After I was reborn, I became a supporting villain

Chapter 297 [Two Hundred Nine Seventeen] Coma

Qing Ci glanced at his left arm in a daze, which was in the mouth of Zhu Wu, whose teeth had already been embedded in the flesh, and blood splashed from around his teeth.

Qingci smiled bitterly, and said, "Bite it, even if you bite my heart, I won't die."

Zhu Wu seemed to understand Qing Ci's words, and suddenly let go of Qing Ci and threw Qing Ci out.

Qingci fell to the ground and slid three miles away before stopping.

She just felt dizzy and dizzy, her eyes were blurred, she seemed to be unable to see anything, or maybe it was blurred by blood, at this moment she just felt hot all over, burning pain filled her whole body, and her bones seemed to be falling apart.

She frowned and wanted to get up several times, but fell down again because of her inability to do what she wanted.

Qing Ci kept panting, turned his head and looked weakly at Wu Wu not far away, only to see that he was still entangled by his own fox fire, with a painful and distorted expression on his face.

The 梼杌 rolled around and collided with it, and almost all the trees in the surrounding forest were about to be broken by him.

Qingci looked at Wuwu's eyes, shining like stars. Qingci's eyes are blurry now, and he can only roughly see the outline and movement of objects, and the eyes of Wuwu are too obvious and almost invisible.

Qing Ci swallowed, gritted his teeth, half propped himself up, holding the blood-stained red dagger, and threw it towards Zhu Wu's eyes.

Qingci seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then fell to the ground.

Hearing a whimper, Qingci knew that he had missed it.

She felt the vibration on the ground getting stronger and stronger, and she ran straight towards her release line.

Qing Ci knew that Wu Wu had come and came to settle accounts with her, but she had no strength left.

She closed her eyes, lay on the ground, and couldn't stop muttering, "Yunyu..."

Then Qingci's consciousness became blurred.

Darkness, wrapping, dampness, pain, tearing, all struck together...

Qingci didn't know what was wrong with him at the moment, or even if he was still alive.

"Qingci..." Someone called him.

"Who?" Qingci struggled.

Suddenly, she landed on a patch of snow, the blood was spotless, and an inexplicable chill suddenly hit Qingci's whole body.

Qingci couldn't help shivering, she tightened her body and hugged her knees.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." An old man came from a distance.

"You... who are you?" Qing Ci looked at the old man walking towards her and asked.

"Do you see who I am?" The old man walked over with a smile.

Qing Ci looked at his features carefully, it was so familiar yet so strange, "Are you... that beggar in Chang'an City?"

The old man just smiled and didn't speak.

Qing Ci suddenly changed his words, "No, you are... the storyteller in Chang'an City?"

The old man still smiled kindly and looked at Qingci.

Qingci suddenly realized again, "No, you are...you are Mr. Yin Yang invited by the prefect of Shuzhou."

The old man finally spoke, and said kindly, "Look again, who am I?"

Qing Ci looked carefully again, and then said slowly, "Are you... the abbot of Prajna?"

The old man finally laughed out loud, "I'm not any of those people you mentioned, and I'm any of them."

Qingci was puzzled and looked at him suspiciously.

The two were silent for a while, then Abbot Banruo suddenly smiled and said, "Come in and sit in the temple, it's cold outside."

(End of this chapter)