Beauty's Personal Physician

Master Yukong's expression flickered, then he nodded and said with a smile: "Then I will give you a quota!"

At this moment, the head of the hospital has already decided on the ownership of that special quota.

But at the same time, Master Yukong also secretly sent a voice transmission to Xuenv, reminding: "The only remaining quota originally belonged to the pharmacist in the Doomsday World, and now it is for you to enjoy. I hope you will explain to the pharmacist in the future." , it is best to help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"This is his..." Xuenv's beautiful eyes flickered with some brilliance, then turned around and disappeared in place.

The master Yukong showed a hint of playfulness, and thought to himself, this should be regarded as leaving a glimmer of hope for the brat.

In the endless darkness, a figure is falling.

Yang Di didn't know how long he had fallen, but he only knew that from the moment he fell, he was lost.

"What's wrong with me..." In a daze, Yang Di roared in his chest, his voice was dull, as if he was struggling.

He couldn't open his eyes, and even his consciousness was in chaos, wandering in confusion, as if he had lost his self-control.

The only sober thing is that he is constantly falling!

This feeling is terrifying, like a meteor falling from the sky, lost its track, unable to find the dawn of landing, the momentary fireworks stay in the endless darkness and silence, silently feeling the eternal withering.

Yang Di has never been so hesitant and helpless like this moment. He doesn't even know if he is still alive, and his mind gradually forgets what he did before he fell.

What's even more frightening is that with the passage of time, Yang Di gradually got used to this feeling subconsciously, like giving up on himself after being lonely. Gradually, Yang Di felt as if he was becoming a part of the dark abyss, and his body was changing. It's cold, and the consciousness is empty.

He seemed to be powerless to stop all this, and even a little resigned, with a devilish voice echoing in his heart: Just live forever in this way!

"No! I can't do this, I can't be lost here forever, I still have a lot to do, they are still waiting for me..."

In the cold despair, Yang Di gritted his teeth and roared, full of unwillingness. When his consciousness was about to cool down, a glimmer of light appeared in his mind.

Regardless of his status as a monk, Yang Di is more like a mortal in his heart. He has too many concerns, and in many cases, he can't pursue something without distraction.

However, at this moment, those incessantly chaotic thoughts saved him, which has gone beyond the scope of motivation, and is more like a kind of self-return that was preordained in the dark.

Although still unable to open his eyes, Yang Di's eyes are no longer dark, and the light and shadow of a bustling city emerges, and the moments with Su Yu, the crazy girl and the others are unforgettable. .

Wuli Village is still peaceful, and it is another cold morning with white snow, but compared with a few years ago, it is now a thriving place. Xiling’s brick and tile houses have been demolished, and new and neat buildings continue to rise. Surroundings, medicine gardens are lined up in patches, and migrant workers are working. Even in heavy snow, they are managed in an orderly manner.

This place is no longer poor and backward. At a glance, it is full of prosperity and hope. When you zoom in on the picture, you can vaguely see the little faces of the villagers.

The picture gathers again, the old house of the Yang family is vividly remembered, the yard has been renovated a lot, but it still retains the antique flavor, the grandfather is smoking dry cigarettes on the kang, and the parents have come back from a hard work, at this time a charming and beautiful figure steps forward, smiling Yingying patted the snow off the body of the second elder.

That woman is still beautiful, but she is a bit more mature and virtuous than many years ago. She took good care of this family. She raised her head inadvertently, and there was a little light in her beautiful eyes. It was the longing for what belonged in her heart. The person who misses day and night is far away...

In a trance, Yang Di was stunned. All this is an illusion, but it is so real, and Yang Di inexplicably believes that in the real world, all this is really happening, and all this is his own achievement. The difference is that Now others are reaping the fruit of joy for him, and are holding on to the unswerving waiting for him.

The hot teardrops made his eyes burn. Yang Di was eager to see the light like never before. There was no light in the endless dark abyss, but Yang Di regained that lingering hope.

