Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke opened his mouth in pain, spurting out a stream of blood, but he couldn't groan.He stretched out his hand and tried to draw the knife, but two more ropes flew towards him, binding him tightly.

Before Zhao Xuehan recovered from the shock, he saw a group of figures walking out from behind the tree.Indigo Taoist robes, tall and tall, they belonged to Master Lu and his party.

"Didn't expect that." Although Master Lu looked a bit embarrassed, his tone was still arrogant. "We can catch up to you so quickly."

Zhao Xuehan quickly stood up from the ground, and looked at the monk in front of him without saying a word.With his back facing Yan Ke, he couldn't see his current situation, so he was very anxious and scared.However, he could not show a little timidity.

"What are you still pretending to be?" Master Lu parted his lips and showed a cold smile, "I heard it just now, you are not the Demon Lord himself. Isn't it interesting to use the Demon Lord's prestige to intimidate me?"

He stretched his hand to his sleeve, took out a knife that was exactly the same as the one that pierced Yan Ke's throat, stroked the blade lightly, and said with a smile, "As for whether you have the ability of that demon king," his face darkened, and the knife beside him There was a strong wind, and the knife used the force of the wind to rush towards Zhao Xuehan like flying, "Let me try it!"

Zhao Xuehan felt cold all over, and just wanted to dodge to escape, but Yan Ke did not know what he did behind him, so he broke free from the rope, stood in front of Zhao Xuehan, and grabbed the knife with his hand.

The blade slashed across Yan Ke's palm, traces of blood fell on the grass, and the blood hole in his throat was extremely frightening.Yan Ke's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't feel any pain.As soon as he waved his hand, the knife returned the same way, wiped Daoist Lu's cheek and nailed it to the tree behind him.

Lu Zhenren's face was pale, obviously he didn't expect that Yan Ke not only survived, but also broke free from the shackles.He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and summoned several gusts of wind, mixed with runes, and attacked Yan Ke together with other monks.

Yan Ke remained expressionless, and tightly guarded Zhao Xuehan behind him, waving his hands to defuse the monks' attacks one by one.Seeing that their attacks had no effect on Yan Ke, the monks became more and more anxious, and their moves became more violent.

Yan Ke's clothes were torn in several places, and his skin was scratched, exposing bright red flesh and blood.He still had horrific wounds on his neck and hands, and his expression remained unchanged.However, facing the monks, he only defended and never took the initiative to attack.

"Jingming Sect." After Yan Ke blocked a wave of combined rune attacks from Lu Zhenren, he whispered, "Whose apprentices are you?"

Master Lu narrowed his eyes, "Whose apprentice, what does it have to do with you as a demon cultivator?" He shouted, raising his hands high, preparing for another violent attack.

However, before he could send out the wind blade, a few ropes suddenly sprang out from the shadow of the trees, and quickly circled Zhenren Lu and his accomplices several times like a wandering snake, trapping them firmly.Daoist Lu was hit by the force of the rope, he couldn't stand stably, his hands were bound and he couldn't keep his balance, so he fell straight to the ground.He raised his head and looked in the direction where the rope came from, his crazy expression was gone, and his eyes were full of fear.

The sound of rustling leaves came, Zhao Xuehan looked intently, and another group of people came out of the woods.This group of people are all dressed in white, with elegant demeanor.It looks a bit familiar.

The leader stepped forward, and Qianqian saluted Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan.The dim light shone on his face, and Zhao Xuehan recognized him as the one who stopped the teenagers from making noise when they were watching a theater together in the town a few days ago.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the group of people again, but the boy was not among the crowd, and he didn't know where he went.

"I learned from the villagers that there are monks who violated morality and slaughtered the people;" the man had a serious attitude and a serious tone, "I am here today to arrest and deport these people back to their sect."

Master Lu obviously knew this person, twisted a few times on the ground, and shouted: "Elder Qiao! Although you and I are not in the same sect, the Yuancheng sect and the Jingming sect have a good relationship. For the sake of master and ancestor, Please listen to me!"

He gritted his teeth and turned his head towards Zhao Xuehan: "I was completely harmed by this Demon Lord, and I had no choice but to commit this heinous mistake. But now that Demon Lord is vulnerable, why don't I redeem my merits, and you and I will join hands to make this heinous mistake come true." Demon Lord..."

"Shut up." The man snapped, looking down at Real Lu.He waved his hand and made the two of them come forward, pulling Master Lu and other monks up from the ground.

"You also have the face to say the name Jingming Sect." He sneered, looking at the monk like looking at an ant. "If Sect Leader Du is still alive, how can he tolerate such trash like you to tarnish the reputation of this faction?"

Naren Lu's expression turned serious, and he wanted to quibble.The man didn't even bother to listen. With a flick of his finger in the air, Lu Zhenren's mouth seemed to be glued, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Take it away!" He turned around and waved, and the monk in white escorted several people to leave.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and slightly nodded at Zhao Xuehan, "Master Mozun, although there are two ways of immortals and demons, the current situation in the world is like this. But at this moment we have no intention of fighting with you here, please let us go." There is a way to survive."

Although the words were polite, the man's aura did not diminish in the slightest.Zhao Xuehan knew that even if he wanted to fight with him, this person didn't think he would have the upper hand.He then waved his hand, made a casual gesture, and let the group go.

When the figures of the group of monks in white disappeared into the depths of the woods, Zhao Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned to look at Yan Ke.Yan Ke shook his head, did not speak, and sat down slowly against the tree.

