A Panda's Martial Arts

"What are you doing with it! Throw it! Throw it!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Qianduoluo was taken aback, and only then realized that the panda was talking about himself—he was also fascinated by the paper airplane just now, and it never occurred to him that he wanted to throw one out.

Fortunately, it's not too late to throw it out now.

"Southeast! Don't fly straight!"

Just when the paper airplane was about to come out, Qianduoluo suddenly heard the panda shouting something.

What Southeast?Why don't you fly straight?What are you shouting at this time?

It's just throwing a plane...

"laugh--"

The hesitation in his mind didn't even last for a moment, and the titanium alloy paper airplane in Qianduoluo's hand was already released, flying straight ahead.

Immediately afterwards, under the blowing of the headwind, the slender paper airplane turned around and flew back upside down.

"Hey!"

boom--

The thunder above the nine heavens bloomed on the ground again.

This is the second time the people in the shelter have seen such a scene, and perhaps because the thunderstorm cloud they found this time is too good, the arc that exploded is far less beautiful than the one in the shelter last time—and Only one split was done, which was far worse than the big scene where a single lightning struck 38 families of different races last time.

Wait a moment……

The panda seemed to be fine, and the bald youth also fell down on the ground one step ahead of time.

Then who was struck by lightning?

"Regiment! Commander!"

Among the crowd, several warriors from the Kshatriya battle group had already shouted and ran over.

"You can't die, leader! If you want to die, leader, what can we do..."

"Don't touch him!"

The panda just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Those soldiers were much more anxious than he thought, and they rushed to Qianduoluo's side almost immediately.

And at the moment when they were about to help Qianduoluo up, a blue arc appeared from Qianduoluo who was covered in black.

"Zi-"

Just a piercing buzzing sound, and these warriors were just like Qianduoluo.

"I see through..."

Seeing that the experiment had turned into an experimental accident, the panda quickly picked up a dry bamboo pole as a spare tool, and with a flick of his hand, nailed out the thin thread that tied the two paper airplanes.

Fortunately, he didn't use too long silk thread from the beginning, and this pull was enough to make the paper airplane in the sky escape from the thundercloud——

It's just that although the only danger has been lifted, the few people lying on the ground have breath but not breath.

"Head...he won't die, will he?"

Some warriors from the Kshatriya battle group came over again. At any rate, they were not stupid enough to touch it with empty hands this time.

"Let me tell you, if the leader is killed by you just like that, we, we..."

The soldiers talked for a long time, but they couldn't think of any harsh words to say at this time——

The leaders of the family are still lying on the ground. What if one of them says something is wrong and they lie together?

Fortunately, the panda didn't care about anything with them, but found a thin bamboo pole and put it on top of the charred corpses on the ground.

"Not dead, at least not dead."

Feeling the subtle force coming from the other end of the bamboo pole, the panda frowned.

He is not dead yet, but he is not far from death. After all, his method can only roughly detect his breathing and pulse. After being struck by lightning, he remembers that some of his brain will be burned—but at least in a biological sense Speaking up, these people are indeed not dead, and he is not lying.

And after hearing that their leader and several brothers were still rescued, these soldiers immediately knelt on the ground.

"Anyway! Save these brothers!"

Even though they had never frowned in bloody battles with foreign races, these soldiers were crying bitterly at this time.

"Please! Master Xiong! We must save them!"

"This……"

The panda had a toothache.

In fact, it doesn’t take these people to tell him that he will rescue him. After all, this experiment accident was caused by him. Now that the lightning is messed up, a bunch of people are on fire. Naturally, he is also responsible for the aftermath of the incident. ——But he wasn't sure if he could really heal this kind of injury where his whole body was struck by lightning.

"Let's talk about it first, I will try my best to treat it, and I will treat as much as I can."

Panda decided to put the ugly words first.

"The others may be fine, but your leader was hit on the head by the thunder. If his brains have been cooked by the lightning, then I will never be able to make him recover."

"Master Xiong, just do your best, we will suffer the consequences."

The soldiers nodded quickly. At this time, they didn't dare to mention any medical troubles. One is that it is very good to have treatment at this time, and the other is that it is impossible to beat the troubles.

It's just that the panda doesn't care about these small calculations. He just took a green bamboo tube from his body.

