Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Zhuodong said, "Then why do I think you are watching a dead person?"

Or someone who should be dead.

Jing Jiu's lips slowly raised up, forming a very beautiful arc, and answered with a polite smile.

"Your face is indeed beautiful, but don't treat it as a weapon against me. The concept of good-looking is just a choice for better bloodlines when life continues..."

Wen Wu said, "And I'm not interested in these things."

Jing Jiu thought what she said made sense, but was not interested.

He doesn't like to listen to reason or speak, so he only said something to Zhao Layue.

And he had heard the same truths many years ago, and those were annoying memories that he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to see her, but was not ready to meet her. Unexpectedly, due to the situation, he met again, and was so close that he was right in front of him.

What to do? Jing Jiu closed his eyes directly.

I didn't expect him to react like this after winter.

She looked at Jing Jiu's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.

——Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an ugly face.

Neither the mind of Tao nor the mind of Zen completely erase the things in the deepest part of life. Forgetting affection is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understood this truth more than anyone else, so she could naturally accept it easily, so she looked at Jing Jiu's face for a long time.

The stars are quiet and eternal, but they change with time and the light and darkness. When the morning light gradually grows, they quietly disappear.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

He used his sword to see himself and confirmed that there was no problem with the internal organs sewn in his body.

Then he looked at his toes and tried to move, and found that the big thumb on his right foot could be reflexed on his own.

After a night, the gray bundles in the vertebrae were finally connected, which was the most important thing.

He slowly put away his right leg, his movements were slow and clumsy, and very stiff, like a puppet imitating humans.

He bent his right leg and stepped on the beach. He slowly turned around, his palm fell, supported his body, and then rose inch by inch.

His movements were so slow that the picture looked like it slowed down dozens of times.

After winter said, "You are like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her and continued to do her movements intently until she finally became a sitting position.

This simple action made his face pale and his eyebrows slightly frown.

It is bound to be the most extreme pain to make his expression change.

When he was sewing the wound yesterday, he used the Zen skills of Guocheng Temple to seal his six consciousnesses.

When he had just broken through to the Chengyi realm at the top of the Shenmao Peak, he encountered a thunderstorm, which was to use this method to avoid being stunned by the thunder.

However, closing the six consciousnesses will have serious impacts on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles and even meridians.

If Jing Jiu wants to recover as soon as possible, he can only give up and persevere with his will.

Fortunately, he never lacks the will.

He took a deep breath of salty sea breeze, confirmed that the suture of the internal organs did not crack, his face turned slightly better, his palm fell on his winter hair, and stroked it twice.

After winter, he opened his eyes wide and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu raised his palm.

Countless extremely thin silk threads were pulled out by his palms, floating softly in the sea breeze, shining with a beautiful luster.

These silk threads are also heavenly silk, but I don’t know how they can be pulled out of his body after winter.

"You like to run around, so you must tie you up first."

Jing Jiu wrapped the silk in his hand around his body during the winter, as if he was wrapped in a cloth.

After winter, I naturally knew that he didn't mean this and said, "I heard that you used this method to save Bai Zao in the snowfield back then."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but this can't save you."

The realm of the West Sea Sword God is countless times higher than that of Luo Huainan who sneaked into Bai Zao.

The injury during winter was countless times heavier than Bai Zao at the time.

The secret method of Tiancan Cocoon and Shuiyue's reclining can only stabilize her injuries, but it cannot be cured.

Zhuodong stared at his eyes and said, "Who are you? Jingyang actually left all the ancient Danzhu scriptures to you... Are you the descendant of him and Nan Wang?"

Jing Jiu thought that he shouldn't have come because he was still in such trouble. Naturally, he wouldn't answer her. He lowered his head and continued his hand movements, wrapping the thread on her body, getting thicker and thicker, and the position became higher and higher. After passing his chest and neck, he was about to reach his face.

"If you want to block my mouth by the way, you can try it."

The eyes of winter became quiet and terrifying.

She did not have the catchphrase like Aoyama disciple, and her tone was very calm.

But there must be her position among the top three who have killed the most hands in Chaotian Continent, so her threat should be more real and powerful.

Jing Jiu thought about it, changed his original plan, and wrapped Tian Jiansi along her face.

Not long after, a large cocoon appeared on the beach.

The winter face is exposed, like a baby in a swaddling clothes.

Very cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the Tian silk back to her waist, tied a button there, tied the other end to his wrist, then summoned the iron sword and stood up with difficulty.

His face pale again, his eyebrows frowned.

He walked into the woods behind the beach with the winter.

More precisely, it is not walking, it is moving.

Fortunately, the position of his tie is very accurate, and the balance of the cocoon is perfect and does not affect his walking.

In the evening, he finally walked out of the woods.

About two or three miles away.

The newly changed cloth was wet with the oozing blood again.

Jing Jiu has adapted to this level of pain and no longer frowns, but his speed cannot be faster.

At this time, he couldn't even control his sword, let alone use his Netherworld Immortal Sword, and could only use his feet to slowly move his body.

Outside the woods is a mud road, which is rugged and uneven. The wheels and cow hoof prints have faded. It seems that few people come here on weekdays.

Jing Jiu walked slowly towards the distance while carrying the winter.

He remembered the journey when he left the small mountain village with Liu Shisai and followed Shi Mo to return to the green mountains. He didn't understand why he thought he was walking very well at that time.
Chapter completed!