How can I be broken by the enemy in my previous life? [Rebirth]

Bai Yishui raised his head, but he did not untie Zhuo Yun's acupuncture points in a hurry, but gently and slowly wiped away the blood on Zhuo Yun's mouth.

Finally, he looked at Zhuo Yun's fair side face and smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and untied Zhuo Yun's acupuncture points.

Unsurprisingly, Zhuo Yun raised his hand angrily as soon as the acupoints were unlocked, but fortunately, Bai Yishui had sharp eyes and quick hands, and grabbed Zhuo Yun's hand firmly.

In the end, he smiled lightly and said, "Don't make trouble."

Bai Yishui's eyes were extremely calm, and it didn't make people think that he had done something bad and felt guilty. Zhuo Yun saw Bai Yishui's eyes, his eyes moved, and for some reason, his anger subsided instead.

Seeing Zhuo Yun's expression return to calm, Bai Yishui turned back calmly and glanced at Yang Qing, who had been watching melon-like timidly, then stretched out his hand to touch Zhuo Yun's veins, and said: "Let's rest for a while and we will lets go."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yun frowned and withdrew his hand calmly, and grabbed Yang Qing who was bowing his head and shrunk aside.

Yang Qing was taken aback, but Zhuo Yun pulled his injured wrist, tore off his sleeve while bandaging him, and said to Bai Yishui: "You take him away first, I will follow you."

After speaking, Zhuo Yun tightened the cloth on Yang Qing's wound, and threw Yang Qing to Bai Yishui.

Being thrown around like this, Yang Qing dared not speak out, but he felt that Zhuo Yun's attitude had actually changed a lot, so he didn't dare to speak out.

"Are you hiding here to play house?" A sneer sounded over the woods.

Almost at the same time, several poisonous dark arrows shot towards Zhuo Yun and Bai Yishui's direction. Zhuo Yun was facing the dark crossbow sideways, with a tree behind him and Bai Yishui in front of him, there was no way he could avoid it.

Seeing this, Bai Yishui frowned, before he had time to think, he bent down and threw Zhuo Yun to the ground.

□□ flew past Bai Yishui's vest, and scratched his shirt a little, but luckily the poison didn't seep into it.

Then came a few more arrows, Bai Yishui was about to turn around to block, but when he heard that the direction of the arrow was not right, and there was no threat to himself and Zhuo Yun, he hesitated for a moment.

But at such a moment of hesitation, a muffled groan sounded from behind Bai Yishui.

Immediately, Zhuo Yun and Bai Yishui's hearts cooled down a little bit.

It was Zhuo Yun who was the first to react. He pushed Bai Yishui away suddenly, and then saw Yang Qing with three dark crossbows deeply inserted into his chest, with blood all over his mouth and nose, and he just fell to the ground dying.

As soon as Zhuo Yun gritted his teeth, he raised his head and looked around the forest with a sharp sword-like gaze, but he only saw a few treetops swaying slightly in the wind, and he couldn't find the Tang Sect disciple at all.

At this time, Bai Yishui quickly touched several vital points on Yang Qing's body to prevent his blood from flowing too fast and causing him to die, while slightly frowning, he took a piece of blood-stained cloth from the arrow of the dark crossbow. It reads - I can't kill you, but I have to take away your most important things.

Bai Yishui sneered, and in the next second he crushed the cloth into powder.

"Is there any help?" Zhuo Yun stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from Yang Qing's mouth and nose, while gently pressing his chest to prevent him from getting stuck in the blood, with a solemn expression.

At this moment, Yang Qing was speechless, only occasionally let out a few low pained cries, Bai Yishui glanced at Zhuo Yun, frowned and said, "According to his physique, the chance of surviving is [-]%. "

Zhuo Yun's expression became more serious when he heard this.

He originally thought that since this kid can detoxify himself, the first injury should be nothing, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Bai Yishui took out the hemostatic powder from his bosom, applied it firmly on Yang Qing's wound, and said, "We have to go back to the inn as soon as possible, this is a hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, others don't know the structure, if you take it out without authorization, you will definitely be in big trouble .”

Zhuo Yun understood that Bai Yishui meant to look for Tang Jing, although he hesitated for a moment, he nodded and agreed.

·

When Hegui returned to the inn, Tang Jing was lying alone on the bed, quietly looking at the ceiling above his head, without saying a word.

Seeing Tang Jing in Heyang, He Gui's heart tightened, he hurried up to untie his acupoints, and asked, "Where did Brother Situ go?"

When Tang Jing heard He Gui's question, he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart. Thinking of Situ Qing's resolute expression when he left, he inexplicably had the illusion that Situ Qing hated him.

And Tang Jing didn't want to tell He Gui about this kind of cause and effect, so he shook his head silently and said, "I don't know either, he left without saying a word, and didn't tell me the reason."

