The God and Buddha are actually me

Chest...chest?

Zhang Jiuyang obviously didn't expect that Yue Ling's injury would be here. No wonder she acted so strangely when he just said he wanted to see her wound.

The snow-white lining slid down and hung down to the waist together with the coat.

In the room, Yue Ling's back was facing him at the moment. Her snow-white skin was as dazzling as ice and snow, without any flaws, as smooth as satin and as delicate as lotus.

Except for the plain chest wrap, almost all of her back was exposed to Zhang Jiuyang's gaze.

Slender and slender, with graceful lines, as elegant and beautiful as a swan, but also with smooth muscle lines, like a female leopard, full of powerful beauty.

Zhang Jiuyang panicked instantly.

No, is she really taking off her clothes?

Should I watch it or not?

Yue Ling seemed to notice his embarrassment, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and then she slowly turned around.

Her skin was still dazzlingly white, as graceful as ice and snow.

Under the delicate clavicle, there is an extremely tight plain chest, and the lower abdomen is extremely slender, but the lines of the abdominal muscles are vaguely visible with the breathing.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

In the dead of night, alone and alone, Yue Ling took off her upper body clothes and only wore a bra to expose herself in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

The Six Realms Master has extremely keen perception.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept over her exposed skin, causing a hint of red to appear on her jade-like skin.

At this moment, even the female general, who had always been bold and uninhibited, and bravely championed the three armies, was a little at a loss. Her sharp bright eyes actually avoided Zhang Jiuyang's sight.

"Injury, where is the wound?"

There was a hint of doubt in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

His eyes fell on Yue Ling's chest, but he didn't see any wounds. Could it be that the wounds were...

Yue Ling lightly pursed her red lips. The female Mingwang, who had always been decisive and decisive, now had some hesitation and hesitation in her eyes, and her ears were flushed.

But remembering what Ah Li said before, Bai Ni Loach seemed to be unethical and had entered Zhang Jiuyang's dream, and something seemed to have happened.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands that had been holding ferocious weapons all year round and had killed countless demons and monsters, and took off the silk belt that wrapped her chest.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly took a breath of air.

Really, really naked...

Is it such a big deal?

As the ribbon wrapping the chest was loosened, something seemed to pop out, like a mountain peak, a ravine suddenly appeared, and a faint touch of white greasy was visible.

I really didn't realize that Yue Ling was so predictable.

Zhang Jiuyang recalled the scene where the two pretended to fight in front of a plain girl. At that time, they went underground and their bodies were entangled together. At that time, he accidentally bumped into each other and felt that the scale was not small.

Today is a confirmation of what I guessed at that time.

But unfortunately, the ribbon wrapping the chest was only loosened, not untied. Yue Ling put his hand on the chest and pressed it down slightly.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly condensed, and his charming thoughts immediately disappeared.

There was a very deep wound right in the middle of her chest. You could even see the flesh, blood and organs inside. It was extremely horrifying, and it formed a very sharp contrast with the surrounding white skin.

"You call this a small loss?"

Zhang Jiuyang immediately became angry.

He seemed to be able to see the terrifying scene. The double-faced Buddha was holding a bone-shaped magic knife and stabbed Yue Ling's chest with the knife, almost piercing her directly.

Passed by the heart.

"The double-faced Buddha was injured more seriously. When he stabbed him, I almost cut him in half."

Yue Ling's voice was calm, and his eyes were as firm as iron, as if there was a flash of blood and fire.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Jiuyang said angrily: "Yue Ling, do you really not care about your own life? If you like to play with others' lives so much, have you ever thought about your grandmother who is over seventy years old?"

"And your parents, and those who care about you?"

"Thank you for knowing the art of war. How can a marshal go to the front line to kill the enemy in person? He can only show off the courage of an ordinary man!"

Yue Ling suddenly felt depressed and turned away, ignoring Zhang Jiuyang.

Severely injuring the Double-Faced Buddha would relieve a lot of pressure on the lurking Zhang Jiuyang. She actually felt a hint of pride in her heart, and wanted to hear Zhang Jiuyang praise her, but she didn't want to receive a scolding.

"Why, are you unhappy after just saying a few words to you?"

Zhang Jiuyang's tone began to slow down.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I know you care about me, so I won't hit you this time."

Yue Ling raised her eyes and hummed softly.

"Since childhood, you are still the first person who dares to scold me like this..."

Her voice was indifferent, but in fact, she was surprisingly not angry at all, but had a hint of warmth in her heart.

Zhang Jiuyang has always been a calm person. Even in such a dangerous environment as Huangquan, he can deal with it calmly and calmly. It is rare to see him be so anxious and red-eyed.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but expressed relief: "I have had a special constitution since I was a child. I have strong self-healing ability, and I practice the King of Ming method. Even if I am really stabbed in the heart, I can still survive."

As long as she doesn't die, it's just a minor injury to her.

It is precisely because of her strong vitality that she has developed a fierce and domineering fighting style that dares to fight for her life. She has gone through hundreds of battles, large and small, and suffered more serious injuries than this countless times.

To this extent, it was really just a minor injury to her.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out two fingers, with wisps of pure golden light rising from his fingertips, and gently pressed his fingertips on her wound.

Yue Ling's method of healing wounds was very overbearing. Minor injuries were ignored, while major injuries were directly cooked with Mingwang's golden flame so that they would not affect the battle, and then waited for self-healing.

The same goes for this wound, which was scorched black. It was obvious that she had used flames to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.

With her self-healing ability, the wound should have recovered within a few days, but this wound was very special.

There seems to be some kind of extremely corrosive force that is stubborn and deeply hidden. Whenever the wound is about to scab, it will automatically emerge and affect its recovery.

"The magic knife of the Double-faced Buddha is very strange. It has a strange power on it, like a spell. I used the power of King Ming to get rid of it, but after a period of time, it will resurrect again and destroy the wound, so until now Not recovered yet.”

As she spoke, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it was me who was hit by the knife. Although this kind of injury is a bit difficult to deal with, it's nothing serious. It just affects my strength when practicing the sword."

Among the six realms, her vitality is strong enough to stand out from the strong men in the same realm. If she were in other six realms, she would really be in trouble if she was hit by this knife, and her life might be in danger.

But now her own vitality alone is enough to overwhelm the power of the spell, which is like a tarsal maggot.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned and withdrew his pure Yang magic power after a while.

He couldn't heal the wound either.

At this moment, Ah Li floated out of the Yin Doll and raised her little hand.

"Brother Ninth, I don't want to disturb you. It's just that the spell on Sister Mingwang's wound seems to be... the same as the one cast by my father."

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