Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Hydrotherapy has an unparalleled therapeutic effect on the injuries caused by the strong heaven and human, and can heal wounds instantly.

　　 But for the injuries caused by the gods, the effect is much worse.

　　Slow healing.

　　 However, it can maintain the vitality of the injured, and will not die because of other negative effects since the injury.

　　 The Sword Lord, who was covered in blood, was green by Lin Beichen on the spot.

　　 She was seriously injured, but as if she hadn't noticed it at all, she was more concerned about the situation of the battle and asked in shock: "How did you do it?"

Lin Beichen smiled and said, "You know, I have a trick to lock up my opponent to make sense. The'Thousand Grass God' was dragged into a small area by me, moving with affection, knowing it and reasoning. After ideological and political education, he blew himself up in shame."

　　 The Lord of Sword rolled his eyes.

　　 I would be a fool if I believed you.

　　 However, when Lin Beichen is used to running the flying boat with his mouth full, one thing is certain: the "Thousand Grass God" is really dead and completely disappeared into this world.

it's finally over.

　　 She breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Unprecedented fatigue hit, the Lord of Sword's eyes went black, his consciousness collapsed, his body softened, and he fell straight down.

　　 Before the consciousness completely dissipated, Lin Beichen's exclamation rang in his ear, and then he felt the familiar embrace, the familiar man's breath...

　　 For the first time, like a little woman, she gently leaned her head against the chest of the beating heart, with a smile of relief at the corner of her mouth, and fell asleep.

　　……

　　 Beijing, Temple Mount.

　　 The long night will end.

　　 dawn is coming.

　　 The sky is still dark, and the stars flicker at the end of the blue sky.

　　 The clouds have completely dissipated, which means that tomorrow will be a rare sunny and good weather.

　　 Central Temple of Grace.

　　 Lin Beichen sat on the edge of the bed, his thick black sword eyebrows furrowed.

　　 On the bed, the Lord of Sword's complexion was white, without the slightest blood, as if he were a lifeless jade beauty. The situation was very bad.

　　 In the past four hours or so, the priests in the temple tried various methods, but they were unable to awaken the sleeping lord of the sword, and sensed the fire of her godhead, becoming weaker...

　　 God fell.

　　 The thought came out uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

　　Pope Hua Qingyan and other archbishops of the temple are already panicked and unable to control themselves.

　　 Archbishop Mochizuki was even more tearful.

　　 The most loyal believers, kneeling in the hall, singing divine music, praying for the lord of the sword, and contributing their faith in anticipation of miracles.

　　 Lin Beichen has also performed [Spa Therapy] many times.

　　 But it doesn't make much sense.

　　 The Lord of the Sword burned his divine power excessively, hurting the origin of the divine personality, even if there was a divine fruit like [Chonglou], it was already powerless.

　　In Lin Beichen's heart, he felt uncontrollably uncomfortable for a thousand times.

time flies.

　　 In the distance, a golden light floated on the horizon.

　　 The morning sun traverses thousands of mountains and rivers, shining on the temple mountain, and through the side window of the temple, on the face of the Lord of Swords, a touch of pure gold is scattered.

　　 It seems that because of the warmth of the sun, the Sword Lord's eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes slowly.

　　 There was a trace of unnatural redness across her snow-white face.

　　 Lin Beichen was overjoyed: "Are you...wake up? How do you feel?"

The words 　　 alarmed the priests who prayed sincerely in the temple.

　　 Pope Hua Qingyan took three steps and made two steps, rushed to the front, and saw the Lord of Sword regain consciousness, he was overjoyed, and he trembled: "Mian, you..."

　　 The Sword Lord turned his head slightly, saw Hua Qingyan, and said, "You...all go out."

　　 Hua Qingyan was startled, and immediately looked at Lin Beichen, understood what, turned around and took the other priests, and left the temple.

　　 The Lord of Sword's eyes fell on Lin Beichen's face.

　　 This face, I didn't think it looked so good before.

　　 Many people say that Lin Beichen is the most beautiful man in the empire.

　　 But the Lord of Sword didn't care about it for a long time.

　　 I just don’t know why. When I look at it at this time, I suddenly feel that this man is really good-looking.

The Lord of Sword raised a very absurd idea in her mind: This continent, and the distant God Realm, even the clearest lake, are not as good as his eyes; the most beautiful mountain is not as good as him. The bridge of his nose; the most elegant valleys are not as good as his brows; the most beautiful grasslands are not as good as his cheeks...

　　 In these two worlds, the most beautiful scenery is concentrated, not as good as the face of the boy in front of me.

　　 "Will you...will you...blame me?"

　　The lord of the sword is weak and authentic.

"what?"

　　 Lin Beichen did not react, and said in surprise: "Do you blame you for being too charming?"

A smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Sword.

　　 Once he opened his mouth, he was an old scumbag.

　　 But like this, she suddenly loved to listen.

　　 "When you came to the Temple Mountain, you came to find Ye Weiyang, right?"

　　 The Lord of Swords, the Sovereign Way.

　　 Lin Beichen was startled, then nodded slightly.

　　 This topic is considered a small taboo between the two, and it is rarely mentioned.

　　 "So do you blame me for occupying Ye Weiyang's body?"

　　 Sword Lord asked weakly.

　　 Lin Beichen was silent for a moment, nodded, and said: "Weird."

　　 The Lord of Sword heard these two words, two groups of red appeared on his face, the last trace of mustache in his heart disappeared, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

　　Weird.

　　 That is not strange now.

　　 "Then I will return her to you now, OK?"

　　 The Lord of the Sword smiled softly between his eyebrows and eyes. At this moment, it seemed that the pure and clear Ye Weiyang had returned.

　　 "What nonsense, it's all past tense."

　　 Lin Beichen pressed his nostalgia for Ye Weiyang, supported by his strong desire to survive, said softly: "I only want you now."

　　 "Bah."

　　The spirit of the Lord of Sword gradually improved, and said: "Lying."

　　 Lin Beichen felt a little flustered.

　　 I performed so hard, but you still see it 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, making me want to be closer."

　　 He quickly changed the subject.

　　 The Lord of Sword sat up slowly, his body fell limply in Lin Beichen's arms, and the young man leaned on his chest and asked faintly: "Then I used to be in your heart, am I not alone?"

　　 I 屮艸芔茻.

　　 send propositions.

　　 Lin Beichen: ＿|￣|●?

　　 kneeled.

　　 What kind of brain circuit are you?

"Uh... before, you were more like a high god, to be precise, a goddess who does not eat fireworks, beautiful and noble, like the pure and unsullied blood lotus on an iceberg, people want to get close but dare not dare , But it is difficult to control my desire to conquer."

　　 He organized the language, and his face remained authentic.

"Ha ha……"

　　 Sword Lord chuckled, "Although it is a lie, I love to listen."

　　 She stretched out her hand to hold Lin Beichen's neck, her hair stuck to Lin Beichen's cheek and clothes because of static electricity.

　　 She moved her head gently, her ear pressed against Lin Beichen's left chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat, it felt so real, but gradually far away...

　　 "I will return her to you..."

　　 She muttered in a low voice.

　　 has a weak but firm tone.

　　 seems to have finally made a difficult choice.

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