Zhou Jing, it seems that the man in the black shirt has appeared in front of my eyes again.
Lan Xuening should not have imagined until the moment when her soul was scattered that this companion, who had fought side by side with her for several years, would actually stab herself in the back like this, and stab herself so thoroughly.
Sighing deeply, at this moment, my emotions are very complicated, over the years, there are not many people who can make the black fork heel, let alone such a big heel.
If half of Luo Ze's judgments were true, then the existence standing behind Zhou Jing and Liu Chenfeng would be much more difficult to deal with than the black fork.
And from the current point of view, the purpose of that existence is the same as ours, which is to deal with the black fork, which is a good thing.
But if Black Fork is really defeated by us, it will be a bad thing.
During the short time I was distracted, Qingyou was still talking about Zhou Jing's situation, his left ear went in, his right ear came out, and I didn't know what I was listening to, until Qingyou stopped looking at me after speaking, I suddenly came back to my senses and looked at them in a daze.
Qingyou stared at me with a strange look for a long time, until I was covered in hair, and then he withdrew his gaze, got up without saying anything, and walked out.
Luo Ze also followed suit, and also looked at me a few times with meaningful eyes, which was meaningful, and I shivered inexplicably.
The two of them left, and the crow girl also left, and when she came to the door, she smiled and waved goodbye to me, and I wanted to smile in response to her, but the corners of my mouth twitched twice, and I still couldn't laugh.
Qiangzi got up and closed the door, his excitement had subsided considerably, and he hurriedly took the cold supper on the table, and he stood beside my bed, gulping it open.
In the room, there were only me, Qiangzi and the old demon.
I wanted to ask at this time, why did Qingyou and Luo Ze look at me with that kind of look just now, but when the words came to my mouth, a strange feeling that I had never felt before arose spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.
Rubbing the goosebumps that had been falling on my arms, I hesitated for a moment, but swallowed the question.
I leaned back on the pillow and closed my eyes again.
There is no trace of spiritual power in the body, this feeling of emptiness and hunger makes me very uncomfortable, now I am a bit like a traveler walking in the desert, with empty water bags, the oasis seems to be close at hand, and far away in the sky, with wounds and tired body, every cell is protesting.
They urged me to meditate.
Although he was also injured, his strong sense of responsibility allowed him to take the initiative to replace the nurse and stay by our side.
After all, the identity of the old demon can't be exposed, and none of us is sure that he will suddenly turn back into a demon body in a coma like this.
After what happened last night, I am afraid that the scientific research institutes in the entire Central Plains region have taken covert actions, looking for a half-human-tall, muscle-covered gray mouse.
And, it's still a gray mouse that knocked out the "mutant cat".
Thinking of it, I couldn't help but sigh again, because of such a thing, the demon fairies who are hiding in the city in the Central Plains region are going to be dangerous.
Before Hadron came out of the bathroom, I was already in a meditative state.
After a few months of practice, I have been able to recite the mantra of converging spiritual power very smoothly, but in just a few times, wisps of spiritual power glowing with a faint white will flow into my body along my pores and five hearts.
Because of the old lady's waterhole, this time, I paid some attention.
Without affecting my meditation, I carefully observed the spiritual power that seemed to be no different from the usual one in my body.
From entering my pores, to following my flesh and soul to every part of my body, and finally gradually coalescing, the intensity has not changed at all.
But that doesn't mean I didn't find anything.
After carefully sensing the spiritual power that was gathered everywhere, I was basically sure that compared to the last time when the spiritual power was completely empty, the spiritual power gathered this time seemed to be higher in richness and purity.
While silently reciting the mantra, I tried to mobilize the spiritual power that had begun to gather into a small stream, to the left, to the right, to the top, and down to judge how much room there was for the intensity of this spiritual power to rise so far.
Feeling more than half of the spiritual power gathered, I turned the spirit gathering mantra into a return to the heart mantra to repair the injuries on my body.
This process continued until I opened my eyes again.
It's dawn.
There are only two beds in this intensive care ward, and the hadron squeezed one with me, and at this moment, in addition to the even breathing of the hadron, there is also the old demon's snoring that almost shook the entire ward with a trembling sound.
The moment my brain resumed turning, I was surprised to turn my head and a big big gray mouse, lying on all fours on the bed next to me, his eyes closed, his pointed mouth open, the long black beard on both sides of the mouth trembled because of snoring, half of the quilt fell to the ground, barely hanging on the bed, covering his lower body.
