Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 870: Give her back to you, please
Hydrotherapy has an incomparable healing effect on injuries caused by celestial beings, and can heal wounds instantly.
But for the injuries caused by the gods, the effect is much worse.
Healing is slow.
However, it can keep the vitality of the injured strong, so that they will not die due to other negative effects since the injury.
The sword lord, who was soaked in blood, was milk green by Lin Beichen on the spot.
She was seriously injured, but as if she didn't notice it, she was more concerned about the battle situation, and asked in shock: "How did you do it?"
Lin Beichen smiled and said: "You know, I have a celestial skill to lock up opponents and make sense, 'Qiancao God' was pulled into a small field by me, moved with emotion, understood with reason After some ideological and political education, he blew himself up in shame."
The Lord of Swords rolled his eyes.
I'd be an idiot if I believed you.
However, I am used to Lin Beichen running the flying boat with his mouth full, and one thing is certain: the 'Qiancao God' is really dead and completely disappeared in this world.
It's finally over.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Unprecedented fatigue struck, the Lord of the Sword's eyes darkened, his consciousness collapsed, his body softened, and he fell straight down.
Before the consciousness completely dissipated, Lin Beichen's exclamation sounded in his ears, and then he felt the familiar embrace and the familiar masculine breath...
For the first time, like a little woman, she leaned her head gently against the beating hot chest, with a relieved smile on her lips, and fell asleep.
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The capital city, Temple Mountain.
The long night is coming to an end.
Dawn is coming.
The sky is still dark, and the stars are twinkling at the end of the blue sky.
The clouds have already dissipated completely, which means that tomorrow will be a rare sunny day.
Central Grace Shrine.
Lin Beichen sat on the edge of the bed, his thick black sword eyebrows furrowed.
On the bed, the Lord of the Sword's complexion was snow-white without the slightest trace of blood, as if he were a jade beauty without life, the situation was very bad.
In the past four hours, the priests in the temple tried various methods, but they were unable to wake up the sleeping Lord of Swords, and they sensed that her divine fire was getting weaker and weaker...
God fell.
This idea popped up uncontrollably in everyone's mind.
The Pope Hua Qingyan and the archbishops of the temple were already panicked and out of control.
Archbishop Mochizuki was in tears.
The most loyal believers kneel in the hall, sing the Divine Comedy, pray for the Lord of the Sword, and contribute their faith, hoping that a miracle will happen.
Lin Beichen also used [Spa Treatment many times
Surgery].
But it doesn't make much sense.
The Lord of the Sword burns too much divine power and hurts the source of the godhead. Even with a divine fruit like [Chonglou], he is powerless to recover.
Lin Beichen's heart was turning and turning, and he felt uncontrollably uncomfortable.
Time passes.
In the distance, a golden light floated on the horizon.
The rising sun traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, shining on the mountain of the temple, and through the side window of the temple, it sprinkled a touch of pure gold on the face of the Lord of Swords.
As if sensing the warmth of the sun, Lord of the Sword's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes slowly.
There was an unnatural blush on the snow-white face.
Lin Beichen was overjoyed: "You... are awake? How do you feel?"
This sentence alarmed the devoutly praying priests in the temple.
Pope Hua Qingyan made three steps and made two steps, rushed forward, saw the Lord of the Sword regained consciousness, was immediately overjoyed, and tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, you..."
The Lord of Swords turned his head slightly, saw Hua Qingyan, and said: "You... all go out."
Hua Qingyan was stunned, and immediately looked at Lin Beichen, understood something, turned around and led the other priests, and left the temple.
The sword master's eyes fell on Lin Beichen's face.
I didn't think this face was so good-looking before.
Many people say that Lin Beichen is the most beautiful man in the empire.
But the Lord of the Sword didn't take it seriously for a long time.
I just don't know why, when I look at it now, I suddenly feel that this man looks really good-looking.
A thought that seemed absurd to her arose in the Lord of the Sword: this continent, and the distant God Realm, even the clearest lakes are not as good as his eyes; The bridge of his nose is not as good as his; the most elegant valley is not as good as his eyebrows; the most beautiful grassland is not as good as his cheeks...
In the upper and lower worlds, the most beautiful scenery is gathered together, and it is not as good-looking as the face of the young man in front of him.
"Would you...would you...blame me?"
The sword lord's aura is weak and authentic.
"Huh?"
Lin Beichen didn't react, and said in surprise, "Is it because you are too charming?"
A smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Swords.
He was an old scumbag when he opened his mouth.
But she suddenly loved hearing such words.
"When you came to Temple Mountain, you came to look for Ye Weiyang, right?"
The king of swords.
Lin Beichen was taken aback, then nodded slightly.
This topic is considered a small taboo between the two, and it is rarely brought up.
"So do you blame me for taking Ye Weiyang's body?"
The Lord of Swords asked weakly.
Lin Beichen was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "It's weird."
When Lord of the Sword heard these two words, two blushes appeared on his face, and the last bit of grievance in his heart disappeared, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
Strange too.
That is not to blame now.
"Then let me return her to you now, okay?"
The Lord of the Sword had a gentle smile between his brows and eyes. At this moment, it seemed that the pure and clear Ye Weiyang had really returned.
"What nonsense, that is the past tense."
Lin Beichen pressed his nostalgia for Ye Weiyang, supported by a strong desire to survive, and said softly: "I only want you now."
"Bah."
The spirit of the Lord of the Sword gradually improved, and said: "Lie."
Lin Beichen felt a little flustered.
I have put so much effort into acting, but you still see through?
"Do you know that your shy and angry expression is not only more attractive, but also finally makes me feel that you are a living person with joy and anger, which makes me want to get closer."
He quickly changed the subject.
The Lord of Swords sat up slowly, his body limply fell into Lin Beichen's arms, leaning his head on his chest, and asked lightly: "Then I was not a person in your heart before. Is it?"
I'm so happy.
Send proposition.
Lin Beichen: ＿|￣|●?
Kneel down.
What kind of brain circuit do you have?
"Uh... before you, you were more like a high god. To be precise, you were a goddess who could not eat fireworks in the world. She was beautiful and noble, like a pure blood lotus flower on an iceberg. But dare not, but it is difficult to control my desire to conquer."
He organized the language without changing his expression.
"Hehe..."
The Lord of the Sword smiled lightly: "Although it is a lie, I love to hear it."
She put her arms around Lin Beichen's neck, and her hair stuck to Lin Beichen's cheeks and clothes due to static electricity.
She gently moved her head, and put her ear against Lin Beichen's left chest, listening to the powerful beating heart, it felt so real, but it gradually became distant...
"I'll give her back to you..."
She murmured in a low voice.
The tone is weak but firm.
It seems that a difficult choice has finally been made.
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