Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Song Yizhi raised his head and looked at the god in front of him.

God Shura looked at Song Yizhi's helpless look, swallowed the words on his lips, and the coldness around him also calmed down a lot.

He picked up the teacup on the table, poured a glass of water and handed it over.

"Thank you." Song Yizhi took the tea cup, lowered his eyes and took a sip of warm water.

God Shura put down the teapot, and a cold voice sounded, "Stretch out your hand."

Song Yizhi looked up.

"There were hordes of giant beasts coming out of the undead and resentful ghost formation. In that case, a poisoned arrow was easily ignored by us. I vaguely felt something was wrong, but I was too busy dealing with the giant beasts at that time and didn't go into details. After I went back, I reviewed the situation of this battle." Shura God lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yizhi's bloodless face.

At this time, there was no blood on her lips, and her pale lips made her look weak and sickly.

Looking at her now, she is no different from a fragile porcelain doll.

Shura's words seemed to be asking with certainty, "Did you block that arrow?"

Having said this, Song Yizhi could only say, "That's not the case, that arrow was aimed at me."

Looking at Song Yizhi, who was sick but still stubborn, God Shura said coldly, "Are you coming for you or are you coming for me? I can't tell the difference?"

If it hadn't been for a post-war review, he might have been deceived by Song Yizhi again.

Song Yizhi sighed helplessly.

This man, oh no, this god is really hard to deceive.

"Reach out." God Shura spoke again.

Song Yizhi put down the tea cup and stretched out his right hand.

God Shura used his divine power to roll up Song Yizhi's sleeves. There was an arrow hole on the skin that should have been porcelain white, and frightening poisonous threads spread out from the wound.

The nearly black poisonous threads reflected on the porcelain white skin were too dazzling.

God Shura looked at the rapidly spreading poisonous threads, his eyes darkened again and again.

really.

The poisonous arrow should have been flying from the right rear. Song Yizhi raised her hand to block it, and the poisonous arrow pierced her arm.

But Song Yizhi reacted very quickly, and she destroyed the corpse where she couldn't see it.

Fortunately, I have the habit of reviewing after war.

"Don't worry, I'm immune to all poisons. I'll be fine after a while." Song Yizhi stretched out his hand and put down his sleeves, speaking slowly.

Looking at the relaxed Song Yizhi, God Shura became silent.

The long silence made Song Yizhi raise his eyes.

The figure of the god two or three steps away is as tall and tall as a pine or cypress. He is as handsome as any other, but also fierce and majestic.

That tall body cast a large shadow, and the shadow enveloped Song Yizhi.

At this time, he was looking down at Song Yizhi intently, with a cold look in his eyes that was a bit incomprehensible.

Song Yizhi broke the silence of the courtyard and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." God Shura lowered his eyelids slightly and looked away from Song Yizhi.

At this time, several people outside the hospital looked at Rong Yueyuan with slightly strange expressions.

I always feel like the atmosphere is not right.

Rong Yueyuan looked at the situation in the hospital quietly, but because the Shura God stood in front of Song Yizhi and covered him up, Rong Yueyuan did not see Song Yizhi's sick look.

In the courtyard.

Song Yizhi looked at the god with a cold and serious face, and smiled helplessly with the corner of his lips slightly curved, "You look like this, I look like a porcelain doll that will break at the touch of a touch."

God Shura looked at the slightly trembling hand, and suppressed his tone to make his voice less cold, "Stop laughing, why are you holding on in front of me?"

He was clearly shaking in pain, but he still looked calm and calm.

... He would rather Song Yizhi lost his temper, cursed, and smashed things with a sullen face than to see her... hypocritical appearance. "I don't have any." Song Yizhi's tone was a little slower.

God Shura's hand hanging by his side moved, his fingers slightly bent as if he was restraining himself.

"Offensive." Finally, God Shura reached out and grabbed Song Yizhi's wrist.

Song Yizhi really didn't have much strength, so he followed Shura God.

If he didn't let him check it, he wouldn't be able to rest assured.

The divine power that was always chilling suddenly became gentle when it entered Song Yizhi's body.

After a rough inspection of Song Yizhi's physical condition, God Shura's lips almost formed a line.

This is the poison specially prepared by the 'Star God' for himself. This poison... is not said to be able to kill gods, but it can also severely damage the vitality of gods.

This poison was raging to destroy the bones and meridians, while the divine power was constantly repairing the muscles and bones. Only she knew the pain and torture, and others could only imagine it.

If Song Yizhi had enough divine power, she could suppress this poison, but she had been fighting hard for a long time and had even taken a breath of phoenix breath some time ago. Her current physical condition...

If this poison falls on her, she will inevitably be tortured for a period of time.

Looking at the god whose pressure around him was getting colder and colder, Song Yizhi took a breath and said, "Listen to me..."

"Did you forget that you had Phoenix Breath not long ago? Don't you know what's going on with your body?" A cold and serious voice interrupted Song Yizhi's words.

After finishing his words, looking at the pale and weak Song Yizhi, God Shura said, "I'm sorry."

Song Yizhi looked at Shura God who turned around and apologized to her, feeling deeply helpless. Just when she was about to say a few words of teasing to ease the atmosphere, traces of black blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Seeing that Song Yizhi still wanted to swallow the poisonous blood, God Shura said coldly, "Don't hold it in, spit it out."

Seeing Song Yizhi swallowing, God Shura directly grasped her jaw and forced her to open her mouth with skillful force.

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Yizhi coughed after being choked.

Following several coughs, a mouthful of black blood came up, and all of it was spat into the hands of God Shura.

Looking at the god with blood-black hands, Song Yizhi looked over with a bit of apology in his eyes.

"Where did you learn this bad habit?" God Shura lectured coldly, "Don't shout when it hurts, endure it when it hurts, what's your temper?"

As the words fell, a large amount of gentle divine power entered Song Yizhi's body to help her suppress the raging poison.

Song Yizhi, who had recovered a bit, looked at the cold god in front of him, "I, cough cough cough..."

Song Yizhi quickly waved away the god in front of her, and she bent over weakly.

In order to avoid falling to the ground, Song Yizhi held one hand on the table and the other on his legs to straighten himself up.

As Shura Shen took a step aside, Song Yizhi was exposed to the sight of several people.

Seeing Song Yizhi's pale and weak appearance, several people became nervous and worried. Then, several people noticed that the fingertips of Shura God hanging at the side were dripping with black blood.

Bei Xianyue's mind turned slightly.

Come on, let her make a bold guess.

The black blood on God Shura's hand was spit out by Song Yizhi.

Why did Song Yizhi vomit black blood into the hands of God Shura?

There is only one possibility.

God Shura pinched Song Yizhi's face and forced her to open her mouth and spit out the black blood!

Thinking of this, Beixianyue glanced at the fifth elder a few steps away.

Xu was a fifth elder who was very experienced, so she didn't see anything wrong.

"Be patient, I will help you force out more poison, and you will feel better then." God Shura's cold voice sounded.

"No." Song Yizhi refused. She felt a steady stream of divine power pouring into her body and hurriedly reached out to pull God Shura's sleeve to stop him.

God Shura, whose sleeves were pulled, stopped under Song Yizhi's pleading eyes. (End of chapter)