It was a fresh bamboo tube, as if it had just been cut from green bamboo, but it was different from those bamboo tubes that were cut down and then dried as containers, but this bamboo tube always gave people a feeling of "still growing". The illusion—and after the panda opened the bamboo tube, a bright yellow liquid dripped out of the bamboo tube.

Everyone held their breath at this moment.

Everyone, everyone present, as long as they saw that liquid, no one would not be moved by it. It was a biological instinct engraved deep in their genes, and their instinct made them yearn for that liquid, even if they didn't Know exactly what that is.

And now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the panda evenly spread the liquid in the palm of these wounded patients.

Next, it is the moment to witness the miracle.

The scorched burns fell off, revealing brand new skin that was intact.The twitching muscles relaxed, and even the deepest scars disappeared without a trace.

Even the disordered breathing has subsided. At this moment, these wounded people headed by Qianduoluo no longer look like they are dying, and their relaxed expressions are almost like falling asleep.

And these people were indeed asleep.

"Sleep is the primary way organisms restore their bodies."

After putting away the Bian Ruoshui that was used as a wound medicine, the panda stood up.

"Okay, let them sleep here for a while."

"Thank you, Master Xiong! Thank you, Master Xiong!"

Seeing Qianduoluo and his companions recovering as before, the other fighters were both surprised and happy, and couldn't help but kowtow to the panda again and again, and the onlookers were also completely impressed by the amazing medical skills of the panda.

It's just that among the crowd, there is still a pair of eyes staring at the bamboo tube hanging from the panda's waist.

"So that's what it is?"

Under the hood, Charlemagne, hidden in the shadows, narrowed his eyes.

"The elixir of death..."

Chapter Fifteen Conspiring Loudly

When Qianduoluo woke up, it was already a week later.

The long dormancy made the brain still a little drowsy, which made the always strong and vigorous Qiandara very uncomfortable, but fortunately, the surrounding furnishings were very familiar——

The sword hanging on the wall, the bolter on the table, the composite armor displayed in the corner, and the hard bed he is lying on now, obviously, this is his bedroom in the shelter home .

It's just that in this familiar environment, there is an unfamiliar figure sitting in front of his workbench, with his entire face hidden under a thick hood.

"Charlemagne? What are you doing here?"

Qiandara sat up instinctively almost immediately.

"You can't come to me! If the people in the shelter find out about our connection, then you..."

"It doesn't matter, as the leader of the battle group, you are seriously injured, so it is necessary for me to visit once."

Charlemagne, whose name was called, simply took off his hood, revealing that calm and even numb face.

"But you... love science? It's amazing. When did you have this hobby? I didn't find even a book with you."

"What science? What are you talking about... wait a minute..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, chaotic memories emerged in Qianduoluo's mind, and the turbulent memories tormented his mind, making this giant man have to review those embarrassing and embarrassing scenes time and time again——

Somehow he became a science lover, somehow he participated in the experiment, somehow he heard a call, somehow he threw the plane out... Then the damn plane turned around and hit him inexplicably.

Yes, he finally remembered now.

He must have been struck by lightning.

"This……"

Qianduoluo lifted the quilt subconsciously, but found that there was no wound on his body.

In Qianduoluo's last consciousness, it was obvious that he had fallen to the ground covered in scorched black, but why is there nothing wrong with him at this moment, even the old scars left on his body by fighting against foreign races in the past can no longer be seen ?

Why was he still alive after being hit head-on by the thunder?What happened to him?

"The answer is the elixir."

There were old wheelchairs being wheeled into Gandhara's bedroom.

Just looking at the figure in the wheelchair, Qianduoluo knelt down on the spot in shock, and then felt something was wrong, and quickly changed the place of kneeling from the bed to the ground.

A big withered hand touched the back of Qianduoluo's head.

"You should have an impression, you should have an impression, right? Just like this, like now, the elixir of death has been applied to your body, and the elixir of death has been applied all over your body...so you Only then can you be reborn, so you can feel like you have been reborn..."

While talking, that old hand kept stroking Qianduoluo's hair.

"Look what wonderful hair, so black and shiny..."

"Uh..." Even though he was being stroked on the top of his head like a dog, Qianduoluo didn't dare to speak out.

It's just because he knows in his heart that to the person in the wheelchair, he is nothing more than a guard dog biting a flag.