Zhao Xuehan checked Yan Ke's wound.Several cuts on his body, especially the hole in his neck, although no longer bleeding, still look very scary.

Zhao Xuehan felt numb for a while, and his heart began to ache.He wanted to touch the wound, but he didn't dare, for fear that he would accidentally make Yan Ke's injury worse.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice, turned out the package in his arms, and hurriedly sprinkled the runes and spirit stones on the ground, "I'll see if there are any healing talismans..."

Yan Ke looked at the panicked person in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly.He bent down and helped Zhao Xuehan pick up a few runes.

"I'm fine." He said softly.

"...How could it be all right?" Zhao Xuehan stared at the wound on his neck for a while, then bent down to identify the runes, "...Let me look for it again..."

Yan Ke smiled lightly. "Do you recognize the talisman?" He said, finally couldn't help but reached out and stroked Zhao Xuehan's hair.

"It's all right," he said. "It's nothing. It'll be fine soon."

Zhao Xuehan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Yan Ke.He saw that Yan Ke's wound glowed with a faint blue light in the morning light and was healing rapidly.In the wound, the dried blood was also blue and condensed together.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan was stunned, Yan Ke was afraid that she might have frightened him again, so she covered the wound on her neck and coughed.

"You haven't slept all night." He said, "Go and rest in the finger ring."

Zhao Xuehan looked up at the sky, the sky was getting brighter, and the three-day period was about to end.He didn't learn the first eye technique, and he was about to lose his soul.

He rolled his eyes.Since this is the case now, Yan Ke doesn't really want to kill himself, so it should be fine for him to directly ask him for eye surgery.Although there is no guarantee that I can learn it before I die.

"Yan Ke," Zhao Xuehan said, "when your injury is healed, can you teach me the eye surgery?"

"What?" Yan Ke obviously didn't understand.

"It's the spell that can form an invisible blade and cut off a person's head." Zhao Xuehan gestured and said, "I want to learn."

Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan for a while, then shook his head: "You can't learn it."

Zhao Xuehan was a little anxious, afraid that Yan Ke didn't want to teach, so she would find a reason to shirk. "You don't know until you try," he said. "Let me try."

Yan Ke remained silent, still shaking his head.He looked at Zhao Xuehan silently, a line of small characters floated by his eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to teach. Everyone can learn this trick, only you can't."

Zhao Xuehan looked at that line of writing, and the only flame of hope in his heart was extinguished.He sat down slowly, with an unconscious look of disappointment on his face.

"I'm really going to die," he murmured.

A nervous expression flashed across Yan Ke's face, he stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while in the air, and then grabbed Zhao Xuehan's wrist.Yan Ke's hands were cold, no different from the cold air around him.

"You're not going to die," he whispered.

Zhao Xuehan shook his head and looked up at Yan Ke.He breathed out lightly, and slowly told Yan Ke about the promise that the voice in his mind made for him to learn the eye surgery within three days after he traveled over.

Listening to Zhao Xuehan's words, Yan Ke's eyes flickered slightly.He lowered his head, but made a funny look.

Zhao Xuehan feels wronged, I am going to die, why are you laughing.Anyway, respect my feelings and feel a little sad.

"You're not going to die." He looked up and said, "Don't think about it."

Zhao Xuehan stared at Yan Ke, but finally gave up on this path.He didn't listen to me at all, he thought awkwardly, this guy, at least he wasn't the one who crossed over, and he didn't have any empathy at all.See what expression he will have when I die in front of him.

Seeing Zhao Xuehan staring at her angrily, Yan Ke only found it funny.He couldn't help reaching out and patting his head for fear.

"Don't think about it," he said, "go to sleep."

Zhao Xuehan's smooth hair was a little messed up by him, he covered the top of his head, and glared at Yan Ke again, only to find that the small characters beside his eyes had changed.

"Liangliang... so cute."

Zhao Xuehan suddenly seemed to have an electric current passing through his brain, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

Apart from the fact that Yan Ke almost cut off his own head and threw himself from the sky at the beginning, Yan Ke treated himself very well.He gave himself money to buy food, mend clothes, warm milk for himself, and boasted that he was good, and now he patted himself on the head again.

Could it be that... In fact, my soul occupying Zhao Xuehan's body is Yan Ke's dog Liangliang? !

Am I actually a dead dog? !

Zhao Xuehan obviously couldn't accept this fact, so he looked at Yan Ke again, and Yan Ke also looked at himself.Next to the head is still the annoying two words: "Liangliang".

Zhao Xuehan closed his eyes.He could only bear the cruelty of reality helplessly.No wonder when Yan Ke looked at herself, she didn't have any mental activity, only bright.

It turned out that I was that Liangliang.

He lowered the corner of his mouth and said with a sad face: "Yan Ke..." He wanted to confirm to Yan Ke whether he was really his dog, so that he could die more clearly, but unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly From the forehead, Zhao Xuehan only uttered two words, then yelled, leaned over and fell to the ground.

Yan Ke was startled, and regardless of the fact that the wound on her body hadn't healed, she hurriedly picked up Zhao Xuehan and hugged her in her arms.

There seemed to be an awl in Zhao Xuehan's head, constantly beating his forehead from the inside, as if trying to pierce his head out.He clenched his teeth, clutching Yan Ke's skirt with both hands, trembling all over.

The three-day deadline has come.I'm literally dying.he thought bitterly.