I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"..."

Ning Ruan was furious.

Where the hell did these two living kings of hell appear?

Now she couldn't help but suspect that this was not a deliberate arrangement for her by her indifferent second father.

Is it to let her experience the cruelty of the world of immortality?

With a desire to kill others and trapped by an immobile body, Ning Ruan was forced to accept the experience of being 'ripped off'.

"Brother, he can't get his belt off."

"You're sick, right? This belt must be some kind of defensive weapon. If you can't get it anymore, just give it up. What he wears is so good, how can the things in the storage ring be any worse?" The eldest brother slapped it with his palm. The young man said, "Hurry, Master Lei Guang is coming soon. We don't have time to waste time with a belt."

After receiving a slap, the young man rubbed his head angrily, but he wasn't angry at all. He just muttered in a low voice: "How can the defensive belt have no aura at all? There is something wrong with this belt."

There is no aura, but it is still so strong.

Isn't it just like the big black box that looks like a sword box?

But the big black box can be taken away, but the belt cannot.

They can't just cut someone in half, right?

After searching for an unknown amount of time, the elder brother finally stopped with satisfaction and looked slightly complicated at this moment:

"...This kid's identity is probably really extraordinary. He has more than a dozen storage rings and dozens of storage bags...I now suspect that he may really be the direct descendant of some major sect master." (PS: The things that were robbed here are all the rubbish obtained by killing people and seizing treasures. They are all of some use, and they are all in the belt. There is no need to worry about the heroine becoming poor. There is no such thing. The heroine will always be rich.)

"Whatever, brother, we didn't leave any scars on him anyway. Even if he is really dead, he should find the person who hurt him."

"You're right, he's going to die anyway. If he doesn't give us a favor, he also has to take advantage of the monsters in the sea. Maybe he will take advantage of Master Lei Guang as well."

With a few words, the two of them suppressed the shock deep in their hearts at this sudden windfall.

next moment.

The elder brother swallowed, grabbed Ning Ruan again, and muttered:

"We didn't do anything to you, and it's not that we didn't want to save you. It's not us who caused you to die. If we didn't pick you up, you might have just lost your temper. Come to think of it, you have to thank us. Brother, let me live a little longer."

"..."

Thank you mother.

Fart your mother.

Fuck your mother.

With a belly full of swear words, Ning Ruan was still thrown into the sea.

However, the scene where the two imagined someone being drowned did not happen.

If only they could leave a little later.

You must be able to witness an extremely weird scene with your own eyes.

The boy they were sure would die was floating quietly in the sea.

Go away as the waves rise and fall.

And his body itself seemed like some kind of terrifying taboo.

Not a single monster in the Western Zhou Dynasty came close.

This is obviously very abnormal in a sea full of unknowns and dangers...

……

After cursing the second father another ten thousand times.

Ning Ruan's ears heard the voice of someone speaking again.

"Grandpa, there are dead people here!"

His voice was childish, and he looked like he was only a few years old at most.

Ning·dead·soft·：……

You are still alive, thank you.

"Huh? There really is someone there. Cuicui, sit tight and grandpa will drive the boat over to take a look."

Soon, another slightly older voice also sounded.

It didn't take long.

Ning Ruan felt that his waist was tied with a rope, and his body gradually left the sea and fell onto something that seemed to be the deck.

A moment later.

The old voice suddenly increased in volume, "Cui Cui, get grandpa's medical bag quickly. This man is still breathing, maybe he can be saved."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Listening to the conversation between grandfather and grandson.

Ning Ruan was almost moved to tears.

Sure enough... there is not only the living King of Hell in this world.

There are also living Bodhisattvas.

"Grandpa, this brother can't untie his clothes."

"It's okay, let's deal with the wound on her hand first...it's strange, why does it look like this fatal wound is on her hand?"

"Ah, but the injury on my brother's hand is very small, how could it be fatal?"

"...Grandpa doesn't know either, but it seems like it was caused by excessive blood loss."

But the problem is, no matter how injured the palm is, it is impossible to lose too much blood.

unless……

The old man who was applying medicine to Ning Ruan couldn't help but glance at the green shirt that the other party was wearing that couldn't be taken off... Obviously, he was afraid that this person was another monk.

"Cui Cui, let's go back today." The old man said suddenly.

The young voice was full of confusion: "Then we won't catch fish? Dad was very ill a few days ago, and grandpa didn't even go to sea. If we don't catch fish today, we will definitely not be able to catch enough fish. In a few days, the immortal master will come down to collect them. When the time comes, we definitely won’t be able to take it out.”

"It's okay, grandpa will find a way. How can a living person be forced to death by a fish?" the old voice comforted with a smile.

The childish voice no longer refutes.

But Ning Ruan clearly heard the helplessness and confusion in the old man's words.

Obviously, a living person can really be suffocated to death by a fish.

To be so desperate, there are probably a lot of missing fish, and it cannot be made up in a day or two...

……

Ning Ruan was awakened by the smell of food in the evening.

After being brought home by her grandfather and grandson, she fell into a light sleep not long after.

Plus the blood-enhancing medicine the old man used on her.

The moment Ning Ruan regained consciousness, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she could finally open her eyes.

There was just no strength in my body, and even breathing felt tired.

Luckily the storage belt is still there.

Unfortunately, this was all that was left and she couldn't open it yet.

This time the blood loss was so severe that even the spiritual energy in the Dantian was exhausted.

Without spiritual power, it is impossible to open the storage belt with only spiritual consciousness.

But if you don't open the storage belt, you can't eat the treasures of heaven and earth and quickly restore your spiritual power.

This is an endless cycle.

"Grandpa, brother is awake!"

At the door of the room, a little girl about five or six years old with two braids pulled open the wooden door playfully.

After meeting Ning Ruan's eyes, he turned around and yelled to find someone.

Soon.

The little girl came back again.

Behind him was an old man with a straight back and a good-natured look.

After confirming that Ning Ruan was awake, the old man stepped forward quickly, felt his pulse, and sighed suddenly:

"My life should have been saved. Apart from the lack of blood, there are no other problems."

The immortal master's body is indeed different from those of ordinary people.

When he was brought back, he was still dying and hanging with only one breath left. He only had to replenish his blood, but he was fine so quickly.