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Chapter 86 The Magic Sword Protects the Flower in My Palm (22)

Save the common people, here I come.

There are hundreds of millions of silver stars in Yuhua's eyes, as if hiding an ancient moonlight, she will always believe in and cherish her.

Bright red blood flowed on the pattern.

His face became paler and paler.

He didn't seem to notice.

The formation was slowly stopped.

It's just that the vitality of the people is still passing away rapidly.

Didn't notice it at all.

This has emerged as hope.

Begging, empty, desperate, resentful.

Pairs of eyes stared at Yuhua.

Another pair of eyes closed forever.

A person convulsed in pain on the ground.

The body twisted on the ground full of patterns.

Gray hair, tattered clothes, and yellow and loose skin, with a little blood on the ground.

His face was also stained with blood.

"Immortal, save me..."

His voice was getting weaker and weaker.

increasingly hopeless.

Always looking at Yuhua's back.

As if he was the savior.

Driftwood in the waves.

The scene in front of me became more and more blurred.

Hope to die a little bit.

The smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose.

He's doing all sorts of tricks.

He licked the blood on the ground.

My whole body was shocked, and my eyes were clear.

He started doing it blankly, looking at his hands, the hands that had become yellow and thin suddenly looked a little younger.

It's like a hallucination.

He touched his hand in disbelief.

Guess that shouldn't be there.

crossed mind.

Hope emerges from the abyss.

Disregard human hope.

Like a wolf or a dog, he crawled on the ground, greedily and hopefully licking the blood on the ground, and sucking gravel and dust into his mouth.

The gray-haired person suddenly rejuvenated.

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly for the rest of his life, with distorted gratitude in his eyes, and then knelt behind Yuhua.

"You are a fairy!"

"You are really a fairy who saves the suffering!"

"Thank you Immortal for saving your life!"

"Thank you fairy!"

The flesh and blood of a cultivator contains pure spiritual power.

Ordinary people absorb it, and it will indeed rejuvenate.

It's just, it's just—

It doesn't help to look back at the light.

When other people saw this scene, they didn't know whether they didn't know, or they didn't have time to take care of the truth. They just wanted to live.

living hope.

right in front of you.

The person who returned to the light kowtowed on the ground.

The people around gradually fell silent.

looked at him silently.

Then she looked at Yuhua silently.

There is struggle in the eyes.

Human nature is boiling in the frying pan.

Yuhua didn't seem to notice it at all, and she was still focused on solving the formation, with blood flowing from her palm, and her expression was neither sad nor happy.

at last.

Someone reached out secretly.

Got a little blood on my finger.

into the mouth.

Look at the trembling hands.

Age spots fade, whiteness and vitality are restored.

He seems to be alive.

So he laughed too.

Kneel down and kowtow in thanks.

"Thank you fairy!"

"Thank you fairy!"

"Thank you fairy!"

……

More and more people are doing this kind of thing, from struggling and resisting at the beginning to eagerly fighting for it later.

The person who was originally standing.

Now it's like a licking dog.

Too many people.

Where is the blood on the ground enough?
Pairs of miserable, longing eyes.

Looking straight at Yuhua.

The dense crowd surrounded Yuhua circle after circle, with an innocent expression, ordinary and insignificant.

"Immortal, it was you who said that you will save us..."

"Immortal, please, please save us..."

"Immortal, you are willing to save us, right? You are an immortal, and it is your duty to help those in need..."

"You would be willing to save us..."

Yuhua was still focused on explaining the formation, turning a deaf ear to their words, her silver eyes like starlight reflected the color of blood.

Silent, speechless.

Ordinary people like ants.

Get closer to Yuhua little by little.

The saber he had placed on the ground seemed to sense that his master was in danger, trembling on the ground, trying to attract the master's attention.

Pick it up and protect yourself.

Yuhua still ignores it.

Suddenly, there was a pain in the arm, because Yuhua, who had almost exhausted her spiritual power after dispelling the formation, even lost the power to protect her body.

A dignified Mahayana cultivator.