I was stunned for a moment when I saw this picture, and the joy in my heart instantly spread.
People who are unconscious don't snore, and the old demon must be awake I hurriedly shoved a few handfuls of hadron that was sleeping beside me.
He opened his eyes in a daze, his lips just moved, and before he could say anything, the old demon's rhythmic snoring sounded again.
Qiangzi's squinted eyes suddenly widened, he sat up suddenly, turned his head to look at the big gray mouse who basically didn't sleep at all, and suddenly fell asleep.
The old demon woke up from a coma like this, he may have woken up in the middle of the night, perhaps, after recovering from the coma, he didn't open his eyes at all, and went directly to sleep.
Anyway, he finally woke up.
Qiangzi went to call Qingyou, as well as Luo Ze and the crow spirit girl who were hospitalized here.
A few of us stood beside the old demon's bed, Qingyou whispered something to Luo Ze, and before I could hear it clearly, he had already stretched out his hand and put it in the heart of the old demon, and gently probed and groped for it.
This behavior looks strange, especially when it comes to touching a big gray mouse.
Fortunately, although the old demon's instinct as a demon is a little dull, at least it is still there.
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Qingyou pressed for seven or eight seconds, and the two arms of the old demon spread out into the shape of Dapeng spread their wings suddenly twitched slightly, and the next moment, I saw the afterimage flashing, and the mouse claw caught Qingyou's hand that was about to retract.
The cold light shining on the tips of my fingers made me get goosebumps all over my body.
Fortunately, he didn't hurt Qingyou, but the latter was still frightened by his sudden suddenness.
"Let go" Qingyou gently broke free.
Although the old demon's recovery ability is strong, it has only been a day and a night, and the wounds on his body are still scabbed with blood.
Qingyou didn't dare to exert himself, and the old demon's eyelids slowly rose, and after the cloudy eyes saw our group of people clearly, his claws loosened, and his whole body relaxed again.
"How do you feel" Luo Ze walked over and looked at him with a soft expression.
The old demon looked at Luo Ze, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and was about to sit up, I and Qiangzi consciously got up, packed up the two pillows on his bed and stacked them behind him, and helped him sit firmly.
To be honest, serving a mouse like this, even if you know that he is an old demon, the weird feeling is still a few points better than just now.
I held the old demon's arm, his gray body hair didn't look very thick, even sparse, but at this moment, the tingling sensation from my hand made my brow furrow.
After the old demon sat down, Qiangzi and I let go of our hands at the first time, and rubbed our palms gently.
The old demon glanced at us in surprise as he heard the movement, and then looked at his arm again, and was stunned for a moment, as if only then did he realize that he was now a mouse.
"It's okay."
The old demon replied to Luo Ze sluggishly, and as he spoke, his body sitting on the bed suddenly trembled, and the big gray mouse in front of us instantly blurred up and down, and it was not clear until two seconds later.
I nodded secretly, it was more acceptable to look like a human being than a mouse.
The old demon sat leaning on it for a while, and after drinking two or three glasses of water in a row, it seemed to have eased up.
He first asked what happened after he fell unconscious that night, and Qingyou told him about what we know now.
Then, after Qingyou finished speaking, he took the initiative to tell the old demon about Lan Xuening and Zhou Jing, although the old demon rarely expressed his opinions in the discussion on weekdays, but his brain was not stupid, on the contrary, he could find all kinds of information we needed at a speed that was difficult for others to match, which was enough to show his ability in all aspects.
Among us individuals and demon fairies, the old demon knew the most information, and after listening to it, his whole body lazily leaned on the pillow, squinting and pondering for a while before expressing his opinion.
Regarding Lan Xuening's death, the old demon's opinion was the same as Luo Ze's, because before that, he had heard a rumor from an old Mr.
Yin and Yang, saying that Zhou Jing seemed to be following an extremely powerful ghost king before following the black fork, but who this ghost king was, the old Mr.
Yin Yang didn't know.
After listening to this, a few of us looked at each other a few times, according to this, it is really possible that this Zhou Jing was sent by his previous leader to the hands of the black fork.
It's just that, according to what Qing You said before, Zhou Jing has been under the hands of the black fork for at least ten years this time, which ghost king is it, playing chess so big, he has to plant this seed more than ten years ago.
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