Huo Ran opened his eyes, and the boundless darkness around him was still there. Yang Di was in a trance, as if thousands of reincarnations had passed. Opening his eyes, he seemed to have exhausted his life's energy.

"This is the real self..." Yang Di muttered to himself, never in a hurry to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, because he was inexplicably nostalgic for this kind of return without any impurities.

The avenue is vast, and there are piles of bones on the road of ruthless cultivation. I don't know when Yang Di has gotten used to swords and swords.

That kind of day of fighting and killing will make a person very resolute, but it will also make a person's heart as hard as a stone, and he will not be afraid of killing people's lives.

Even for a long time, Yang Di believed that this was the right way.

Yang Di has reminded himself who he is countless times, but the reality and grotesque resumes have distorted this persistence. I don't know when, Yang Di got used to making himself lonely, and gradually drifted away from those people in the past. Gradually lost the way it used to be.

All of this may not be anyone's fault. Many times, being in the Jianghu is involuntary, and the vast and boundless world of self-cultivation is a wonderful Jianghu.

But now, what really guides him to break free from the abyss of despair is his true self. That kind of state of mind is not perfect, and it is incompatible with the mind of a monk, but he has a firm and simple belief.

"I will go back, I will..." Yang Di gritted his teeth secretly and vowed, feeling tired like never before.

In the final analysis, the passionate life of breaking the red dust with a sword and beating all living beings with a smile is not what he really wants after all.

The falling wind quietly dried the tears from the corners of his eyes, the surroundings were silent, and nothing could be seen except the boundless darkness.

Yang Di is already awake, but he is still falling. He seems to have fallen into a bottomless pit. That feeling is more terrifying than falling into the [-]th floor of hell.

Falling into hell, at least he knows where he is. At this moment, Yang Di doesn't know where he will fall.

That kind of mood is disturbing, and Yang Di even prefers to fall into the abyss at the next moment, and know the result after falling to pieces, rather than being helpless in such a single and lonely melody.

Someone once said that when you would rather die than face a certain thing, it means that you have encountered the biggest ups and downs in your life, which makes you feel extremely hopeless.

Yang Di's current mood is like this, in a trance, with this melody, it seems that time can't even flow.

"Cold and desperate...it turns out that this is the most terrifying demon in the abyss. Everyone has a dark abyss in their hearts, and there is a demon hidden in the abyss!" Yang Di realized, frowning for a long time without saying a word.

He regained the forgotten perseverance in his heart, and saw the dawn of hope in his true self.

But that is only a spiritual hope, and right now, the cold darkness here is real, and Yang Di feels like he has been exiled to the end of the sky, and has been isolated from the world since then, and he can't figure out how to go back.

A person is constantly falling in the cold darkness, there is nothing under his feet, only fear and unknown, this kind of situation is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Yang Di is afraid that this situation will never end, which is the root of ultimate fear, and with the passage of time in consciousness, Yang Di is more worried that the confidence he finally picked up will be worn away a little bit.

At this point, Yang Di even regretted it a bit. In the previous encounter, he was in many dangers and was unable to defeat many powerful enemies. There was almost no chance of winning, but it was not without a chance.

And to take a step back, even if he died in front of Lang Ping and Mr. Yan, he tried his best, unlike now where he can't see a result and is always ignorant in the unknown.

"It must not be like this. Everything has an opposite side. This is the abyss of endless darkness. It just awakened the demon in my heart, closed my consciousness, and never killed me. There must be a way out."

Yang Di cheered himself up, he no longer looked around needlessly, and no longer intentionally felt the light and fluttering tendency of his feet, since it was a rootless duckweed, he simply found the answer in that floating petal.

Yang Di sank into his heart, and silently recited Xiaoshensuan's comments over and over again. To a certain extent, he accepted the predestined conclusion, but he was not limited by it.

If it is said that fate has pushed him to the end, then what Yang Di has to do now is to find a glimmer of life in the darkest days.

