There was no expression on Jia Ruo's face. He moved like the wind, first tapping a few acupuncture points around Feng Qianyu's chest to protect his weak heart veins, and then took out a pill from his arms and gave it to him to swallow.
Feng Qianyu was like a broken doll, letting him toss it over and over again. Suddenly she smiled bitterly: "You win..."
Jia Ruo glanced at him and said calmly: "No, you won! However, you are not allowed to die. If you die, you lose!"
Long Fuyue didn't expect that they were still arguing about winning or losing at this moment. When she heard the word 'death', she froze and looked at Feng Qianyu. His face now was no different from that of a dead person, he just breathed more.
Looking at Jia Ruo eagerly: "Senior Brother, your medical skills are so good, he will definitely not die, right?" [
Jia Ruo closed his eyes slightly, as if to hide something, but his face still had an indifferent expression: "It depends on his wishes. If he insists on seeking death, there is nothing I can do."
Seeking death?! This word shocked Long Fuyue. He looked at Feng Qianyu in confusion. Blood was still pouring out of the corner of Feng Qianyu's mouth. He closed his eyes slightly, his face was as pale as jade, and his eyelashes were lowered.
The look in his eyes couldn't be seen. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been almost dead.
Why would he seek death? Isn't he the omnipotent god of war, Shura? He destroyed three countries in succession, had great military exploits and was famous all over the world. It was just when the spring breeze was triumphant, why would he seek death?
There were countless questions in her mind, but no one gave her answers.
The corners of Feng Qianyu's lips moved, and she smiled bitterly in her heart.
He is a martial arts practitioner, and no one knows his injuries better than him. That lightning strike from his palm struck him. Although nothing could be seen on the surface of his body, he had noticed that all the internal organs inside were out of place.
I'm afraid even the Great Luo Immortal won't be able to recover.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Long Fuyue, and saw that she was crying like a tearful person.
There was a slight pain in her heart, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in her eyes. Was she crying for herself? Didn't she hate herself?