Chapter 77: After the war

Zhao Shi walked slowly in the direction of Wu Tianlin, extremely steady and extremely slow.
In the middle stage of refining Qi, the cultivator's three fireball spells, although he forcibly accepted the three fireball spells, he suffered huge wounds in his internal organs. After the injury, he desperately killed Tai Ritian and made Zhao Shi more injured.
Don't look at him as if his appearance is still intact, but the internal organs under the seemingly intact skin have been severely displaced, ruptured, hemorrhages, and even a slight smell of meat can be smelled locally, which is already three-way ripe.
He didn't care whether Wu Tianlin was running away or staying in a daze. Wu Tianlin ran away. He would again deepen his wounds to kill Wu Tianlin. It is estimated that Wu Tianlin's energy and blood can heal his deepened injuries and there is still some surplus.
It is better not to run, and to have more surplus.
Wu Tianlin did not run away, Zhao Shi came to him, not caring about the huge confusion in his heart, put his hand on the hilt of the sword and swung his sword.
"President, wait"
A millimeter from the sword and Wu Tianlin's neck, the eager sound of the spear came.
The spear was half disabled, his thigh was broken, his right arm disappeared, and the fracture was smooth. His left arm was supported on the ground and crawled over like a small worm, and a pool of blood shed on the ground.
If it hadn't been for him to completely turn off his pain, he would have died of pain now.
Spear begged: "Guild Leader, Old Wu is just very curious. After all, he is not the same as us and he must be very curious about immortal cultivators, so he couldn't help but take a look. There is no malice."
The surrounding players also discovered what happened here, and they gathered to discourage them.
"Yes, chairman, the old man is very nice, don't kill him."
The flying snail had better luck this time. It didn’t hang up, but there was a long and narrow wound on his chest. From the left shoulder to the right thigh, the wind blade had exhausted its kinetic energy here, and did not cut him in half. , I have to say that the battlefield is a place where a miracle was born.
He also helped: "Yes, President, we can win this time, and Old Wu has also taught us a lot. We wouldn't be able to learn it if it wasn't for Old Wu's dedication to teaching."
"Yes, President"
"Old Wu, your curiosity is too serious, this has aroused the suspicion of the chairman."
"Explain to the president quickly."
A player with only the upper body left winked at Wu Tianlin desperately, motioning him to make a round.
Wu Tianlin couldn't help looking at Zhao Shi: "I..."
He couldn't go on, the bloodthirsty red light in Zhao Shi's eyes had soared to an inch, and the desire for food in it made Wu Tianlin's heart cold, and he couldn't help but swallow the prepared words.
Zhao Shi tried his best to restrain his instinctive desire for broken body, the red light in his eyes converged, watching the surrounding players who were half disabled, or with broken legs and arms, fell silent for a moment, and returned the sword to the scabbard:
"It looks like this is indeed the case. I misunderstood and I'm sorry."
He remembered the way these people were desperately blocking Tae Ritian’s wind blade and fireball in front of him. There were many people with broken arms and legs that appeared to block the gun for him, and they looked like small eyes. With the look of the child's expectation, Zhao Shi couldn't bear to continue cutting the sword at Wu Tianlin's neck.
"Woo! Good! Old Wu, you're all right!"
The surrounding players cheered. To tell the truth, Zhao Shi has always been denied by his six relatives, and they did not expect that Zhao Shi would be merciful under their persuasion.
But Lao Wu is an NPC they like very much after all, and he can't bear to explain it like this.
Wu Tianlin also showed a touch of emotion on his face. He also knew the players' fear of Zhao Shi. He didn't expect that they would actually plead for themselves, a person who only got along for a few days. All of a sudden, there was a lot of mixed feelings in his heart. "Thank you, everyone." ..."
"Hey, it feels so uncomfortable, I'll go ahead, brothers, see you in three days."
Although the pain sensation has been turned off, looking at his upper body and the lower body that he did not know where to go, some players showed painful expressions and picked up a knife and wiped his neck.
"That's right, I'm going to die early and be super-born, and I'm leaving too."
When the surrounding players heard the words, they said goodbye together, drew their swords and wiped their throats.
Long Qiang advised Wu Tianlin: "Old Wu, I'll take a step first, don't mess with the president.
The president is very talkative, as long as you don't mess with him, he can't even think of you. "
After that, he wiped his neck and his arm was broken. Now the player level is still low and there is no effective means to connect the broken arm. You can't let the player with the broken arm be a Yang Guo in the future, right?
The sound of pulling a knife and wiping his neck continued to sound, and soon there were only a dozen players with intact arms and torsos, including the flying snail, and even the sunset Sanxi and the little fat man’s romantic night knife died. He was killed by the bombing, and he was so old.
Seeing the skillful movement of wiping his neck around him, Wu Tianlin swallowed and felt extremely oozing.
The flying snail came to Wu Tianlin and said politely: "Old Wu, can you find a carriage for us? We really can't walk now."
Wu Tianlin quickly said, "I'll go right away."
...
In the guild resident, Zhao Shi looked at the thin figure squatting on the ground holding his knees in front of the ruins of his attic, showing relief.
He slowly came to her and teased: "Xiao Ling'er, what are you doing, are you counting the ants?"
"Young Master!!!"
Zhao Ling'er raised her head in surprise, and suddenly threw herself into Zhao Shi’s arms, crying: "I thought you were dead. Sister Yue said that a fairy is coming. Let me go quickly. I thought I would never see you again. , Woo woo..."
Zhao Shi smiled and comforted: "How is it possible, your young master, I am invincible, how can I die?"
He gently patted Zhao Ling'er on the back, knowing from her trembling shoulders that her inner fear was like a little homeless milk dog.
Yes, who else is her relative in the world? Besides yourself, who else can be used as emotional support?
The feeling of being alone in this vast world is really familiar and uncomfortable.
Near the attic, Sun Yue's office is still intact. Zhao Shi smiled bitterly and put Zhao Ling'er, who was already asleep, on the small bed during the lunch break, and gently wiped away the tears on her face like cats and cats with a ray of internal force. And the stains, then covered her with a quilt, and slowly separated her curled up.
Only when Zhao Shi had to exert her strength, her small brows wrinkled, and she was very dissatisfied with Zhao Shi's change of her curled up posture. Zhao Shi tried several times, and she was left alone. Anyway, she just slept for an afternoon.
It was really embarrassing for her to be able to fall asleep even if she was crying, weak, pitiful and helpless.
After placing her, a small translucent head slipped out of her waist, patted her chest with some fear, and cried and said, "Zhao Shi, sister Yue is dead. I saw her commit suicide by poisoning. Up."
"She told us to go first and gave us some time, and then after a long time we came back and we couldn't see her."
The killing intent in Zhao Shi's eyes disappeared, and he said to Yang Qing: "It's okay, she will be resurrected in three days and will appear in front of you again, and there will be no change."
Sun Yue is not even a martial artist in the early stage of body refining, and will not drop.
"Really?" Yang Qing looked at Zhao Shi with tears in his eyes.
"Really."