I promise

Chapter 230
An arrow pierced through the heart.

Jin Yanchen's eyes were red, and he turned his head and shouted wildly: "Where is Chang Qianfo? Where is Chang Qianfo? Take that kid back to me!"

As soon as the words fell, Chang Qianfo had already rushed to the front, his feet seemed to be treading on waves, and his figure was unstable. He took Mu Dianke from Jin Yanchen's hand with trembling hands, and quickly tapped her wrist veins with his fingers.

The pulse condition is thin and weak, the visceral qi is exhausted inside, and the meridian qi is not enough, which is already a sign of the past.

Chang Qianfo's heart felt as if a knife had been twisted, he quickly took the needle and pricked Mu Dianke's [-] primary acupoints.

He has only two hands, even if his fingers are flying, it is still difficult to prevent the energy in Mu Dianke from leaking out, his heart is ruthless, the palm of his hand exerts force, and he slaps Mu Dianke's chest fiercely.

Jin Yanchen still has the ability to distinguish under the severe pain, regardless of whether he is saving people or hurting people, he grabbed the long knife and was about to slash at Chang Qianfo, but Xu Younan bound his hands and feet from behind, screaming in grief and indignation Said: "What do you want to do? What do you want to do?"

Speaking later, there was a crying voice in his voice: "Ah? What exactly are you trying to do?"

The voice is extremely fragile, like a child who has been wronged but wants to hold back. If he can't hold back, he will burst into tears.

Xu Younan was very sad, and coaxed him softly: "Mr. Chang is here to save Si'er. He will not hurt Si'er."

Jin Yanchen was still trembling all over, but finally calmed down, his eyes fixed on Mu Dianke's pale and bloodless face, and his eyes and face were full of great panic.

What should he do if she dies?
He... only her left.

Chang Qianfo put his palm on Mu Dianke's chest, and the pure yang internal force in his body was continuously sent out from his palm.

Mu Dian's visceral qi is exhausted inside, so forcibly replenishing yang will definitely exhaust him.However, there is no other way to find at this time, so the soldiers have to take risks, put them to death and survive.

Chang Qianfo exerted strength with his palms, trying his best to stabilize the vital energy in Mu Dianke's six viscera so that it would not leak out, but he was also afraid that the viscera would be injured by excessive force.Because of being too nervous, sweat was rolling on his forehead.

Shouted: "Hold her back!"

Jin Yanchen quickly squatted down and supported Mu Dianke's back.

Chang Qianfo freed his left hand and stabbed at the Yin meridian and Jiuwei and Qihai points in her body, making her very sick, and shouted again: "Bring the knife!"

Xu Younan didn't have a knife in his hand, and was about to run to find it, Chang Qianfo said again: "You can also use darts."

Xu Younan took out a plum blossom dart from his sleeve, rubbed it on the inside of the sleeve, and handed it over.

Chang Qianfo took the dart and passed the sharp edge across the blood vessels of Mu Dianke's waist, legs and abdomen, while applying the needle, stagnant black blood slowly overflowed from the skin.

The blockage of the meridian was gone, Chang Qianfo pressed Mu Dian with one hand to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and took dozens of needles between the fingers with the other hand. There was no one to help, so he had to rely on finger movement to control the depth of the needle, and stab the four points. He held his breath and concentrated, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Seeing Chang Qianfo's expression, Xu Younan knew that he was in the critical moment of needle injection and could not be disturbed, so he quickly stood up and guarded with the two ghosts and ghosts.

The fighting in the southwest is still going on.Rong Yi's side suffered heavy casualties, and the situation of everyone in Ming Palace was not much better.Because of the large number of the army, as soon as one person was killed, dozens or even hundreds of people rushed up one after another, killing them endlessly.

The successive vicious fights caused many Ming Palace disciples to start showing signs of exhaustion.

Si Yin flew back behind Fang Junyu again, and sang along with his zither:

The north wind is howling, and the palace drinking night is long.

After ten years of killing and felling, the crown was dyed red.

