Alien Arms Dealer

After Song Qiheng took the antidote elixir, the corpse poison on the wound was quickly removed. However, seeing those corpses that could not be killed, he suddenly had a headache.

Wen Xiuyuan said: "Second Young Master, you should be able to escape from here alone, right?"

Song Qiheng was taken aback, "Doctor Wen, what do you mean?"

"It means...leave me alone, run away alone!" Wen Xiuyuan sighed, "Take me, it's a burden!

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"Are you kidding? If I leave you alone and run away, am I still a man?" Song Qiheng clenched the sword in his hand, "Even if I die, I will protect you!"

"Second Young Master, you..." Wen Xiuyuan couldn't help but said, "You don't have to do this at all, after all, between us... can only be regarded as ordinary friends... You don't need to take your life for me..."

"I... I actually..." Song Qiheng's face suddenly turned red, he wanted to tell Wen Xiuyuan, I not only regard you as a friend, but also as my most important person!

"Second son! Be careful!" Several Yin corpses rushed towards Song Qiheng. Song Qiheng had almost exhausted his strength, but those Yin corpses couldn't be killed. I have exhausted all my skills, and I still can't deal with these ghosts.

Song Qiheng turned his head, and suddenly saw several Yin corpses rushing towards Wen Xiuyuan. Song Qiheng lost his mind, his arms and thighs were tightly bitten by the sharp teeth of the Yin corpses, making him unable to move!

"Doctor Wen!" Song Qiheng yelled and stretched out his hand, wanting to save him, but he had more energy than strength, and he couldn't touch him at a distance of several feet.

Wen Xiuyuan saw those yin corpses rushing towards him and hurriedly reached into the space bag, but after searching, he found that the medicine powder for dealing with yin corpses had been used up.

However, the expected pain did not appear, Wen Xiuyuan opened his eyes, and saw a tall man standing in front of him, chopping those corpses into pieces with his sword!

Wen Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the tall figure in front of him, "Song... Sovereign?"

The man turned his head, it was Song Qiwen.

Wen Xiuyuan blinked his eyes, thinking he was dreaming, "Song... Sect Master Song, why are you here?"

Song Qiwen turned his head away, "Now is not the time to say these words! Get rid of these corpses first!"

Wen Xiuyuan nodded, pointed at the broken and incomplete female corpse by the well, and said: "Song Zongzhu, that is the leader of these ghost corpses, we must kill her first! Otherwise, it will be bad when she slowly recovers." !"

Song Qiwen nodded, touched his belt, a moment later a white shadow flew out of his body, landed on the ground, and turned into a white tiger.

Song Qiwen said to it: "Go!"

The white tiger got the order, roared, and rushed towards the female corpse by the well.

Song Qiwen killed several Yin corpses in an instant, rushed to Song Qiheng, and solved the threats around him for him, then picked up his crumbling brother, and asked, "Qiheng, how are you? Are you okay?"

Song Qiheng was poisoned by the corpse, and his lips turned blue and purple. It was obvious that the injury was not serious. Seeing this, Wen Xiuyuan hurriedly took out the antidote from his body.

Dan.Three or four of them were stuffed into Song Qiheng's mouth, but this time the injury was too serious, and the effect of the medicine was not as quick as before. Song Qiheng closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his head was tilted to one side.

Song Qiwen put Song Qiheng by the tree, and said to Wen Xiuyuan: "Doctor Wen, please take care of my younger brother!"

Wen Xiuyuan nodded.

The white tiger dealt with the seriously injured female corpse, while Song Qiwen dealt with the large number of low-level ghost corpses. As the sky gradually darkened, one person and one tiger continued until the next morning.

When Song Qiheng woke up, he felt that his body was hard and swaying, as if he was in a carriage, but he took a closer look and found that he was indeed sitting in a carriage.

Song Qiheng immediately sat up and shouted, "Doctor Wen!"

The front curtain was lifted, and a young Song family disciple poked his head in, "Second Young Master, are you awake?"

Song Qiheng stared, "Why are you here?"

"Huh? Second Young Master, are you stupid?" The disciple waved his hand in front of Song Qiheng and asked, "Second Young Master, do you still remember who the villain is?"

"Song Li! You are so stupid!" Song Qiheng gritted his teeth and said, "Why am I in the carriage? Why are you here? Where is Doctor Wen?"

"Tsk! Second son, of course this subordinate came with the suzerain! Before the suzerain couldn't find you at home, so he went to Feihong Pavilion to inquire, and learned that you were doing dangerous things, so he didn't trust you, so he followed, Wen The doctor is in the car ahead, healing the Sovereign!"

Song Qiheng was relieved when he heard this. "That's right! Where are those ghost corpses?"

"Destroyed! Some escaped! By the way, the highest-ranking corpse also escaped!"

"Escaped?" Song Qiheng recalled the horror of the female corpse, his eyebrows furrowed fiercely. Even if the body of the corpse is split in half, it can slowly recover, not to mention the existence of the corpse refiner. The situation couldn't be worse!

