What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

The majestic divine thunder descended from the nine heavens, and every time it fell, the aura between the heaven and the earth decreased by a fraction. The monks stood together in mid-air, and all kinds of magic weapons flew out together, making people dizzy.

Qin Han stood at the front, his eyes were serious, he couldn't see the two leaves on top of his head trying to pull out his own leaf, making himself long and wide, wrapping his whole body.

Qin Liu anxiously walked around on the spot, almost wanting to scratch himself. He looked at Xianjun and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say?

Xianjun's robe was rustling by the wind, and he rolled backwards. He stood silently, even though he was as strong as him, he seemed extremely small in the world.

But it was such an extraordinarily small stroke that forcibly resisted the devastating Taoist thunder and stood tall.

Qin Liu saw a trace of blood spilling from his clenched teeth, following the perfect shape of his lips, dripping down the corners of his mouth.

Qin Liu was so anxious that he raised his sleeve and wanted to wipe it off for him, but of course he missed it, and then heard the man's almost undetectable voice.

"Qin Xiaoliu...Qin crying bag..."

Qin Liu supported him helplessly, tears welled up in those beautiful green eyes again, he resisted and refuted him: "Who is a crying bag!"

The momentum on the top paused for a while, and many monks died and fell to the ground. Qin Han and others retreated to the second line, and another group of monks made up.

The position of the second line is very strange, it should be a formation that Qin Liu has never seen before, revealing a strange energy fluctuation, it is frightening to get close.

Qin Liuqiang suppressed his fear, and the uneasiness in his heart increased a little bit. When he was nervous, he surrounded Qin Han and kept calling him, even though he knew he couldn't hear him.

The sky seemed to be pressed down, the black clouds were churning violently, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the ground was littered with corpses, with scorched marks engraved on it, and it was almost impossible to find a clean piece of land.

The youngest disciples of each sect were protected in an aura shield and hid at the back. The disciples inside were all flustered and frightened, all looking up.

Countless thick lightning strikes from above, the formation of the second line is activated, everyone has their eyes closed, and the monks in the first line are still struggling to support, but as more and more companions fall, the gap is closed. become bigger and bigger.

Until I heard the old man in white robe that Qin Liu had seen in the tent before shouting: "Back!"

All the first-line monks retreated to the aura shield, sat down cross-legged, and formed a formation with their bodies using formulas in their hands.

The formation of Qin Han and others stopped all the gods and thunders, and the white nebula of the formation intertwined, approaching the black clouds, and forcibly pushed the top of the black clouds

Go up a few floors.

Xuxu's white giant sword condensed in mid-air, flew towards the black cloud, and plunged into the sky suddenly, tearing a gap in the sky!

The giant sword was still going up, Tian Dao seemed to be angered, Qin Liu's eyes were covered with purple light, forcing him to close his eyes, and the scene around him changed again.

The sky is torn.

There is a shocking energy in the crack that is constantly shrinking and expanding, and it seems that it will burst open in the next second.

Qin Liu was on the ground, looking over one body after another, looking for his celestial lord, but he always forgot that he couldn't touch the real body, so he turned over with his hands and leaves.

He found him.

Xianjun's face and body were covered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was vomited from his mouth or from a wound. He was pressed under two monks, and Qin Liu couldn't touch him, so he pulled him out and gave him It can't even be done.

Qin Liu stood there, feeling as if he had lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when he blinked again, the scene in front of him never changed.

He panted silently, his hands were shaking unknowingly, his green eyes were completely blank, until the sound of sobbing came from beside him.

The aura shield was still there, and the young monks inside were crying out loud, while the monks outside who were the first line of defense for them had all fallen down.

Qin Liumu put on a face and didn't look at them, his eyes stared blankly at the bloody face, the corners of his mouth were moved, and then fell down stiffly.

"...Qin Han..." He whispered, "Get up."

The energy on the top of the head accumulated to the peak, and it exploded soundlessly, the waves swept out, and all the corpses on the ground were turned into smoke and dust.

Six leaves rose from the ground and gathered into a ball. They tried their best to protect the man in black robe, but in the end, they were only passed through by a cloud of smoke, and the inside was empty, leaving nothing behind.

Waves broke through the previously set up formation, spread out to the whole world, and everything disappeared silently.

The aura shield was the one that lasted the longest, but cracks still appeared in the end.

The frightened expression of the young monk froze on his face, and the sky disappeared.

Qin Han.

Qin Liu opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

Qin Han, Qin Han, Qin Han...

He closed his eyes, repeated the name on the tip of his tongue, and in his heart, even if no one knew, and no one would pay attention, he still yelled over and over again.

"... Qin Liu."

Someone is calling him.

"Crying again."

