Reborn to marry a deceitful prince, cultivating immortals and slashing gods

Chapter 63
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The boy lowered his bloody hand, his whole body trembling wildly with fear and pain.

All five fingers were broken off, drooping limply like cotton.

The fox-eyed boy stared at that hand, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

He shook his boneless arm, and the bloodlust in his eyes gradually faded:

"In this way, you will be like me."

"Where did you just say that?"

"Oh, do you want something more exciting?"

Looking at the few people kneeling on the ground kowtowing to him, he tried his best to suppress the crazy monster in his body and stabilize his consciousness.

The fox-eyed boy supported his forehead. In order to stay awake, he rubbed his hands repeatedly on his face, leaving a few bloodstains.

"never mind."

After a long time, he hiccupped loudly.

"I'm stuffed."

Just when these young people raised their heads to look at him gratefully, they heard a "swish", blood splashed everywhere, and they fell to the ground in response.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

He went crazy again uncontrollably, dropped the curled kitchen knife in his hand, limped towards the only stone door, and bumped into it.

"Auntie, it's so cold."

"Am I... am I dead?"

"Hahahahaha! You guys, come here, I'll eat you all!"

He sat up all of a sudden, and spit out a large mouthful of black blood from his mouth, splashing all over the bed.

"How are you?!"

A silver bell-like voice sounded in his ear, he held his painful forehead and looked over, a bright figure ran from her side to the door and shouted loudly:

"Come here, come here, he's awake! Tell the doctor quickly!"

Oh, girl doll.

The head is hot, but the extremities are as cold as the dead.

As if suddenly remembering something, he touched his arms and legs in surprise.

Fortunately.

Arms and legs are still there.

is solid.

He breathed a sigh of relief, everything that happened before was too absurd, like a nightmare.If it wasn't for the severe pain where the calf was bitten off, he would even doubt whether this was a dream or real.

The fox-eyed boy curled up at the corner of the bed in pain.

As long as he closes his eyes, that pale face will stick close to his face, no matter what.

No matter how calm he is, he is still a child under ten years old.

"Father, that brother is awake."

The female doll's voice was like a pool of clear water, washing away the stale air in his body.

He raised his head from the folded arms and looked over. The girl's father was standing by the couch, followed by a doctor who didn't look like a Han Chinese, looking down at him.

The boy's heart sank, and his fox eyes showed a little defensiveness.

"Yun Yao, you go out."

The man's voice is low.

"Father, I'm here to see him."

The girl stood beside him, her mouth pouted, her face full of reluctance.

"go out."

Perhaps it was because she was spoiled since she was a child, she has never heard her father talk to her in such a fierce tone.

Little Li Yunyao pursed her lips, she was so wronged that she shed a few tears, and ran out the door with her sleeves flung.

The boy sat on the bed with his legs curled up like this, a large amount of blood oozed from the wound on his calf, the man saw it, but didn't make any further movements.

I don't know how long it took, until the blood from his leg wiped his hand and flowed down the slender line of his calf, the man finally spoke.

"Jin'er, does the wound still hurt?"

Ask knowingly.

It's all rotten like this. Do you think it hurts me?

The fox-eyed boy frowned and said nothing, his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, showing how much he endured the pain.

"Jin'er, my father is talking to you."

Hearing what the man said, he raised his head in confusion, his dark eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Are you calling me?"

He spoke hoarsely.

"Your name is Li Chenjin, and you will be my adopted son from now on, a member of Shishimen—are you willing?"

The man's tone was firm, and he didn't even give him a chance to refuse.

He vaguely saw that there were many white-clothed guards guarding outside the room, if he did not agree, he might not be able to get out of this door.

The boy pondered for a moment, then decisively pulled off the quilt, limped off the bed and knelt on the ground.

"The adoptive father is on top, and my son Li Chenjin, from now on, will go through fire and water with my father, and will not say anything."

"Haha, okay, okay."

Seeing that he was so knowledgeable, Li Dan clapped his hands and laughed in satisfaction, and helped the wounded boy on the ground back to the bed, looking like a loving father and a filial son.

"Jin'er, you have suffered a lot of injuries. This is Shizimen's miraculous doctor, let him show you."

He took a closer look and found that although this person was dressed in a Han costume, he looked like he was from the southern Xinjiang area.

I saw the miracle doctor took out a piece of cloth from the bag, re-wrapped it for him with unfamiliar skills, and then brought him a bowl of medicine that had been brewed a long time ago, and handed it to him.

"This medicine is"

He smelled it, and immediately his facial features wrinkled together.

This smell, I am afraid that he will never forget it in his life.

It was sticky, foul-smelling, slightly fishy, ​​and smelled like a dead mouse.

It was clearly the same smell as those monsters made of rotting flesh that day.

Holding the bowl, he almost vomited again.

"Be careful, this is a panacea that the genius doctor has spent a lot of effort brewing."

Li Dan helped him stabilize his body, and couldn't help but put the bowl of medicine to his mouth.

"Father, what kind of medicine is this? It smells so bad."

He retreated a little distance, and as soon as he smelled this smell, that pale face would appear in his mind.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, Jiner, your body has suffered a lot, and you need to make up for it."

The man persuaded him earnestly, and impatiently knocked the folding fan in his hand twice, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes.

Li Chenjin pinched his nose, as if he was about to go to the execution ground, he raised his head and drank the whole bowl of strange medicine.

He remembered the disgusting taste of the meat on the monster again, and quickly covered his mouth, expelling those absurd things from his mind again and again.

"Ding--"

A bell rang in my ear, with a long tail.

He turned his head and looked over, the magic doctor was holding an old silver rattle in his hand, and it shook again.

"You are Li Chenjin, the adopted son of Li Tan."

The divine doctor's deep blue eyes looked at him, like a bottomless abyss, pulling him down heavily.

"Ding--"

"Your adoptive father, Li Tan, is the adopted son of King Jin."

Hearing the ringtone, Li Chenjin uncontrollably followed, repeating every word the genius doctor said.

"Jindi Jieliang, Shizimen."

"From now on, you need to help your adoptive father, Li Tan, to contribute to the great cause."

The ringing bell kept ringing, and Li Chenjin looked at the man's dark green pupils, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He couldn't hold it any longer and fell on the bed.

"From now on, I need to help my adoptive father, Li Tan, to contribute to the great cause together."

In his sleep, he murmured repeatedly.

"Forget everything about the past."

(End of this chapter)