After hearing Tang Jing's words, Hegui thought that Situ Qing was disappointed because of him and left, and he was inexplicably upset, but he also knew that he couldn't tell Tang Jing about this at this time, so he forced a smile, and changed the subject: "I brought the antidote back. In order to avoid setbacks, even if it affects the properties of the medicine, you should take it as soon as possible, Brother Tang."

Speaking of Hegui, he took out the porcelain bottle from his bosom.

Tang Jing drank the blood in the bottle without saying a word. He drank it so fast that he coughed slightly after drinking it.

Yang Qing's blood was really effective, and Tang Jing felt a lot of strength recovered after drinking it.

Just as he was about to say thank you to He Gui, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open with a bang.

Bai Yishui appeared at the door with Yang Qing and Zhuo Yun, who were unconscious and covered in blood, while He Gui had already drawn his sword and looked defensive, but when he saw the three of them, he froze again.

Bai Yishui glanced around the room calmly, then walked past Hegui and walked straight to Tang Jing's side, saying, "Brother Tang, please save me."

Tang Jing recognized Tangmen's dark crossbow at a glance, frowned, and then he whispered: "I haven't recovered my internal strength yet, which one of you is good at using a knife?"

Zhuo Yun stood up without hesitation.

Tang Jing was slightly surprised when he saw that Zhuo Yun would stand up, because he could see that Zhuo Yun and Yang Qing were at odds, but at this moment, human life was at stake, and no one could take care of it, so Tang Jing nodded, Said: "Let's light the lamp and start the fire first."

Soon, Yang Qing was placed on the bed, Tang Jing sat on a chair and leaned against the bed, the candles and brazier were ready.

"There is a dark groove for bloodletting in the dark crossbow. You need to apply anesthesia first, and then use a knife to gently poke the flesh and blood on the barb of the dark groove before pulling it out."

Zhuo Yun nodded calmly when he heard the words, then lowered his head and began to operate.

Tang Jing looked at Zhuo Yun's appearance from the side, and felt a little lost in his heart, because such an upright and solemn Zhuo Yun would only appear when Situ Qing was still there...

"What's next?"

Zhuo Yun's question interrupted Tang Jing's contemplation. Tang Jing coughed slightly and said, "The dark groove is three inches deep. First... the barb is an inch...under the dark groove..."

While Tang Jing was talking, Zhuo Yun was operating. Everyone looked solemn. Bloody water and clean handkerchiefs had been changed countless times, and more than half of the bottle of medicine applied to the tip of the knife had been used.

Finally, in the evening, Yang Qing gradually recovered her normal pulse.

Zhuo Yun stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and Bai Yishui beside him handed over the towel, this time Zhuo Yun did not refuse, but took the towel naturally and wiped his face.

Seeing this, Bai Yishui smiled slightly, but Zhuo Yun pretended not to see this smile.

Yang Qing's injury had stabilized, but Tang Jing couldn't let go.

It's been so long, why hasn't Situ Qing come back yet?

Hegui also had this conjecture at the same time as him, but considering Zhuo Yun and Bai Yishui's life-and-death situation this time, as well as the previous quarrel, neither of them dared to bring it up first.

·

Situ Qing leaned against the cold rock, listening to the sound of water droplets hitting the ground, his vision gradually blurred again.

The wound on his body is no longer bleeding, but his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit.

The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.

Situ Qing is the last oriole.

It was not a coincidence that the large army sent by the Tang Sect to pursue Bai Yishui and Zhuo Yun did not arrive, but because Situ Qing secretly stopped them.

Moreover, no one was left alive.

Situ Qing didn't want to kill people at first, but he didn't expect that the Tang Sect would actually cultivate dead soldiers. In order to prevent those people from exploding themselves in advance and dying together, he had no choice but to act first.

Thinking of Tang Jing's expression last time when he hurt a Tang Sect disciple, Situ Qing felt that Tang Jing would probably never want to see him again in this life.

But this is also good, think about He Gui, and think about Tang Jing, he would rather choose to drift away from them than see them cut off his righteousness in person.

Thinking about it, Situ Qing let out a breath quietly, with the suffocating smell of blood in his chest. After pondering for a while, he stood up and lit a message incense with difficulty, and then wrote a note.

After finishing these things, Situ Qing reluctantly stood up, walked out of the already pitch-black cave, and walked down the steep mountain wall step by step.

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"Fragrant?" Zhuo Yun, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, and Bai Yishui, who was sleeping on the opposite bed, also woke up. Hearing Zhuo Yun's voice, his eyes moved, and then he sniffed lightly, and said: "The Demon Cult The message incense?"

Zhuo Yun rolled over and got out of bed without hesitation, "This time it's the leader, his fragrance is different from other people's. He used to hide it from others, but this time something really happened to him."

Hearing Zhuo Yun's words, Bai Yishui knew the seriousness of the situation, so he didn't care about those private matters, instead he motioned to the neighbor with his eyes, and asked Zhuo Yun, "Do you want to call—"

Zhuo Yun shook his head decisively.