medicine stone without medicine

Thirteen's memory stays in pain.

He felt nothing but pain.

He couldn't even cry.

Thirteen could only hold on to the bumps of the rocks on the ground with his hands, and his lip was bitten by himself, and his body was covered with injuries of all sizes.

He didn't know when he lost consciousness.

He only felt that there was a steady stream of flames pouring into his heart veins, and the spiritual power burned him, and he could hardly breathe.

save him.

Thirteen tried to mobilize his spiritual power to relieve the burning sensation, but his ice and Qin Dongyi's fire were not at the same level of purity and level, and they were usually forced to dissipate before they could touch it.

He can only bear it by himself.

Even after he passed out in a coma, he only felt that he had fallen into a scalding hell and could not live in peace.

The thunder outside the cave continued for several hours, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, making it very oppressive.

The stones in the cave were covered with traces of being burned by fire, and the wounded boy was lying there, his clothes were almost incomplete, hanging on his body like pieces of rags.

This is what Qin Dongyi saw after waking up.

If it wasn't for the fact that the burning pain in his body was still real, he would almost have thought it was a tormenting nightmare.

Qin Dongyi was in a trance for a moment.

He naturally knew how Shisan's injury appeared, and there was no one else in front of him, so Qin Dongyi also naturally knew who the culprit was.

He remembers everything.

He remembered that Shisan was calling his name, and that Shisan didn't scold him or blame him, but just begged him to slow down a little bit.

And when the spiritual currents converged, Qin Dongyi even saw some memory fragments that did not belong to him.

The places and people depicted in those memories are clearly familiar places and people, but what they tell is a completely different story.

He saw the despair of the young man, and saw how the person called "Master" by the young man forced him to torture him.

No wonder... no wonder he is in the library every day, no wonder he... goes crazy.

But Qin Dongyi never deliberately paid attention to these.

He slowly clenched his fingers, and finally, the resentment and anger he felt towards himself turned into a heavy fist and hit the ground.

The hard stones rubbed his hand until it was dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, allowing the knuckles of his fingers to become bloody and bloody.In the end, he uttered a whimper similar to that of a beast in despair, and knelt down on the ground with his head in his arms.

Why does it become like this.

Qin Dongyi gritted his teeth, with great despair and self-blame engulfing his whole body, a sour feeling surged from the tip of his nose to the corners of his eyes, turning into mist and blurring his vision.

But those tears were forced back by their owner before they ran out.

Qin Dongyi was sober.

He can't cry, and he doesn't have the right to cry.

Tears won't solve the problem.

Qin Dongyi knelt down on the ground, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were as indifferent as usual.

But there was something else, something more... a feeling of coldness similar to determination.For a moment, only the redness around his eyes betrayed his fragility just now.

Qin Dongyi took off his outer shirt.

He went over, carefully lifted Shisan up, and wrapped his coat around him.

"Go... Brother will take you home."

Qin Dong wanted to touch Shisan, but he didn't think he was qualified to touch him anymore, so he just looked at him for a while in the end.

Afterwards, he lifted the man up and carried him on his back, and walked out of the cave step by step.

The ruins of the Eastern Wasteland, the seventh day.

The blood color of the world seemed to be a little thicker. After leaving the cave, Qin Dongyi saw a group of golden spiritual currents dancing in mid-air.

At the same time, the voice of the owner of the ruins came from inside:

"Let's go, Little Qin Xianjun, I'll take you to meet your opponent."

Qin Dongyi didn't respond.

He didn't care how the person opposite knew his name, he just followed it numbly, step by step towards a deeper hell.

Along the way, he saw many dead bodies.

Among those corpses were righteous monks, demon cultivators, monster clans, and even senior brothers and sisters that Qin Dongyi was familiar with.

But he didn't take a second look for anyone.

With the young man on his back, amidst the howling wind and thunder, he whispered to him sentence by sentence.

Qin Dongyi may have never said so many words.

He talked about the sycamore tree in Shutongyuan, the little lamb he saw when he went down the mountain to practice, and the first time he met Shisan, and said he would take him home.

Qin Dongyi almost ran out of words.

Probably because, in the future... there will be no chance to talk about it.

The golden spiritual flow finally brought Qin Dongyi to a step.

That piece of steps is connected to something similar to a formation, and when it gets here, the golden spiritual flow also disappears.

Qin Dongyi summoned Qing Han, he supported the ground with the tip of his sword, and walked towards the height step by step.

Probably because of the too much blood and evil after entering the Donghuang ruins, Qinghan's snow-like sword body became muddy at some point, and there were even streaks of blood on it, which completely changed its appearance.

After reaching the end of the steps, Qin Dongyi paused.

He dropped his sword, and then put Thirteen down very lightly.

"Hold on a little longer."

He told Thirteen that.

Then, he picked up Qinghan, straightened up, and looked at the other end of the formation.

What they were on was a huge circular platform, like an arena specially prepared for them.