The son's parents are old, and the grass grows in Longtou.

It's not Wei Jiaguo who makes swords and guns every year.

When will you disarm the soldiers and send me back to my hometown?
The sound of swords and soldiers, the sound of fighting, and the sound of singing and zither were all chaotic, echoing into a background sound, faint and distant, unable to reach the ears of Jin Yanchen and Chang Qianfo.

The air seems to be mixed with lead, silent and dignified.

Chang Qianfo was sweating profusely, strands of sweat flowed down his neck and back, and his clothes were drenched.Although he tried his best to stabilize his hands, he couldn't stop shaking slightly.

Mu Dianke gradually became aware of the dirty air.It's just that the whole body hurts so badly that it's hard to move.Misty, like a figure swaying in front of the eyes, I can't see clearly, but it is so kind and familiar.

She called softly: "Thousand Buddhas?"

Changqian Buddha wept with joy, stretched out his hand to hold Mu Dianke in his arms, as if he had found something lost, but he didn't dare to use too much force when he wanted to hug her tightly, his tears poured down like rain, and he replied repeatedly: "I am here, I am here, Dianke, it is me, I am Thousand Buddhas."

Mu Dianke forced himself to open his eyes, only to see a face full of tears gradually enlarged and clear in front of his eyes, the eyes overflowed with brilliance, and he smiled slowly, his smile was pale, like a flower that would wither at any time flower.

"very nice."

She said softly: "Unexpectedly, I have committed so many murders, done all the bad things, and in the end... God still treats me so kindly, let me...let me see you again before I die, can... In your arms."

Chang Qianfo broke down in tears and said, "You won't die, I won't let you die."

Mu Dianke raised his hand and gently stroked Chang Qianfo's face, as if he couldn't believe it, he called again: "Qianfo?"

Chang Qianfo quickly replied, "It's me."

Mu Dianke tried his best to open his eyes, stared deeply at his face, as if he would never see him again, touched the corner of his eyes with his fingers, and said softly, "Don't cry."

Chang Qianfo choked up and said, "Okay, I won't cry."

Mu Dianke tilted his head and squinted his eyes at him, like a lazy little girl who just woke up from a nap, and said in a weak, angry voice, "You look so ugly when you cry... , I still like to see you smile."

Chang Qianfo burst into tears, couldn't help it even if he endured it, gritted his teeth, forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying, and said: "Then what now?"

Mu Dian was ridiculous: "It's still ugly." She said with deep warmth and nostalgia in her eyes, "But you are willing to make me happy, I...I am very happy."

As if there were steel needles in her heart and lungs, she insisted on continuing: "Actually, that nomad, I lied to you. You are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing..." She looked at him without any emotion. With a half surprised expression, he said, "Did you already know?"

He didn't raise his breath in one breath, his chest was tight and short of breath, and he couldn't continue.

Chang Qianfo quickly pressed her back, channeled his internal energy to replenish her energy, and said, "I know, I know everything. Don't talk, the days to come are still long, and you can slowly tell me that you are not in a hurry."

Mu Dianke shook his head weakly, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to see his appearance to death. I don't have a chance to say it anymore. I...I know that you are good to me. Others value my appearance, and some people want to use me. Only you...Only you are really good to me.

But...but I can't repay you.In the next life... In the next life, I will definitely remember your appearance and go to find you.But……"

Tears welled up in her eyes, which was deeply sad and lonely: "But I have done so many bad things, six reincarnations, what should I do if they don't let me enter the human world? What if I become a duck, a duck?" Dog, will you...would you not know me?"

Jin Yanchen couldn't take it anymore, covered his face and turned around.A loud roar suddenly broke out, like the horn of a lone wolf alone in the wilderness, miserable and desperate.

Raising the knife, he rushed towards the enemy's camp, slashing with the knife, regardless of the defense, and he did not know how many sword and gun wounds were added in an instant.

The shadow of the knife was frantic, blood was flying everywhere it passed, and severed limbs were flying everywhere.

(End of this chapter)