After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Chapter 283 Brothers call each other brother

The middle and middle fingers of both hands were tightly stretched, and he swiped the mysterious rune on the left, fluent and short, and pointed to the hem of his clothes with his right hand.

The next moment, the clothes were like a red quilt covering the girl in green, protecting her.The Zhanhan Broken Sword in the distance was controlled to insert directly into the center of the boulder.

"I'm here, this game is broken!"

Fang Zhe actually uttered the complete method of breaking the formation, his voice was calm and powerful, and the previous feeling of bewilderment and stupefaction was swept away.

The eyes are bright, shining like a light.

The murderous aura of the god of death surged in all directions from three feet around the two of them, and the thin purple threads in the air that were difficult to detect with the naked eye all snapped at this moment!
He recovered!My mind has never been clearer!

He is now Fang Zhe, the real Fang Zhe, the young master of the Wujian Sect in the Eastern Territory, a cultivator who has killed countless people, and a frightened mad knife Fang Zhe!

"Thousand Purple Line..."

When did the younger brother have the ability to refine this kind of spiritual material into the hub of a magic weapon?Isn't this master's housekeeping skill? I learned how to refine weapons before, and only three or two times out of ten times I was able to successfully refine them.

With thread as the hinge, when the magic weapon is completed, the spirit of the magic weapon is the ubiquitous thousand purple threads in the magic weapon.

"The Artifact Spirit... The Artifact Spirit is the Thousand Purple Thread... Master taught him this?"

The next moment, the tone suddenly changed.

"He...he is...who?"

"What is the weapon spirit..."

"Master is... what..."

The liveliness in the eyes of the monk in red disappeared without a trace at this moment.He stumbled and questioned himself, his throat seemed to hide all the words again.

The pain in his head surged, as if thousands of hands were tearing at his sea of ​​consciousness. He was a shattered hard cake, which was shared by countless diners.

dismembered.

Fang Zhe endured the pain, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the distorted expression on his face was like falling into hell and being teased by Rakshasa.

His back gradually arched, and his arms supported the ground to protect the little doctor.The gradually curled up body almost pressed against the deer, and the sudden sound of breathing by his ears made cold sweat drip from his forehead.

"boom--"

The monk in red controlled himself, straightened his upper body again, and fell to one side, his legs involuntarily curled up in front of him.

Endurance's gasping for headaches gradually became louder.

"You're sick too."

"We are sick friends. I haven't seen you sick for so long. I thought that your self-healing ability of transforming gods has been so strong that even the damage of spiritual consciousness can be cured."

Jiang Su woke up, and Fang Zhe's slightly curled legs made her head, which was originally resting on the man's thigh, fall to the ground.She rubbed the back of her head and shook her head.

The range of Fang Zhe's crouching movements gradually increased. Even if Jiang Su was unwilling to stand up, he was inadvertently kicked away by this man's knee.

She had to give up a short rest and feel everything around her again.

"You still kick me, right? You think you can do whatever you want when you're sick, right?!"

Jiang Su sat up, pulled the clothes on his body and moved in the direction of Fang Zhe. He stretched his hands forward randomly, groping to determine the posture and direction of the man who fell to the ground.

The next moment, the girl leaned into the storage bag, intending to take out a bottle of storage elixir, and after taking it, use forbidden techniques to heal this person.Unexpectedly, when she probed with her fingers, she found something wrong in the storage bag...

"Why is my medicine messed up... still missing??!"

Jiang Su turned pale with shock, and kicked his feet indiscriminately, and there was a crisp sound of glass bottles colliding beside his feet.

???

Why is my medicine kept outside? ! !

"..."

"Fang Zhe!!! You moved my storage bag again!!! I'll kill you!!!"

Jiang Su couldn't bear it anymore and got angry.

"Humph……"

She put the pulp of her index finger on her lips, and opened her mouth to bite the flesh. The force was a little stronger than before, and the blood flowing down the corner of her mouth was about to drip from her chin.

Jiang Su raised her head, stretched out her tongue, and licked the first drop of blood forcefully.The next moment, he lowered his head again, groped the struggling man in front of him with one hand, and identified his facial features with his fingers.

A chiseled jaw, thin lips, a tall nose, thick eyebrows, and deep eye sockets.

Between the eyebrows.

"It's right here!!!" The girl pointed her bloody finger between Fang Zhe's eyebrows, and then said coldly: "I use my blood to replenish vitality, to relieve the suffering of the world, and the way of heaven is merciful!"

Say it.Jiang Su's fingertips formed a small vortex, sucking all the aura in the air into it.

She casually touched a bottle of storage spirit pills from her feet, and the next moment, she bit the bottle and poured it all into her mouth.

With a slight movement between the teeth, all the storage spirit pills were crushed, and the concoction that turned into water was fresh and sweet, as if drinking a glass of fine wine.

Spiritual energy overflowed in his mouth.She exquisitely controlled her spiritual consciousness, tightly sealed her own sea of ​​consciousness, and her spiritual power moved like a swimming dragon.

The spiritual power that was constantly injected into Fang Zhe's eyebrows was like a tranquilizer. The sea of ​​consciousness that had been torn apart was soothed at this moment, and the broken pieces carried the memories of the past.

He recalls good things in pain.

He wants to remember the past that he suddenly recalled just now! ! !
"I... need to remember..."

"Xiaoyuan..."

Fang Zhe's ferocious face was relieved at this moment, and instead of being in a trance like usual, he noticed a familiar aura.Although it cannot be approached, it has never been far away.

He felt a little aggrieved, and made a hoarse and grinding voice in his throat, like a big dog begging for the master's love.

"What Xiaoyuan?"

The number of times Jiang Su heard Fang Zhe speak was rare, but now for the first time, he heard the name from his mouth, and the whole melon-eating heart became active at this moment, as if the person whose heart was extremely depressed just now was not herself.

"Is it your junior brother or..."

"No, it definitely can't be your master. How can you call an elder like that? The person you still talk about when you are sick...should be someone very important to you...your junior brother?"

"Xiaoyuan..."

Jiang Su let out a long breath, leaned forward, couldn't control the real distance, and pressed her soft lips to the man's ear several times. Finally, she gave up looking for an angle, lowered her voice, pretended to be a male voice, and spoke directly.

It was an extremely gentle tone, like the fragrance lingering in my heart in spring. Sitting quietly in the middle of the bamboo forest, the sparrows landed not far away to eat, the cicadas chirped from time to time, and the ice and snow melted into the ground. Here, everything is born again.

"Xiao Yuan is here, why is brother still awake?"

elder brother……

Jiang Su felt that this person should be his junior brother, otherwise how could he suddenly get sick in his junior brother's mansion, and it was so serious.

She remembered that in the Water Margin that I read in this world, those heroes called their brothers elder brothers when they were alive and dying.

Among men, the title "brother" seems... to have some other profound meaning.

Fang Zhe's younger brother called him brother, wouldn't he be particularly moved?
Sure enough, the next moment, Fang Zhe's tense body froze, and then gradually relaxed, and his throat no longer choked up.

Jiang Su curled her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a little fox who has succeeded, she said in her heart: "I am so smart! Read more books and newspapers! The four classics do not deceive me!"

Fang Zhe...

I want you to live, no one can let you die.

Fortunately, your patient is a doctor who can't heal himself, and he is a doctor who has lived two lifetimes.

(End of this chapter)