Qin Dongyi saw that the person standing opposite was also someone he was familiar with.

Chong Hua is the head of Qingyang Mountain. Among the people who entered the Eastern Wasteland this time, his cultivation base is undoubtedly the highest. It is not surprising that he can make it to the end.

At this time, his white uniform from Qingyang Mountain had already been stained red with blood.

He had a ferocious smile on his face, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had already been controlled.

In his hand, he was holding something that looked like a heart.

And at his feet was Song Yunzhu, whose eyes were wide open and who had long since disappeared.

Qin Dongyi closed his eyes.

He held the sword flower in his hand, and when the cyan flame rose, he recalled the memory fragments he saw last night.

Qin Dongyi held Qinghan tightly.

But before he made a move, even though he knew that Chong Hua couldn't hear him, he followed Qing Yang's etiquette and finally bowed to Chong Hua:

"Please master, enlighten me."

Beside the formation, the golden spiritual flow transformed into a human form at some point.

A villain with golden light sat next to Shisan to watch the play.

He crossed his arms and looked at the golden flame. After a while, he sneered and said to himself:

"You actually chose him, old man, with the power of the dragon's breath, can he stand it?"

Naturally, no one responded to what he said.

After a while, he didn't know what he thought of, but his voice sank, and he cursed in a low voice:

"He's as stupid as you, a bunch of idiots!"

Still no one answered him.

But his cursing sound woke up Shisan on the side.

He was a little dazed, only slowly opened his eyes, and caught the familiar figure from the blur.

Thirteen's lips moved, and with all his strength, he could only make a weak sound:

"Brother..."

He saw the cyan flame ignited, and the flame collided with another spiritual flow, faintly invincible.

But in the end, with a flash of spiritual light, a giant flame dragon roared and pierced through the body of the person opposite Qin Dongyi.

Brother...why are you fighting again.

Thirteen seemed to be pressed into the water, he couldn't hear much sound, he could only see a vague shadow.

He saw the man fell to the ground after being pierced by the dragon, but Qin Dongyi didn't stop.

He walked towards the fallen person step by step, then knelt down on one knee, the cold rose and fell.

Thirteen saw a splash of blood, and then, something round seemed to be thrown out.

Can not be done……

Thirteen suddenly wanted to cry.

He remembered what Qin Dongyi said, as well as his ideals and aspirations.

Qing Han is used to protect the common people.

It shouldn't be used for this kind of thing...

The shadow in front of Shisan's eyes became more blurred, and tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.

His face was covered with blood, warm tears wet his slender eyelashes, passing through the blood, leaving a trace.

He saw Qin Dongyi standing in place for a while, then took two steps forward, and then knelt down on the ground as if he lost his strength.

He saw a golden shadow flickering in front of his eyes, and then walked towards him.

"Congratulations, Little Qin Xianjun. Let me watch a wonderful battle."

The golden shadow smiled and approached Qin Dongyi to look at him.

He looked at the slightly heavy breathing of the man in front of him with satisfaction, at his fingers that were so hard that the knuckles turned white, and at his red eyes.

This is the sign that this person is about to go mad, and he will become an obedient mad dog, sweeping every place in the world with flames.

But soon, the shadow figure froze.

Because Qin Dongyi's abnormalities seemed to be suppressed by him and disappeared.

Qin Dongyi closed his eyes.

He naturally noticed the shadow in front of him, but for a long time, he just glanced sideways at the shadow, with no emotion in his eyes, and no response.

Shadow paused, thinking it would be enough to kill one more person, so he continued to talk to him:

"Then now...you have only one opponent. Over there, you brought it yourself, do you remember?"

The shadow approached Qin Dongyi again, and pointed in the direction of Thirteen:

"Over there, you go and kill him, you will be the final winner. Then I will heal your wounds and temper your spiritual veins. What else, let me think about it... Do you need Tiancaidibao? ? I have plenty here."

Shadow seemed to be very excited, and kept telling Qin Dongyi the benefits that would be promised to him later.

"Let's go out together later, give me some time, this whole world has to be ours."

After the shadow thought about it, he was a little impatient when he saw that Qin Dongyi still didn't move.

"go!"

With this sound, Qin Dongyi looked up at him again.

Afterwards, he really propped himself up and stood up, walking in the direction of Thirteen.

Thirteen slightly opened his eyes.

He watched the shadow getting closer and clearer to him.

When he saw the man's eyebrows and eyes again, he closed his eyes as if satisfied.

Thirteen's familiar sandalwood scent has long been overwhelmed by the smell of blood.

He lay on the cold ground, waiting for the hot blade to kill him.

But the expected pain never came.

He only felt warm and soft lips on his forehead.

Thirteen was stunned.

I don't know if it's his own problem, he can't hear the sound clearly, but the next moment, the noise in his ears suddenly disappeared.

Qin Dongyi leaned over and leaned against his ear.

He whispered but firmly, and finally left two sentences for Shisan:

"sorry."

and also……

"Live."

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