Chapter 378: The **** of blood is not me

Yang Yang triumphantly heard his sister’s words, and his face was a little disappointed, but he still said truthfully: "A general condensed realm cultivator can’t do it. A real condensed player who specializes in healing spells may not treat him at the same time. The origin of life.
If I can invite that person, I will be 100% sure to save his life. "
Yangyang's younger sister's eyes lit up and she begged hopefully: "Brother, I can't accept my friend dying in front of me, please help him."
She looked sad and weak, and looked very pitiful.
"Three months, my friend?"
Yang Yang asked triumphantly in a soft voice, with no emotions in his face.
"Brother, the length of time has nothing to do with the relationship, we are really good friends."
"A good friend?"
Yang Yang was a little furious: "Good friend, you just let me give everything I have. In reality, is it to sell the house to save your good friend?"
In her opinion, her brother's future and all his belongings can be discarded as a good friend.
Yang Yang's proud words made his sister seem a little flustered, and his brother didn't know why it seemed to have changed.
She stammered: "Brother...Brother, you can earn more money, but if your friend dies, you will never have it again."
At the end, the expression on her face became firm again.
"Can you earn more money and future?"
The proud Yangyang smiled bitterly, and seemed a little bit distracted: "Sister, so be it. I know you are still young and don't know the importance of career and money.
Most of the time they are more important than many of our feelings. "
How can my sister know the burden of a man who has begun to support the family?
How difficult is it for a Qi Refining Realm cultivator at the bottom of the Immortal Cultivation World to maintain his own cultivation and to support a mortal to cultivate at the speed of a super genius?
Since the troops were stationed in the steel fort, apart from the training time that has been halved every day, all his free time has been spent on the task of picking up spirits, and there has never been a trace of free time.
Don't forget that his wife and his son are still in the Azure Realm, and he also needs to accumulate some cultivation resources for them.
For these reasons, even if he is an elite player with inhuman diligence, his cultivation speed will inevitably lag behind the players of the same level around him.
Being assigned to command the foundation-building troops is a negative impact brought about by the backward cultivation base.
He has never complained about this. He is an older brother, a husband, and a father. This is his responsibility. He is too exhausted and willing to regret it.
But now, my sister wants him to let him do everything for a so-called friend who has only known him for three months, and even overdraw the future, give up the future to save him?
Hearing his brother’s refusal, Yang Yang’s younger sister became anxious: "Brother, isn’t it just some spiritual stone supplies, and some things in the game? It’s a big deal, I will return it to you later."
Proud Yangyang was silent for a long time, and said in an unhappy or angry voice: "Sister, I'm spoiled for you, making you think that cultivation is an easy thing.
I found that for you to delay my cultivation, falling behind from the guild is a cost-effective approach, and it is not conducive to protecting the naive you in the future.
Therefore, I decided that from now on I will no longer provide you with resources until I reach the Condensed Realm and have stronger hematopoietic ability. "
After that, he stopped paying attention to the begging sister and hung up the communication.
"Brother, brother, you can't do this, this is a lively life..."
Yangyang's younger sister yelled anxiously, but the video had been hung up on the other side, and when she called back, she found that she had been temporarily blocked.
She became scared, as if she had fallen into the abyss of a black hole, seeing nothing, as if the world had abandoned her.
"Brother, brother..."
Yang Liu couldn't bear it, and comforted: "Sheep, don't cry, maybe your brother has his own consideration."
Yangyang's sister said angrily: "What consideration, he is cold-blooded, only considering his own game virtual property, selfish!"
The two Chinese teachers and math teachers nearby also politely comforted her and advised her a few words, which made her even more unhappy.
Next to him, Obosa's breath of life, who had persisted for a long time, fell like a cliff. It seemed that he felt something. He struggled to put a hand on his chest and prayed intermittently.
"My lord...the throne is high...on the stars, the lamb of the lord...returns to your heaven..."
The surrounding villagers and players were silent, tears blurred in their eyes, and they could see that this respected man was about to pass away. Under his inspiration, the villagers could not help but put their hands on their chests and pray in a low voice.
"...You are the master of killing, a great being born in blood..."
Hundreds of villagers around prayed together, and the voices converged little by little. At first it was noisy and chaotic. After a while, the waves merged into a torrent, and solemn singing and prayers enveloped this rural land.
The four players did not participate in their singing and praying, and looked at the solemn and pious villagers around them a little bewildered.
Obviously they taught by their own hands the religious classics that seemed ridiculous and boring to them, why at this moment a solemn atmosphere can involuntarily infect their hearts.
"My lord, my god..."
Obosa's face was relieved, his head tilted slightly, and his body completely lost the breath of life.
The villagers showed a look of grief, and the chanting of prayers did not stop, but became louder and more prolonged.
"what is that?"
A player behind Yang Liu exclaimed, looking in the direction of the church in disbelief.
The air over the roof of the rough thatched church built with logs suddenly distorted, and a little golden red light gathered.
Suddenly the light was bright and generous, and the endless holy light gathered from all directions, as if a golden and red two-color intertwined sun suddenly appeared here.
"Lord! My God!"
All the villagers showed zeal, and they knelt on their knees without hesitation, the prayers in their mouths were louder, and they instantly changed from shallow believers to devout believers, and they were only one level away from fanatics.
The four players were dumbfounded and couldn't believe their eyes: "Really, there is a of blood? Isn't it a religious belief that came out casually from above?"
The two colors of gold and red believe in the sun intertwined and twisted, slowly revealing a white long sword wearing a black robe with a blurred face and holding a sacred scratch in the center.
"My saint, don't die."
The shadows have hollow eyes, and the power of belief around the body has produced a magical change. There is no vibration of the air, no fluctuations similar to divine consciousness, and all sounds are automatically born in the hearts of all believers.
A holy light of gold and red intertwined shining from the tip of his finger to Obosa, who had lost his breath of life.
Surrounded by a golden red light, Obosa's corpse automatically floated in the air, and his torn but neat linen cloth broke apart, revealing his tall, thin, twisted and wrinkled body that was shriveled like an orange.
Under the cover of the Holy Light, his body changed astonishingly.