"By the way, Second Young Master, are you hungry? You've been in a coma for a day and a night. Would you like me to get you something to eat?"

Song Qiheng shook his head, "No need! I'm not hungry! You go out!"

"Yes!"

After the Song family disciple went out, Song Qiheng lowered his head and stared at his hands tightly, feeling a sense of powerless frustration spontaneously.

He really is a waste!Even a group of lowly ghosts can't deal with it!You can't even protect the person you love the most!What's the point of him being alive!

Song Qiheng covered his face, feeling more and more inferior. He even felt that he was no longer worthy of living in this world, nor worthy of liking others...

"Ah!"

A contemptuous sneer appeared in Song Qiheng's ear!

Song Qiheng was startled, and raised his head suddenly, "Who is it?"

However, he was the only one in the carriage.

But the contemptuous laughter just now seemed to be right next to his ears.

Song Qiheng rubbed his forehead, could it be that he was too tired recently and had hallucinations?

"You really are a piece of trash!"

Words are clear, not hallucinations!

Song Qiheng hurriedly opened the curtain of the car, and the disciple who was driving turned around, "Second Young Master, what's wrong?"

Song Qiheng looked a little dull, and shook his head, "It's okay!"

Back in the carriage, Song Qiheng panicked in his heart, "Who is playing tricks! Come out!"

There was no sound around.

Song Qiheng touched his beating chest and said to himself: "Is it really an illusion..."

In another carriage, Song Qiwen took off his upper body clothes, revealing his firm body, but the originally flat skin was now covered with scars, and some places even turned black and pus.

Wen Xiuyuan blushed slightly, hurriedly took out the ointment, and slowly applied it to Song Qiwen's wound.

Neither of the two spoke, and the silence was a little too much.

Wen Xiuyuan used up a whole bottle of ointment and wrapped him with a bandage, "Song Zongzhu, the poison on the nails of the Yin Corpse is more severe than the poison on his teeth. Fortunately, you have a high level of cultivation. If you are an ordinary person, you would have died a long time ago." I don’t know how many times! So this injury, you can’t take it lightly, it’s best not to use force lightly these few days, otherwise it will affect the recovery status!”

"Thank you, Doctor Wen!" Song Qiwen slowly put on his coat.

"That..." Wen Xiuyuan blushed violently, and Song Qiwen was a little puzzled by his faltering, "Doctor Wen, what's wrong?"

What? ”

Wen Xiuyuan coughed lightly, "Song... Sect Master Song! Next... the injury below... also... need to be treated..."

When Song Qiheng fought against the Yin Corpse before, he fought with all his life, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body. He was scratched and bitten by the Yin Corpse on his legs, body, and arms and had many wounds. If he was not treated in time, I'm afraid it will be life-threatening!

When Song Qiwen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Why don't you hurt me next time!"

"Song Zongzhu is not a doctor. I don't know how much the medicine should be. Too much won't work, and too little won't work. You can make sure you can do it yourself."

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"This..." Song Qiwen hesitated, "Okay!"

After all, Song Qiwen was the master of the sect. Although he was a little embarrassed at first, he quickly cast his uneasiness out of the sky and took off his pants decisively.

Wen Xiuyuan didn't know where to look with his eyes.

"Doctor Wen..."

"Ok?"

"Isn't it medicine?"

"Ah? Oh!" Wen Xiuyuan was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Xiuyuan began to apply medicine to Song Qiwen.

Once he started working, Wen Xiuyuan no longer had other thoughts, squatted down, and seriously healed Song Qiwen's injury.

Song Qiwen looked down at Wen Xiuyuan's head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

Wen Xiuyuan was so tired that his forehead was sweating, but he didn't have time to wipe it, so Song Qiwen stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead for him.It was an unintentional movement, but the two of them froze at the same time.

Wen Xiuyuan blushed and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

And Song Qiwen's hand was frozen in mid-air, and he smiled awkwardly, "You...you are sweating, I don't think you have time to wipe it off, I'll wipe it off for you!"

"Uh...thank...thank you!"

There was another silence.

What they didn't know was that they had a pair of eyes to see everything that happened in the car.

When they arrived in a town at noon, the Song family was going to find an inn to solve the problem of food and clothing.

"Second Young Master! Second Young Master! Come out for dinner soon!" The disciple of the Song family who was driving opened the curtain and shouted loudly.

Song Qiheng curled up in the corner of the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking, when he heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of savagery and arrogance!

Seeing Song Qiheng's eyes, the disciple broke out in a cold sweat.

The Second Young Master's eyes are so terrifying. How could the Second Young Master, who is always cheerful and extroverted, show such terrifying eyes? Is it an illusion? "Second...Second Young Master..." The disciple felt that his throat was blocked, and the words he wanted to say were blocked in his chest, and he couldn't speak.

"I'm not hungry!" Song Qiheng said these three words dully, then lowered his head, "Get out!"