"Abyss Demon, the beginning of another reincarnation, somewhere, it is waiting for you, and you also need the lamp in its hand to illuminate the dark and boundless road ahead..."

When a person's mind is completely free of distracting thoughts, the same scenery will taste differently. Yang Di recalled Xiongzi's words, and his eyes lit up in a trance.

"What does the bear mean, could it be that I was destined to come here to look for something..." Yang Di rubbed his chin suspiciously, "What is it? Except for the air and dark tones, there is not a single hair here... "

Yang Di has already guessed that he has fallen into a strange space, maybe he has left the original world plane and been exiled to an abandoned corner.

Because, after falling down, any means in Yang Di's hands can no longer send signals to the outside.

Suddenly, Yang Di's eyes widened, and his hand touched the Qiankun Talisman unconsciously.

Yang Di gave almost all the clues obtained from the senior officials of Xianyuan to Xuelin and the others, except for the broken halberd that he still carried with him.

This is the purpose of his trip to find the Devil's Abyss, but everything he experienced later exceeded Yang Di's expectations and almost made him lost.

"It seems that the master's understanding of the devil's abyss is quite narrow and unreal. Everything needs to be traced from the beginning by myself."

Yang Di sighed softly, and took out the mysterious broken halberd seriously. He is a smart man, he has already figured out many problems after thinking about it.

However, after the broken halberd was taken out, the surroundings were still quiet, and nothing suspicious appeared. Even the broken halberd itself was very peaceful, with a strange light flowing, but it was limited to his surroundings.

"If the owner of this broken halberd also fell to this place, I don't know how he is now..." Yang Di couldn't help guessing, this question made him a little helpless.

The experience just now made Yang Di realize the horror of the Devil's Abyss. Yang Di didn't think that because of the powerful existence in the past, he could avoid all of this.

It should be said that on the contrary, as a cultivator, Yang Di is very aware of the horror of demons, often the stronger a person is, the more terrifying the delusion after being lost, and the more difficult it is to find the true self.

"What should I do..." Yang Di was a little puzzled, everything seemed to be in a dead end.

He is here, unable to fall left and right, and it is also difficult to move back and forth, left and right. In fact, such movement has limited meaning.

In short, there is only so much Yang Di can do in this situation. If there is no miracle, this is still a dead end.

"Forget it, let's sleep first and then talk..." Yang Di thought hard to no avail, so he simply let go of it, walked back, and closed his eyes weakly.

Although she has been falling, Yang Di is not worried about falling asleep and falling to the ground suddenly.

That would only make him more excited.

And doing so does not mean that Yang Di has given up struggling. This is the way of a wise man. He has just found his true self, so he simply empties further and takes his time as he pleases.

Subconsciously, Yang Di believes that with the continuous recovery of his mental state, there will eventually be a breakthrough. What he has to do now is to keep calm and be patient.

The world of comprehension is turbulent, and variables that affect the civilization of cultivation have emerged. In the world of doomsday and modern civilized society, it has not been so quiet these years, but ordinary people can't feel it.

In the United States, from a cathedral on the outskirts of Los Angeles, a group of people hurried over by helicopter.

Guy, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., appeared in person, dressed in black, cold and calm, and they brought an important document to Master Mino.

The document was only one page. To be precise, it was an ancient scroll with sacred and authoritative ancient Western characters on it, like a kind of oath, exuding a solemn atmosphere and powerful magic blessing.

In the West, this kind of scroll is called the sacred book of alliance. In the ancient past, in the heyday of Western cultivation civilization, it was an important token of alliance between tribes. It upholds the creed of trust, respect, and selfless dedication, and spurns all betrayal and conspiracy.

A long time ago, elves and half-orcs used it to form an alliance with humans to fight against the demon soldiers from hell.

According to ancient legends, anyone who betrays the sacred covenant will be subject to the most vicious curse, and will never be freed from it.

Before the helicopter landed, Master Mino had already walked out of the church. Today he passed on a retro robe, like a wise and loving elder, exuding an air of authority and solemnity.