He was actually injured by a rusty kitchen knife from an ordinary person.

Yuhua turned her head slowly.

I saw the blood-red and rusty blade.

One holds it in his hand.

Frantically licking the blood on the blade.

Others rushed forward.

The eyes of those who hurt Yuhua.

Accidentally touched Yuhua's eyes.

In the clear snow, there is a faint glint of blood.

The man was stunned.

"Fairy?"

Yuhua withdrew her hand from the formation's eye.

Blood no longer flows wantonly.

The wound healed instantly.

He slowly stood up from the ground.

Looking down at the ground.

Creeping beings.

"I'm not a fairy."

Yuhua's lips curved slowly.

The voice became clearer and calmer.

The people looked at him anxiously and frantically.

Just around the corner to refute.

"No, you are!"

"You are a fairy! You are a fairy sent by heaven to save us! You also said that you are a fairy! You will save us!"

"You want to save us!"

If he can be saved, he is a fairy.

If you can't save it, you are a liar.

Yuhua's saber trembled more violently.

Fragile and small ordinary people, holding wooden sticks, sharp stones, and blunt knives, begged and looked at the fairy in their mouths cruelly.

Yuhua looked at the sentient beings running towards her.

His expression was flat, neither sad nor happy.

There seemed to be blood shining in the silver light in his eyes.

A pool of clarity was dyed red.

"One thought of the fairy and the devil."

He slightly opened his lips, with a faint smile.

He raised his hand casually, and his clothes fluttered lightly.

The saber happily fell into his hands.

"grown ups."

"Save the common people, I will..."

He was dressed in white clothes like snow.

Banished to the world.

The long sword is covered with frost and snow.

The raging power is raging.

His brows and eyes are as cold as the moon.

The voice is shallow.

"Fallen from the Abyss, I am also here!"

The sound of the long sword piercing through the air, accompanied by howls of ice and snow that covered the sky and covered the earth, swept towards all living beings, more swift and ruthless than the ancient evil formation.

The sword energy swept across thousands of troops.

Wherever he went, people were devastated and howled everywhere.

He guards the common people and the sword.

Finally stained with the blood of ordinary people.

And he is as tall as jade, and dressed in white.

It still looks spotless.

Except for a little bit of crimson in the clear silver eyes.

In addition to the wailing of all living beings.

He is still the same.

Moisturize all things, moisten the common people——

Immortal Yuhua.

The moment Si Zhuo fell into a dream.

What I saw was this scene.

Yuhua, I'm bewitched.

There was blood in his silver eyes.

There are cloud patterns flowing on the sleeves.

Smile at her.

The spring breeze melts the snow.

"Sir, you are here."

Si Zhuo was silent for a while, her brows and eyes gradually condensed, her tone was firm, but the blank memory gave her unspeakable confusion.

"Ji Hua, what are you doing?"

She didn't see much in his eyes, the sadness of being betrayed by the common people and falling into the devil, but more of the paranoia in peace.

She really doesn't understand.

I always feel that he is completing something step by step...

Task?obsession?
Ji Hua just smiled gently at her.

Quietly, without saying a word.

Hide the obstinacy and sickness in your eyes.

He threw down the sword, and walked slowly in front of her, the hem of his clothes fluttered, with the freshness and softness of spring breeze melting snow.

The crimson silver eyes reflected her face.

Si Zhuo's heart trembled inexplicably.

Look into his eyes.

There seemed to be countless pictures flying past in front of my eyes.

She hadn't had time to catch it yet.

Just listen to him, his voice soft.

The tone is very similar to her coaxing appearance.

"My lord, I didn't do anything, and I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to..."

"I want to be done by you."

There was an easy smile on his lips.

But in his eyes.

but suppressed——

Deep pain.

　Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

　　I am going crazy myself!
　　I'm not suitable for writing sad plots!
　　It will be over soon!

　　Let's still come to hello!
　　Hi, hi, hi, hi~
　　Ji Hua: "My lord, you will be my duck~"

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(End of this chapter)