Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 757 The final chapter of the return of the gods 46
The bubble of emotion in Yu Wan's heart was immediately burst, and she stared at her without a word.

"How much have you learned?"

Quan Jiu laughed like a fox: "How dare you say that..."

Yu Wan: "..."

understood.

It is estimated that all that should be learned has been learned.

She was not displeased in her heart. It would take at least two months for ordinary people to learn the medical skills of the elves, but she could learn the medical skills of the elves in a few days, which proved that she was a medical genius.

Thinking of the medical genius, her eyes flickered slightly, and she thought of Ah Jiu again.

In the field of medicine, she has never seen anyone more talented than Ah Jiu.

.........

"This is the entrance of the Wangchuan River in the Sky Continent."

Wan Chaolin stood on the bank, looking ahead, there was a long blood-yellow river in front of him.

The inside is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot enter reincarnation, covered with insects and snakes, white ghosts roar in pain, and rush towards the three people on the bank, but when they rushed to the bank, they were restrained by the Wangchuan River .

001 stood close to the shore, and a jackal-shaped ghost opened its mouth wide at him, about to bite his clothes and drag him down.

The man raised his foot in a calm manner, and when the ghost pounced on him, he stepped on the top of its skull.

"This ghost actually has a real form."

To have a real form, it must be an evil ghost with amazing ghost power.

He Qing looked at him with meaningful eyes: "We are going to cross the river, and it is not a good thing that they have a solid shape."

001's ears are filled with the screams of ghosts:
"It is rumored that boats cannot be carried on the Wangchuan River. Everything on the Wangchuan River will sink. How do we get there?"

He Qing threw out two magic weapons and tried them. When the magic weapons touched the water, they all sank, and his black eyes sank slightly.

As a true god, he can cross the river with brute force, but he will definitely alarm the one in Yan Luodian.

Wan Chaolin looked at the two sacrificial artifacts with a pained expression on his face: "Master, why don't we go back and have a long-term plan?"

He Qing remained silent, but 001 spoke up: "I won't go back with you."

He Qing's amber phoenix eyes fell on him. Apart from the sword on his body, 001 had no other decent weapons.

"This sword was given to me by my friend. Usually, chopping people's heads is like cutting cotton. I'm not sure if it will work."

Baby 001 touched the hilt and scabbard.

This sword has too many magical features. It is different from the cold silver color of steel and iron. Its whole body is crystal clear and milky white, which looks more like a toy sword.

A flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he threw the long sword into the Wangchuan River.

The milky white hilt touched the turbid water of Wangchuan first, and sank down suddenly.

001's heart also sank sharply following the long sword, and without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand towards Wang Chuan, wanting to grab the hilt of the sword.

"Are you crazy? This Wang Chuanhe can swallow souls!"

With a wave of He Qing's long sleeves, a gust of wind stopped 001 in time, his slender fingertips staggered away from the water, 001 stretched out his hand towards the Wangchuan River again without hesitation!
Wan Chaolin was taken aback by his madness: "Isn't it just a sword, as for being so desperate..."

Just when 001's fingertips were about to touch the water surface, the sword hilt that had sunk floated up again, as if the sinking just now was just to adapt to the buoyancy of the water.

He Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Actually let him do it?

001 breathed a sigh of relief, his big boss is amazing, and the things he gave would crush the spirit weapon at will.

He Qingsui: "You take me across the river, and I promise you one condition."

001 agreed without hesitation: "Yes."

The long sword became larger and wider, just enough to accommodate the three of them to cross the river together. The ghosts on the water were still roaring, and He Qingsui opened the barrier to block the attacks of all the ghosts.

Wan Chaolin breathed a sigh of relief as the long sword moved smoothly on the water: "It's finally all right."

001 stood at the top and concentrated on Yujian. He had only possessed spiritual power not long ago, but he seemed to have done Yujian's movements thousands of times, and he quickly mastered the essentials.

Halfway through the journey, the sword body came to the middle of the river. The originally calm lake surface set off turbulent waves, and the giant jumped out of the water.

He Qingsui's face was serious: "Hell's phoenix!"

The phoenix is ​​like a phoenix, with a burning flame all over its body, and its red wings are as light as a feather, flapping in the air. Its dark yellow eyes stared at the three people on the water, and it swooped down suddenly, overturning the long sword .

A wave bloomed on the water.

.........

001 was conscious, but unable to move his body, he was forced to have a dream.

The child in the dream was about seven or eight years old, with bright and white teeth, but his face was covered with dust and dust, and he was dressed in tatters. He begged on the side of the road every day.

001 was about to leave, but found that he could only follow the little boy.

The little boy was begging on the street day after day without enough to eat, and was often beaten and scolded by his father when he returned home. Over time, his bright eyes became numb and dull.

The transformation took place one month later. In order to save others, he rammed into the nobleman's carriage. The little boy who was knocked and flew to the ground suffered severe pain all over his body, but was surrounded by guards.

He thought he would be beaten to death, but in the end, a bony hand stretched out from behind the curtain of the carriage, and a warm voice came.

"Just a kid, that's all."

The little boy thus saved his life.

001 wanted to see the people in the sedan chair clearly, but his body couldn't move freely, so he could only watch the carriage go away.

After another two months, it was completely dark, and the little beggar was squatting in the alley, afraid to go home. He didn't get enough silver taels today, and he must be beaten when he returned home.

Cold and hungry, he hugged his legs and buried his head in his knees.

Suddenly, a low cough came from the trash can beside him. The little beggar turned around and saw a pair of slender snow-white but blood-stained hands.

He had seen these hands that could be called works of art.

After all, when it lifted the curtain, it was firm and powerful.

But now, its palm is facing upwards, unable to open slightly.

……

"Little guy, you saved me?"

The man on the bed woke up with warm eyes.

It is said to be a bed, but in fact it is just a small bed with a few pieces of old cardboard on the ground, with a bed sheet on it, which is very hard.

001 still couldn't see his face clearly, it was covered with fog.

The little beggar put down the green paste herbs in his hands. He had no money, so he could only go to the mountains to find the herbs his mother picked for him in his memory, and apply them to his wounds.

After the heavy rain, the cliff was not easy to climb. He fell down a few times, half of his body was covered with silt, and his hair was covered with dried mud. He glanced at the man dressed in white and snowy, his fingers turned white, and he lowered his head.

Ignoring his question, the little beggar put down the herbs and left.

There is a difference between warmth and coldness in people, and he has seen too many people. He has seen such a dignified person, and he can't look down on such a pariah like them from the bottom of his heart.

The man practiced for a day and could get out of bed the next day. Unlike the little beggar expected, he did not leave without saying goodbye.

"I'm hungry."

The gentle man sat down beside him as if he didn't notice the dust on the steps.

The little beggar was a little annoyed: "I only have buns."

He must not be used to it, and this is exactly the result he wanted, which made him quit in spite of the difficulties.

(End of this chapter)