The voice was gentle and familiar, a little more anxious than he remembered.

He woke up in a warm and firm embrace, and he didn't know how long he lay there, the general's tight black soft armor was warmed by him.

Qin Han hugged him to his chest, and sat on the ground, surrounded by a circle of miscellaneous things, some of which were in the general's space, and some he found in the stone room.

Seeing that the person woke up, the general breathed a sigh of relief, and asked gently, "Is there any discomfort?"

Qin Liu shook his head, always feeling pain in the head, he said blankly: "There is no duck, it's fine, it's fine."

The general was silent for a moment, and rubbed the corners of his red eyes with his fingertips, the tentacles were cold and moist, Qin Liu suddenly realized that he had already transformed?

General: "You are crying."

Qin Liu blinked his eyes, and it was really sore, his head was throbbing even more, so he buried it in the general's chest: "I just had a nightmare, it was scary, the sky was red, and then it collapsed Come down."

His body was trembling slightly, but his mouth was still babbling non-stop: "Oh, it seems a little uncomfortable. It seems that someone punched my head and it hurts. There seems to be something wrong with my heart. It's jumping like a little fast duck."

He closed his eyes, and was dug out from his chest by the general. He wanted to bury it again, but was rejected by the general with his head on his head, so he was a little unhappy again.

"What are you, Yazi? I even said I was in pain and didn't let me take a rest."

The general stretched out his hands to cover his tearful eyes, feeling a little distressed, and didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only comfort him: "Don't cry."

Qin Liu struggled unhappily: "There is no duck, who is crying? I was just pulled into an illusion. I knew it was fake, but I didn't take it seriously."

He seemed to talk too much, he never stopped opening his mouth since he woke up, the tip of the general's heart was about to be broken by his crying, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He was still spitting, and the next moment he opened his mouth and vomited a ball of blood. The blood was printed on the general's black combat uniform, which was not very obvious. He froze for a few seconds: "Ah, it's dirty."

The general frowned, took out a marching blanket and spread it on the ground, stabilized him, and tied a small detector to his arm, asking him, "Does your head hurt? Does your heart feel uncomfortable?"

Qin Liu nodded and shook his head, unable to explain why, looking dumbfounded.

After the scan, the detector came out with the result: "Abnormal fluctuations in mental power were detected, and it is recommended to take a tranquilizer."

Qin Liu didn't know what a sedative was, but his sense of consciousness was good, so he patted the detector unhappily, and began to forcibly dismantle it.

Qin Han took a sedative and fed it to his mouth, but he dodged it. He stretched his neck backwards, almost breaking his neck, and still whimpered that he didn't want it.

Could it be that Qin Han firmly fixed him, while comforting him gently, while reaching out his hand to the root of his tongue, he forcefully poured it into him.

He pushed the general's hand softly with the tip of his tongue, but failed, he gulped down the tranquilizer and choked him twice.

Qin Liu's eyes were even redder, and the tears were twinkling. The general's heart softened even more. Seeing the little weeping Baopo with his eyes fluttering and stretching out his hands, he quickly hugged him in his arms again, coaxing him softly.

"Hey little six, I'll be fine in a while, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Liu touched his chest, and tapped the place where he vomited up blood just now. A little blood stained his fingertips, and the general caught him in his hand. He wiped it off carefully with a handkerchief, and he recovered to be slender again. White hands.

The general's battle clothes were slowly cleaning the blood, and the small spot disappeared quickly.

However, Qin Liu suddenly grabbed his wrist, and tears poured down his face. He cried so hard that he suppressed himself all the time, stubbornly refusing to make a sound.

He cried like a kitten about to be abandoned by his master, his paws tremblingly hooked on the general, but he didn't dare to make too much movement.

Qin Han's heart was almost clenched together by the crying, so he simply hugged his whole body cross-legged in his arms, and rubbed his chin against his hair.

He kept combing the little kitten's back, smoothed its fur, and comforted the little kitten.

Who can bear to abandon him?

The general thought about it, and his voice became softer. This was a rare softness in his war career. The general pulled off the hard shell, wrapped this weeping grass in it, and placed it on the softest tip of his heart.

Qin Liu gradually began to cry, and kept crying while crying, "Why, hiccup, why don't you take me with you?"

He couldn't stop hiccupping after crying for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the words seemed to be in his mouth as he spoke. Qin Han didn't hear clearly, but heard the previous sentence.

The general gently wiped away his teardrops with the generous palm that usually held the gun and machine armor, and responded again and again: "Take you, take you, and take you from now on."

Qin Liu's shoulders were still shrugging, and his white and tender palms were stuck to the general's mouth. He hiccupped loudly, raised his head, stared at him with tearful green eyes, and sniffed his nose.

"fraud."