Pirate's Infinite Wings

What's more, the proud Ye Gucheng?There were still only two people in this ruined temple, except for Ye Gucheng, who was the presiding monk.

The monk recognized Lu Xiaofeng, his benefactor at a glance.He greeted him eagerly, always feeling that he had no chance to reciprocate, but he didn't expect that he would visit his "humble house" now, but there was really nothing that could be done.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled cordially and motioned to him not to care about these small details.He came this time because of the injuries on Ye Gucheng's body. The internal organs were already filled.

The monk nodded, and led the three to the room where Ye Gucheng was.The three of them had reached the door, and there was still no sound inside.With Ye Gucheng's skill, it is impossible not to know someone outside.

This shows that his current situation is really not optimistic.Lu Xiaofeng didn't hesitate at all, and immediately opened the door and walked in.What is even more strange is that there is no one here except the bloody cloth strips on the copper basin on the edge of the bed!

The old monk was also taken aback, and he knew Ye Gucheng's situation best.During this time, his condition was really bad, and his body was getting weaker day by day.The current weight is estimated to be one-third of the time when he came, I don’t know if there is any.

I'm afraid that few people can recognize him when he walks out like this.However, his will to survive is very strong, insisting on changing his medicine every day, drinking some sugar water, and maintaining his strength.

Sometimes, the old monk will inevitably be moved by his persistence...

"Where's the person?" Lu Xiaofeng turned around and asked. Fang Lang looked out the window and found no sign of anyone.It stands to reason that according to his current situation, it is impossible to go out and do anything alone.

So, where else can he go?The old monk shook his head, saying that he didn't know.It was strange that I saw Ye Gucheng recuperating here in the morning. Why did people disappear at noon?

Did you go out by yourself?But, think about it carefully, this is almost impossible. With his current physical condition, where can he go alone?Unless, there is only one possibility!

The old monk suddenly realized that if a person realizes that he is about to die, he might find himself a quiet place and die peacefully, which is similar to a certain animal.Thinking about it this way, according to Ye Gucheng's character, it is not impossible, but he dare not say it.

Hua Yan looked around, picked up the cloth strip that Ye Gucheng had just replaced and looked at it. The rancid smell has exceeded the range that humans can tolerate. I don’t know how to describe it. Anyway, it makes you feel sick. Can't spit it out.

I'm afraid that after smelling it once, I can't forget this decadent smell in my life.After that, Hua Yan carefully checked the blood on the lower cloth strip. It was already black, and there was no bloody color of a normal person. It seemed that this situation was only one step away from death.

Hua Yan shook his head, this situation is really not optimistic!Lu Xiaofeng greeted him nervously, grabbed the blood cloth strips in Hua Yan's hand, and cried out in his heart, would this guy go somewhere alone to wait for death, right?

Since it was something the old monk could think of, Fang Lang naturally thought of it.Without further ado, if you don't act quickly now, you may see Ye Gucheng's corpse later.

"Oh, why is it so lively today." Suddenly, a weak voice came from the front yard.Except for the old monk, no one seemed to be able to recognize whose voice it was, and Lu Xiaofeng heard of his reputation.

Fang Lang also turned his head, and a tall and thin person caught his eye. For a while, there was no information about this person in his memory.Only three seconds later, Fang Lang immediately reflected it.This thin person with a bamboo pole turned out to be Ye Gucheng.

What was more surprised than him was Lu Xiaofeng, how it took just a month.A person's changes can be so great. Before, Ye Gucheng's body was considered to be the stronger one, and he was taller. The whole person looked like a suave handsome boy. How could it be in such a short time? , It became like this.

In addition, due to the fact that there is no blood on his face, his face looks abnormally pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, extremely sub-healthy.The most surprising is probably Chinese.

After being caught by the hidden weapon of the Tang family for so long, he hasn't died yet. This is enough to see this person's will, which is absolutely terrifying. In this world, he is probably the only one who can do this.

Hua Yan shook his head inconceivably, always refusing to believe that the "miracle" he saw in front of him was just that, which aroused his interest in practicing medicine. For so many years, he had never seen any kind of incurable diseases. It's just that there are only a handful of them that surprised him.

"Ye Gucheng, you are not dead yet!" Lu Xiaofeng hugged him a little excitedly. In a way, he admired Ye Gucheng very much.But he also admired his martial arts accomplishments, but for some reason he had to be alienated.

Fang Lang twitched the corner of his mouth invisibly, finally letting go of his hanging heart.My only opponent in this world, if it just died like this.How lonely should he be?Between the masters, there will always be a feeling of sympathy.

This is something most people can't feel, so only the two of them can understand the feeling at this time.The old monk greeted him with enthusiasm, and actually respected Ye Gucheng very much. Therefore, no matter what, as long as he was capable, he had never treated him badly.

Ye Gucheng grinned reluctantly, losing the look of the past.The baptism of years has given him an indescribable charm, a way of seeing through the world, but it has another taste.

It's just that it's not the time to talk about this, I want to make his illness better.It's not such a simple thing, and it needs Huayan's meticulous care for a period of time...