Repugnant Gateway

Zhuge Chouyun turned away, apparently walking on his crutches with a trembling look, but disappeared in a blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could come up with a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and both saw deep concern in each other's eyes.

"you……"

Ding Wanqiu opened his mouth and finally asked: "Can you ... can you accept her?"

An Zheng stunned slightly: "What do you accept?"

Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between me and you, or I am not filial, I can't always mention the killing of you. The thought of my sister It ’s more complicated than I might be, so it ’s more painful. I like my enemy, and there ’s nothing in this world that is more painful than this. If ... if you think it is acceptable, can you accept her? Now people need protection and comfort. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine. "

An Zheng shook his head: "No."

Ding Wanqiu's face changed: "What do you mean?"

An Zheng said: "I mean, no."

"why?"

"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."

"But she likes you."

"I can't accept her because she likes me. It's not fair to me for people who like me and I like it. I can try to help her, but I can't have **** with her."

Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What's wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? She is not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like."

An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with it. Your sister is good enough, gentle and beautiful enough, but this is not a bargaining chip, and the relationship between two people does not need to rely on this bargaining chip. I said, I regard her as a friend, as long I will do what I can. "

Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her ... If Senior Zhuge really has the ability to save her, her weakest and lonely days will need some care and comfort."

An Zheng said: "Can't just can't, I won't lie to her."

Ding Wanqiu was silent for a while and sighed: "Your heart is really hard, I didn't see it before."

An Zhengdao said: "This has nothing to do with being hard-hearted."

Ding Wanqiu said: "Then why can't you accept her!"

An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to say this again. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide for her. Isn't the most important thing to save her now? You said these, has no meaning."

Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arm drooped down, seeming to lose strength for a moment.

An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong, she was still sitting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, and the speed at which her blood was dripping was getting slower and slower. It can be seen that Ding Wanqiu is almost gone, and the whole person is crumbling.

An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for senior Zhuge anymore."

He took a step forward, and was once again held by Ding Wanqiu: "Predecessor Zhuge said that she was connected to the withered blood vine by her own bloodline, and once forced to break in, it would hurt her life."

Anzheng looked down at the vines growing at the door of the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood-beads on his wrist. After a moment of silence, he said, "No matter."

An Zheng walked to the gate of the campus, flipped his wrist, took a dagger from his portable space implement, and stroked it on his wrist: "I don't know if this will work. If it doesn't work, I hope to share some dry blood Vine's request. "

He dripped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vine at the door. The blood-stained withered vine immediately twisted, like a python that smelled of prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop Anzheng, but he did not reach out in the end. He watched An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, reaching for his blood to drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly found himself losing.

He had a battle with Anzhen before, and at that time, the two men seemed to be both injured in the match. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to Anzheng. He felt that if he tried his best, Anzheng should not be his opponent. Now, however, he finds that he has lost very thoroughly. This is not a gap in practice, but a life.

An Zheng's blood flowed quickly, but he never recovered his hand, and he was constantly urging the power of repair to make the blood flow faster.

However, after a few minutes, those withered blood vines gathered more and more, greedily absorbing the blood of Anzheng, but never formed a connection with Anzheng.

An Zheng's face also became more and more white. Ding Wanqiu was silent behind him for a while, and then strode up, cut his arms with a dagger, and drenched the blood on the dried blood vine.

At this time, I didn't know whether it was telepathy or what happened. She apparently ran all the way, seeing that An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu were dripping blood on the dried blood vines, and the sweaty flushed complexion turned a bit pale.

"No more drops!"

Zigong ran to Anzheng, stretched out two hands and pulled both Anzheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's withered blood vine!"

An Zheng said with a sigh: "It is withered blood vine, you see Ding Ningdong."

A meandering glance made her face more difficult to look at: "Making such a thing with her own blood ... She has fallen into her own demon. You use your blood to try to establish a connection with the dried blood vine , The method is right, but you are not doctors and do n’t know how to do it at all. "

Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me come."

An Zheng asked: "Do you have a way?"

Qu Liuxi bit her lip: "I made it with Huangqu Dandan furnace!"

An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it is too dangerous for you. Once it attracts the attention of others, it will immediately attract many people."

The meander said: "It's important to save people, I don't care so much."

An Zheng shook his head: "It is important to save people, but you are even more important."

Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, and then looked at the music, suddenly realized. This girl is the person he likes that An Zheng said. He seemed to see a sacred glory from this girl, so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to determine whether it was his own illusion. He was pretty sure that there was no relationship between this girl and her sister, she was just a real healer.

Anzheng grasped the hand that was meandering: "No, it's no discussion. It's wrong to let yourself be hurt because of saving people. In any case, I won't put you in danger."

The two were talking, and Gu Qianye and Du Shouran also ran from a distance. Du Shoushou also embraced the good old cat, his eyes widened at the moment he saw the withered blood vine.

It broke free from Du Shoulan's arms, picked Anzheng's shoulder and screamed a few times towards the side of the Blight Blood Vine, with a strong momentum. Everyone was anxious about Ding Ningdong's situation and didn't care. Only An Zheng saw that in Shan Ye's eyes, he seemed to be full of hatred for such things as withered blood vine.

Before waiting for Anzheng to react, Suye suddenly gave a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.

Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic cloth flew out of Du Shou's thin arms, spinning and flying towards the small courtyard. Not waiting for everyone's reaction, a gray mist-like thing was emitted from the magic cloth and quickly covered the withered blood vine. Then the magic cloth suddenly became larger, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth separated from the magic cloth, pressed down like ropes.

Every stick is like a dragon, and every vine withered blood vine is like a python. The dragon and the python fought in mid-air, and in the mist, withered blood vines seemed to become clumsy, and their actions slowed down a lot. And the cloth does not seem to be thick and strong, but it is more flexible and tougher.

In less than five minutes, all the vines were **** with cloth strips, and then entangled in a circle, winding those withered blood vines like dumplings.

After a while, countless black fires on the magic cloth suddenly burned down along the separated strips. It was only a trance time, and the fire in the small courtyard was burning. The black flame looked extremely strange, and among the black fire, all the vines of the withered blood vine were twisting violently, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Mao Ershan squatted on Anzheng's shoulder and yelled a few times, seeming to be talking to the demon cloth. A black wall of fire was formed on the magic cloth and cut down directly, separating Ding Ningdong and all withered blood vines. The black fire was burning bigger and bigger, as if even the room had been swallowed into it. It's weird that the people outside the yard didn't feel a little heat.

It lasted about ten minutes or so, and the magic cloth recovered all the cloth strips, then changed to its original size, and flew back into Du Shou's thin arms. Cat Ershan shouted and jumped directly from Duan's shoulder to Du's thin and thin arms, squinting on the magic cloth. However, An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Shan Ye's eyes.

An Zheng thought that the nine-turned reincarnation and the demon cloth had fought side by side for countless times. Perhaps at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had once fought together with such things as withered vine.

Seeing that the withered blood vine has been eradicated, the meander immediately rushed in, holding Ding Ningdong, who was crumbling, and put his hand on the vein gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out a panacea and put the panacea in his palm. A light blue flame burst out of her palm, and then turned to green after a few seconds, then to white after a few seconds, and then to red.

The red flames looked real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. After about a minute or so, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap, not broken, but separated in a regular form. Elixir is divided into five petals, as if blooming. Immortality is solemn, with a small red dot spinning violently. The meandering hand is extremely stable, without shaking at all.

No one dared to disturb her. This process lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that the blooming elixir was about to shrink back, swiftly picked up some of the powder after the burning of the dead blood vine and threw it into it. She dragged the panacea in her left hand, and the flames continued to roast. And her right hand stretched out, and a small and delicate medicine box opened in mid-air. The same herbs or other things that others could not recognize flew out of the medicine box and landed on her right hand.

She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand, and after the fire burned, these things quickly integrated into the elixir.

Thirty-six kinds of medicines were fully melted in, and the elixir coincided exactly as it was before. Zigong Xi gently sighed, then pinched Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the Elixir into it. The entrance of Nadan medicine melted quickly and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. But seconds later, Ding Ningdong suddenly sprayed a mouthful of black water. The black water landed, and there was something like an octopus writhing back and forth.

Meandering, a medicine powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled on the black object that looked like a disgusting octopus. The thing made a scream, then fell to the ground and turned into black water .

"The blood roots of withered blood vines were pulled out by me, and she is not at risk of life for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons and need a master to diagnose."

The meander wiped the sweat on his forehead and said.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and no one thought that she could make alchemy with the palm of her hand ... that scene was unforgettable.