There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 214 Clean World

He Ping quietly looked back at Shang Jiuge on the bed.

At the same time, Shang Jiuge had turned over and got out of bed.

But it never occurred to him that Shang Jiuge only took one step forward, and then fell straight to the ground.

He Ping didn't move, just watched Shang Jiuge kiss the floor intimately.

Then he smiled and said, "How is it? How do you feel?"

"I feel bad." Shang Jiuge fell to the ground, and then couldn't even get up for a while, she simply rolled on the ground and turned her face up: "What did you do to me? "

Even when Shang Jiuge uttered this question, he didn't show much panic.

Obviously she couldn't even walk steadily, and she couldn't turn over easily.

But when he said this, his tone was still very flat.

And she believed that He Ping would answer her.

So He Ping also answered her: "I am treating your illness."

"You said it earlier, if this is the case, then I won't cure it." Shang Jiuge looked at the ceiling and said seriously, and then she thought for a while: "What are you baking? It's so delicious, can you feed me a piece?"

So He Ping really took another pair of chopsticks and put a piece of roast pork belly into Shang Jiuge's mouth.

Shang Jiuge opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it twice and swallowed it: "Mm, it's delicious."

"delicious."

"Much tastier than mine."

Shang Jiuge used these three sentences to accurately locate He Ping's craftsmanship.

He Ping smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

Shang Jiuge was lying on the ground, the girl's expression was really calm, it was the kind of expression that I either fell on the ground and couldn't get up, but I just wanted to look at the scenery on the ground: "What's wrong with me?"

Shang Jiuge continued to ask.

Saying this, Shang Jiuge looked at Ningxia next to him.

The difference from Shang Jiuge is that Shang Jiuge is facing up, while Ningxia is lying on the chair with his head down. Seeing Shang Jiuge looking at her, Ningxia can turn his head and return Shang Jiuge's smile.

In short, both of them are very pitiful, and they don't seem to be able to move much.

"What's the matter with her?"

"It's a long story to tell." He Ping said quietly, "But it's simple."

"I should be responsible for you, but Fang Bie is responsible for Ningxia."

"It's a bit weird to say that." Shang Jiuge said, "But I have a lot of time now, you can tell me."

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Do you know anything about your body?" He Ping said looking at Shang Jiuge.

"Body?" Shang Jiuge repeated this sentence, then shook his head: "I don't understand."

"You have always claimed that your illness was carried in the womb, but do you know what your illness is?" He Ping continued.

"Isn't he born with all veins cut off, it is extremely difficult to practice, and he has to bear a huge price?" Shang Jiuge asked rhetorically.

"You only know one, but not the other." He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge and said with a smile.

She picked up a piece of freshly roasted venison with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth, then took out a small porcelain cup as white as jade, and poured three cups of clear wine on the table. To Shang Jiuge: "Do you want a drink?"

He Ping asked quietly.

Shang Jiuge shook his head: "I don't know how to drink, I haven't."

"Do you want to drink?" He Ping continued to ask.

Shang Jiuge thought for a while: "I can learn."

So He Ping sent the glass of wine to Shang Jiuge's singer, and Shang Jiuge held the wine glass, but at this time the girl's movements were like marionettes, unusually stiff and uncoordinated.

She tried hard to control every muscle of her, which was the easiest thing for the original Shang Jiuge, because few people in this world can control her body better than her, but now, she is like Like a toddler.

After waking up this time, Shang Jiuge felt that he had entered a new realm.

It's hard to empathize with the horror of the unknown if you don't experience it yourself.

In the end, little by little, the girl insisted on slowly moving the wine cup to her small mouth, opened it, and let it pour in.

The entrance is not as spicy as imagined, but a slightly numbing mellow aroma, which slowly burns after entering the throat.

Shang Jiuge swallowed the glass of wine, then nodded: "It feels pretty good."

"What about you?" He Ping watched Shang Jiuge finish the glass of wine with difficulty, and then turned to Ningxia.

Ning Xia nodded, and took the glass of wine from He Ping. She was fine, but said that her back was serious and it was difficult to move.

Seeing that both of them had drunk, He Ping nodded in satisfaction.

"This kind of disease that cuts off all veins is so rare in the world that there is no unified name until now."

"After all, it is the doctor who names the disease, not the patient. You and I are both patients. It cannot be called Shang Jiuge's disease or He Ping's disease."

"This kind of disease is like an early death. The rest of the patient will be very fragile and easy to die. Even if he grows up, he will always be weak and sickly. It is not a good disease in itself." He Ping said quietly.

Shang Jiuge listened quietly.

The so-called sympathy for the same disease probably means that they are really suffering from the same disease, so that they can empathize with everything the other party says.

"So being able to grow up is really rare and painful." He Ping continued.

"However, there is only one good thing about this disease."

"That is to cut off all veins, and it is easier to get close to the world and feel the world."

"This kind of intimacy and feeling is first reflected in the body and imitation."

"If you can survive with this disease, then from the age of three or four, the patient will be extremely sensitive to everything in the world. In his senses, the world will become slower and slower and more beautiful .”

"You can see the changes of the spring flowers and autumn moon clearly, the trajectory of every fallen leaf and withering, of course it will be transformed into a large one. You can clearly see every sword move of those who practice swords, and you can also distinguish their every move. The movement of a muscle, and then deduce the flaws and limitations of this sword move."

"If you can see others clearly, then of course you can see yourself clearly."

"You also know your every move and know how to better control your body."

"Know how to perform the most beautiful movement with the least effort."

"In other words, what about people with this strange disease."

"As long as you get through the first few years that are the hardest to survive."

"Then, when he is practicing martial arts, while others are still crawling on the ground, he has already walked like flying, entered the hall and entered the room, and even entered the realm of everyone."

Saying this, He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge: "Of course, you are luckier than me in that you were born on Mount Hua, and you were raised by Shangli. You can see the most powerful sword in the world since you were young."

"So, you're stronger than I was when I was 17."

(End of this chapter)