A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

Helping Bai Jue to lie flat on the ground, looking at the bright red blood flowing out from under the mask, the two heroic spirits panicked. They had seen the invincible savior ten years ago. He also lifts weight lightly, as if he has never been tired.

But now he was down, weak and disfigured, and the strong contrast made them feel at a loss.

But now is not the time to think about these issues.

"What should I do? The blood, the blood can't stop..." Elizabeth looked at the blood that kept gushing out, and her little hands were also stained with a large amount of bright red blood.

"I, I don't know..." Gao Wen is not a doctor, even a doctor can't judge the damage caused by the treasure, Hassan is the assassin's heroic spirit, they are the assassins, and the names of the assassins are not recorded in history , even their names are passed down from generation to generation, and the name of the effect of the treasure is naturally unknown.

Gao Wen stabilized her mind, she said: "We have to find Merlin back."

Elizabeth looked anxious: "Where can I find it? Merlin hasn't appeared since five years ago, not even a letter."

"We have no other way... Only Heroic Spirits can heal the injuries of Heroic Spirits. There are very few Heroic Spirits who understand art. Apart from Mei Lin, I only know one of the Three Sages of Jixia, the Medical Sage, but he is also wandering around. The whereabouts are unknown." Gao Wen is not nervous, but the more she is at this time, the less she can panic, and she has a preliminary judgment on Bai Jue's injury.

Although it looked very serious, it was actually very serious, but he would not die so easily. For half a minute, his life signs were weak but not extinguished, which proved that Bai Jue couldn't die for a while, and there was still time.

"Your Majesty." Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "Please send him to Buckingham Palace immediately and protect him. We must find Merlin in the shortest possible time..."

Elizabeth could only nod, she struggled to help Bai Jue up, her favorite dress was all stained red with blood, but she didn't notice it at all.

Gao Wen noticed that Elizabeth seemed far more nervous than her.

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At the same time, outside the Dome of the Sky, two consecutive riots led to the deployment of a large number of police forces. Many people blocked the exits of the Dome of the Sky, and a large number of people crowded around to watch the excitement.

Ling Dao was sitting on the back seat of the policeman, with a grief-stricken expression on his face.

He is an Interpol, but he was caught in the police by his boss!What kind of divine development is this!

Sister Fa sat next to him and comforted him: "It's okay, Xiao Lingdao, there is always a first time. Sister believes that after this experience of knowing and breaking the law, you will understand the benefits of obeying the law!"

"I did it bravely! I never knew that such an accident would happen!" Ling Dao argued hard.

Fasalia read: "I am not the one who kills, but the soldiers."

Ling Dao was taken aback, he was not from the Shenzhou Empire, how could he understand classical Chinese: "What do you mean?"

Sister Fa explained: "It means... whoever loses the shoes is responsible."

Ling Dao squinted: "But you bought those shoes."

Sister Fa smiled and said, "The shoes were bought with your salary."

Ling Dao was stunned, and took a deep breath, he felt so wronged in his heart.

The aggrieved man Lingdao turned his head to the other side, but when he turned his head, he saw an acquaintance sitting in the car next door.

"Lelele, Leluo!" Ling Dao blurted out, his eyes widening and his tongue tied: "Why are you in a police car!"

"Lingling Lingling!" Le Luo almost bit his tongue: "Why did you get into the police car!"

"I was wronged!"

"I'm really innocent!"

The two old friends spoke at the same time, one shouting that the adults were wronged, and the other shouting that the villain was innocent.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

Sister Fa leaned over at this time, leaned half of her body out of the car window, pressed one knee on Lingdao's thigh, and looked at Le Luo. There was a half-smile expression in her eyes: "You are Le Luo."

Le Luo wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes (crocodile tears squeezed out), looked at the domineering red-haired sister, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Fasalia, it's our first time meeting." Sister Fa stretched out her hand and pinched Le Luo's small face, with a gentle expression on her face, which was completely different from her rough attitude towards Ling Dao: "You little thief is really good-looking. For the sake of looking good, sister will not bother with you this time about the pebbles you stole."

Le Luo's heart trembled, how did she know?It was clear that her work was flawless, but the gems were still swapped out, and the real ones had been transferred.

He hastily asked: "Are you..."

Ling Dao felt very uncomfortable when his wife pressed his legs, and he shouted: "She is the wife!"

"Madam?!" Le Luo's voice raised an octave. The wife who posted pornographic pictures in the group, could be such a tall and cold lady Yu?Is there a bug somewhere in this world!

Before Le Luo could react, a young man in a peaked cap rushed over at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and shouted at the same time: "Madam, I like you!"

He rushed too fast, with his arms open, and he assumed the attitude of a swallow returning to his nest, as if he was going to come and hug him.

And yet...a stone hit him in the knee.

With a thud, the shaman rolled three times on the spot, and landed smoothly in the posture of falling geese on the flat sand. Then he hugged his buttocks and cried out in pain. He turned his head and said angrily: "What are you doing! Damn it, you must be jealous I'm about to be the first man to hug his wife!"

"I just can't bear to see you continue to hurt people." Drinking porridge throwing stones in his hand: "Being hugged by you, my wife's luck will drop by at least two-thirds, which is terrible... You have a little heart." Is the number B good?"

"What luck, I said that what you said is too mysterious, I don't believe it! Le Luo and Ling Dao were rubbed by me, aren't they still alive and well now!" The shaman shouted: "What? Luck is definitely fake!"

Ling Dao heard that he was involved, and hurriedly raised his head to look out the window: "What's going on? What's none of my business?"

Sister Fa pressed Ling Dao's head back, she opened the car door and looked at the two young men: "Are you also in the group?"

The shaman stood at attention and raised his hands in salute: "I am a shaman, and my real name can be ignored. It's the first time we meet, madam. In fact, I have always wanted to say something to you..."

Drinking porridge interrupted the shaman's speech: "I'm drinking porridge, and I'm a group member with less bubbling, but the group has always paid attention to it. It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

The wife looked at the two of them a few times. Neither the shaman nor the porridge are not heroic spirits. They don't need to pay special attention to them. This is a good thing. If they are heroic spirits, they are not suitable to be friends with the sword-wielder.

She crossed her arms and saluted with a smile: "Fasalia, Frenchman, Interpol...please give me your advice."