In the ward.
A withered face slowly opened its eyes.
A swaying ceiling appeared in front of Song Ci's eyes. He paused for a long ti, but his vision was still blurry.
He tilted his head slightly, trying to see clearly his current environnt.
This... seems to be... a ward?
Song Ci tried hard to identify, and he saw more than one figure in the ward.
【"what happened?"】
My thoughts went blank.
He wanted to speak, but he felt a burning pain in his throat, and all the blood in his body seed to have been burned dry.
"Brother Song, you're awake."
A calm, peaceful voice sounded in my ears, like a spring breeze blowing on my face.
Song Ci's distracted eyes slowly moved up. This was a face that was very familiar to him for the first ti... I rembered that he had fought a life-and-death battle with the 【Apostle】 in the old city. Did he win?
"When you use the token for the first ti, you mobilize your divine power to a large extent. You are simply seeking death... What's more, this token contains the extrely blazing 'sun power', and 60% of the blood in your body has been burned. This is simply not possible. This is not an injury that normal people can survive." Gu Nanfeng held the wooden knife and sat by the window. His voice condensed into a line, compressed to the extre by Lan Qie, and transmitted to Song Ci's ears extrely softly.
The ward was still quiet.
Gu Nanfeng spoke softly: "Your retina has also been severely burned... It will take three to five days at the earliest before you can see. There is no need to look hard, you can't see anything."
It was obviously the first ti to et Gu Nanfeng.
But this guy gave
an inexplicable sense of security.
Song Ci actually closed his eyes... With his original temperant, once he woke up, he would do anything and make so noise.
The power of token blessing is indeed very powerful.
And the injuries after overdraft are indeed serious.
From the day he left the old city and officially started his extraordinary practice, Song Ci realized... that he was a very talented fighter. He clashed with others in the Chengxin Association, and after the fight, he was injured and only needed a night's sleep. If you sleep, you will be able to recover as before. As for those minor skin abrasions, scabs have ford on the wounds before you even go to the hospital. They can be peeled off and repaired on their own.
He once thought that this was God's gift to him. With this invincible body, no matter how unsatisfactory his life was, he could live a good life from the bottom of the tropolis.
So he began to beco more and more brave.
Just keep your head down and rush forward!
Ignore whether you can win or not... fight first and then talk!
But later Song Ci discovered... that's not the case. There is no so-called gift in this world. His body with extrely strong self-healing ability also has an upper limit. Those injuries that can be fully healed are just because they are not serious enough. For example, he was hit by a purple silver bullet. The broken forearm muscles and bones took several months to heal on their own, and left a scar that cannot be dissipated.
If the original bullet had passed through the heart... even Xiaoqiang, who couldn't be killed, would have been killed.
This ti.
The pain that spread throughout his body was more intense than being hit by a purple-silver bullet.
Song Ci felt as if he was being roasted on a fire. All the bones and blood in his body were being evaporated by the high temperature every second. The self-healing power that was constantly bursting out with the beating of his heart was gradually changing with the burning power. The burning sensation resisted and consud him, and his body's recovery speed beca extrely slow... In fact, he was already very content.
With such an injury, it is a miracle to be alive.
Song Ci moved her lips slightly.
He wanted to say: "Can I still live?"
I didn't expect Gu Nanfeng to understand.
But the sound of Lan Qi's wind rang in his ears.
"Yes. Of course I can." Gu Nanfeng said with a smile: "Not only can you live, but you can also jump around...but you need a little ti."
That's good... Song Ci let out a long breath.
"Take a good rest during this period, and if you don't ss around, you can return to your original state as soon as possible... You should feel the power of the token. This is the first ti you use it. Your 'immortal' body can still withstand the consequences of abuse. You can use it after that." Be extrely cautious.”
Gu Nanfeng said calmly: "You can replay the battle with the two apostles in your mind... Most of the divine power in the token was squandered by you and was not used on the blade."
Song Ci frowned slightly.
The scene of fighting Tie Wu and Qin Ye... erged in his mind.
indeed.
He wasted a lot of divine power... Perhaps because he had mastered the token for the first ti, he felt as if he owned an endless sea, and he naturally beca bold and unscrupulous when using it. In fact, every drop of water in this sea was You need to pay the price afterwards. On the other side of the Tower of Source, the two apostles were extrely frugal. Even if they were fighting to the death, they would not waste any of their divine power.
"What about those two people...?"
His lips moved again.
"Dead. All dead." Gu Nanfeng said: "Tie Wu died on the spot...Qin Ye was detained and committed suicide out of fear of cri."
Hear the news.
Song Ci felt a sense of sadness in her heart.
He couldn't see and didn't open his eyes, but just lay there in silence.
He has no idea about Iron Five...if he dies, he will die.
Qin Ye committed suicide out of fear of cri?
When he fell over the old city, there was still a trace of his consciousness, and he vaguely heard Lu Nanjin's angry voice... Before his consciousness dissipated, he wanted to use the token again to kill the lion that killed Lao Lu ten years ago. Lane murderer.
After all, it was because of the overdraft of divine power that he couldn't get up again.
But now... when he heard the news of Qin Ye's death, he didn't feel the pleasure of venting.
It would be a great advantage for him to die.
"How did Tie Wu... die? What happened that night?" Song Ci asked the biggest doubt in his heart.
After using the token.
His mory seed to have been drained.
This feeling...is similar to a lion sobering up after drinking too much.
"God's arrival." Gu Nanfeng said concisely and concisely: "The Dionysus Seat of the Tower of Source ca to Dadu in the body of the apostle, and Mr. Gu Changzhi... also chose God's presence. The Dionysus Seat was defeated, and Tie Wu's body could not carry the divine power of fire. So it exploded.”
Mr. Gu Changzhi...
Song Ci was inexplicably excited. He felt a little dreamy. After hearing what Gu Nanfeng said, Mr. Gu Changzhi was really alive and had chosen himself to be an apostle?
"Actually...this is why I'm waiting for you to wake up in the ward."
"I have sothing to tell you."
Gu Nanfeng spoke slowly, the flowing wind carried his voice with a hint of apology: "This is a secret that needs to be kept by you and ..."
Song Ci, who had originally made up his mind to stop looking at things, subconsciously sighed after hearing this, widened his eyes, and looked at the blurry shadow sitting by the window holding a knife.
"This token is not Mr. Gu Changzhi's token... I begged it from Guangming City."
"So, you are not the apostle chosen by Mr. Gu Changzhi, but the apostle of the God of Light."
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