refining, regardless of it.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need for him to worry about Lan. Everything is focused on recovery. Because he is sure that Lan will not kill him at this stage, otherwise he would have done it long ago.
Lan stretched out her jade finger and pressed Tang Yan's head, and found that he had closed himself off: "Hey, the little guy is quite smart."
Tang Yan closed himself up and worked hard to guide the spiritual source fluid to flow through his meridians.
This hard-fought battle allowed him to see his true strength, but squeezing his potential, overusing the ancient sword, and overloading the body-destroying technique all caused serious damage to his body.
His body was skinny and skinny, his skin was sallow and colorless, and he was completely out of shape.
It can be said that it is not much lighter than the trauma suffered by the Kappa in the fierce battle.
Moreover, although the spiritual source liquid played a vital role in the battle, otherwise I would not be able to withstand a battle of that scale even if I had several lives, but the continuous swallowing and random refining have brought serious damage to the body.
The negative effect is that a large amount of resentment has settled in the body and blood. The impact can be imagined, and it is also slowing down Tang Yan's current recovery speed.
Therefore, rather than saying that he killed the sky-swallowing bird, it is better to say that he exchanged his life for another life, exchanged multiple lives for one life.
Tang Yan is now weak and embarrassed. He needs to rest and practice quietly.
Lan lay back on the hammock, unconsciously playing with the red brocade box taken out of Tang Yan's golden lock. Her beautiful eyes were filled with complexity and coldness, and she looked at Tang Yan on the hospital bed absentmindedly.
She was silently making choices, thinking and making judgments.
During the battle in the wilderness, she witnessed Tang Yan's strength with her own eyes, witnessed his endless terrifying martial arts skills, and truly understood the terror of this man.
I have to admit that while watching the battle, the shock in Lan's heart never dissipated.
No matter what secret method, medicine or method Tang Yan used, he really did it, and no one could match it.
Killing a saint with a semi-saint?!
but……
Apart from being shocked, Lan still had another emotion in her heart - regret!
She regretted that she rushed into the wilderness without knowing the importance and saw such a battle. If she couldn't see it, she would be out of sight and out of mind. Everything would be normal. She would continue to be the leader of Qiantose Mountain and continue to deliberately harm Cerberus.
Continue to sprint towards the holy realm and continue to do what you want to do as you please.
But I saw... I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.
Based on Tang Yan's situation at that time, if he pretended that nothing happened and felt a little bit sorry in his heart, after all, Tang Yan was seriously injured and unconscious and left there dry, it would definitely be more dangerous than anything else. Not only would he be frightened by the strong men who came over,
It was discovered that the remaining traces at the scene would make him a public enemy of all parties.
Even if you escape with your life, you will still be in trouble.
(At least that’s what she thought. She didn’t know there were guardians in Tang Yan’s new world.)
But what if I pass by? Save or kill?
Just kill him. It's a pity that she's a little bit reluctant to let go of him. She still wants to fight for such a man...
Save him, he will definitely be in endless trouble, after all, the demon spirit tribe is involved.
Bringing him back to Thousand Years Mountain? Definitely not, those monsters will never give up easily.
Taking it to the deep mountains and old forests to hide it? Not even possible.
Lan was smiling on the surface, but secretly she was endlessly troubled. But she finally walked over, and the spirit whip swept Tang Yan away, cleaned up the traces, and brought him to the mine in this exquisite mountain range.
But, what next? How to deal with it?
Lan was confused.
"It's been a long time since I've been like this, think about it carefully." Lan lay on the hammock, looking at Tang Yan intently, thinking secretly, and unconsciously 'tickling' the red brocade box with her fingertips.
But she didn't know that her small action at this moment saved millions of lives!
As the fingertips passed over the brocade box again and again, and the brocade box was opened and closed again and again, waves of space power spread invisibly and unintentionally, disappearing into the void, giving the Eternal Beast Mountain, which was desperately struggling in the turbulence of the void, precision.
’s spatial coordinates.
PS: On the first day of December, a new journey begins, calling for basic flowers.