Legend of the Dragon King: The Holy Sword Maker

Chapter 133 You and Her on the Hospital Bed

Yuanen Yehui had been guarding outside Tang Wulin's door since she was sent back by Zhao Mingyu last time. Although she was a person with a great contract spirit, there was no way she could leave last time.

"Bang!" Something seemed to fall from the next door of the yard!
"What's going on..." Yuan En Ye Hui walked towards the voice, but saw a scene that shocked her. The battle armor was completely shattered, and there was blood flowing on the ground.

"Mingyu?" Yuanen Yehui yelled and quickly helped him up.

"Wake up...Is your heart still beating?" Yuan En Ye Hui put his ear on Zhao Mingyu's heart regardless of the filth on Zhao Mingyu's body.

"Five seconds~"

"Ten seconds..."

Yuan En Ye Hui seemed to have petrified his body. He was still together tomorrow morning, and he could practice together tomorrow, but why...why didn't his heart beat...

Tears slipped from the corners of the eyes uncontrollably, falling down like pearls...

"Boom..." There was a faint heartbeat.

"It's great to be alive, it's great to be alive." Yuan En Ye Hui.

Tang Wulin had just absorbed the power of the medicine when she heard crying outside. She walked out curiously, only feeling her body go limp, and rushed towards that side.

"Mingyu?" If it wasn't for his breath, he might not be able to recognize the skinny, inhuman figure in front of him.

"Yes, call Na'er." Tang Wulin took out his phone in a panic and called Na'er.

"Sister Wulin, what's the matter?" Na'er quickly connected the phone.

"Call quickly, Holy Spirit Douluo is here to save Mingyu... Na'er, we are in the work-student dormitory." Tang Wulin said with a sob.

"What? What's wrong with my brother!" Na'er hurriedly got up to call Ya Li.

Tang Wulin didn't care about Yuanen Yehui sitting in front, and stroked Zhao Mingyu's face with trembling fingers, which was as creepy as a skeleton.

"He's still alive...he'll be fine." Yuan En Ye Hui murmured.

"This is, evil and dark breath, Mingyu fought with something." Tang Wulin said.

Yuan En Ye Hui found the sword next to her thigh this time: "What kind of weapon is this..."

Zhao Mingyu was in a state of chaos now, he couldn't let himself pass out, and reached out to grab the last light...

"Am I drowning? Am I in the place of my life? What did I do just now?" Zhao Mingyu found that his memory was incomplete.

With air bubbles out of his mouth, he remembered that he could breathe in water, without thinking so much, he swam towards the place with light, when his hand was close to the light, his body trembled and he came to himself.

"Mingyu!"

"Mingyu!"

Two girlish voices called to him, one after another, annoying to death.

"Be quiet!" Zhao Mingyu muttered to himself.

"Mingyu?" The second daughter showed a surprised expression.

"It's so noisy! Until now, can't I die peacefully?" Zhao Mingyu's hand hit Tang Wulin's jade leg!
"What are you talking about, Mingyu!" Yuanen Yehui felt something was wrong, Zhao Mingyu had no desire to live anymore.

Tears fell on Zhao Mingyu's face, and the wish to get them had already been conveyed to Zhao Mingyu's heart.

Zhao Mingyu slowly opened his eyes... "Don't cry..."

At this moment, Yali had brought Na'er to the work-study student dormitory, and Na'er stayed where she was with her red lips slightly parted.

Yali released the praying angel, the four-character combat armor emerged, and the light green soul power entered Zhao Mingyu's body to heal him.

...

The broken battle armor fell one by one.

"Xiao Mingyu, his vitality was sucked away, and then he sucked it back for some reason, so he can still survive now." Ya Li thought to herself.

Na'er went over and asked them how they found Zhao Mingyu.

Vigorous vitality was injected into Zhao Mingyu's body, and his body gradually became full. He was still very thin, but he looked much better than before.

Seeing that Zhao Mingyu was recovering well, the group also breathed a sigh of relief.

A yellow-green light surrounded Zhao Mingyu, and Yali brought him back to the Sea God Pavilion.

Tang Wulin took back his combat armor and hurriedly followed.

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Mingyu came to his senses, and what he cared about was who helped him change his clothes, he couldn't figure it out...

He was alone in the room, the walls were really white, and there was a nice smell.

Zhao Mingyu wanted to celebrate his birthday, but found out that he was a bastard who couldn't move at all. Yali knew that Zhao Mingyu was a restless master, so she set a limit, at least for the next two days, Zhao Mingyu had to lie down obediently.

"Ah, it's so boring, let's practice." Zhao Mingyu began to circulate his soul power, and the soul power circulated along the meridians, and it was still very smooth.

Na'er gently opened the door and walked in quietly.

"It's Na'er..." Zhao Mingyu said.

Na'er placed the chair on Zhao Mingyu's bedside, and asked concerned: "Is there any discomfort?"

"Well, it's almost ready." Zhao Mingyu replied.

At this time, Tang Wulin and Yuanen Yehui also walked in, sitting next to Zhao Mingyu respectively. For some reason, they intuitively told him that it was very dangerous now.

"Why do you all come to see me, I have nothing to do..." Zhao Mingyu said suspiciously.

Tang Wulin became anxious when he said this, "At that time, you said you didn't want to live anymore, so I might not be worried."

"Ah, what happened again? By the way, where is the Flame Demon Sword?" Zhao Mingyu asked.

"I'm here." Yuan En Ye Hui said.

"And what exactly did you go through, what kind of opponent is it that hurt you like this?" Yuan En Ye Hui worried.

"Mingyu, all your battle armors are broken, and they are completely unusable. You can only forge them all again. Only the soul sage and Contra can have such strength..." Tang Wulin put his guess Speak up.

Na'er held Zhao Mingyu's left hand tightly, showing the same doubts, "Brother, why don't you just use space teleportation to run away."

A bitter smile finally appeared on Zhao Mingyu's face.

"I lost this battle. If the opponent wasn't greedy, I might already be a mummy. Maybe it was because I didn't want to be reconciled that I fought him to the end!"

"The demon's name is Louis. He is a very powerful monster. During the battle, his swift and strong attack cut off my martial soul. It was my mental vibration that made me lose my mind. Maybe it was right to run away at that time. "Zhao Mingyu narrated calmly.

"How is it possible that the martial soul is shattered? If the martial soul is shattered, how are you going to kill him?" Yuanen Yehui said excitedly. She simply could not accept that Zhao Mingyu's holy sword would be cut off.

"Yuanen... Take a deep breath..." Tang Wulin patted her on the back lightly.

"Brother, that devil..." Na'er asked.

"Anyway, I took his sword away in the end and killed him." Zhao Mingyu laughed a few times, and then suddenly coughed.

"Really, can't you speak softly!" Na'er input her soul power to help Zhao Mingyu guide her.

Na'er took out DiDiye and said with a smile, "Brother, stretch out your hand!"

The corner of Zhao Mingyu's mouth twitched, and then he slowly stretched out his left hand.

After the drip was administered, they bid farewell to Zhao Mingyu, allowing him to recover from his injuries.

(End of this chapter)