Prison of Black Wounds

Can you make yourself surrender to him?

Nasser spread his arms and opened the empty door in an instant, but still sneered arrogantly: "I didn't come here to talk nonsense with you, let him go, you can do whatever you want, I... just stand here. !"

Is this the attitude of a loser?

Sen Qiuyi stared at Nasser bitterly, raised his index finger trembling and couldn't speak for a long time, then gritted his teeth and smiled after a long time: "Okay! Okay...I'll let him go, so what?"

As soon as Sen Qiu turned around, he took the weapon from his subordinate's waist and quickly waved his hand. The thin and weak man lost his bondage instantly and fell down from the torture rack. The man staggered but did not fall down, he slowly straightened his back and stood up straight.

Nasser took a step forward: "You..."

Sensing something strange, Long Yan quickly grabbed Nasser, shook his head and said, "Wait, something's wrong."

Naser frowned and observed the other party carefully, but his messy long hair covered all his expressions, only his pale and chapped lips were faintly visible. The swaying body seemed to fall down at any time when the strong wind blew past.

He stepped forward, eager to confirm where he was injured, but was held back by Long Yan. Naser looked back with some annoyance: "What's wrong, just go up and take a look."

"Nather, don't be impulsive..."

"open!"

"Hey, Naser, don't say that I bully the younger generation." Just as the two were arguing, Sen Qiuyi took Ran's long sword and put it in front of Ran with a smile, "If you win this puppet, you will be defeated." How about giving you a chance to fight alone with me?"

"you!!"

"mean!"

Naser shook off Long Yan's hand angrily, looked at the person walking towards him slowly, glared at Sen Qiuyi angrily, and shouted: "Sen Qiuyi, what did you do to him?"

Sen Chou giggled exaggeratedly, spread his hands and said, "Whatever you did to him, I will do to him."

"hateful!"

Just as he was speaking, Ran's long sword had stabbed towards him with astonishing speed, Naser had no time to think about it, he pulled Long Yan to the side and swung it forcefully, then rolled to avoid Ran's merciless blow.

"Hey, wake up!"

Naser squatted halfway and stared at Ran who was chasing after him. Now he had no intention of hurting him, so he could only dodge left and right to find out the opponent's situation first.

When the second blow rolled up the wind and sand and hit again, Naser quickly dodged and quickly picked up the weapon that was thrown aside. The collision of the long knife and the sharp sword made a piercing sound that made teeth sour. Ser is too familiar, but he is no stranger to the battle with this person, but his movements are obviously much slower than before, and the strength of the long sword on the blade is also much weaker. How can it be compared with before?

Moreover, his footsteps are frivolous and swaying, and the whole person is like a walking dead. Except that his speed is faster than ordinary people, and his strength is slightly stronger than ordinary people, he is like a real doll. Naser somewhat understood Senchou's smug expression.

Just when Naser was thinking about how to catch Ran with the least damage, a murderous attack struck again. Naser did not dodge or dodge. Shouted reflexively: "Yes!"

The opponent's body trembled suddenly. Naser was surprised to find that he had a reaction to the name, so he called out again tentatively. Sure enough, the man's sword hand showed signs of weakness. Just as Naser was trying to counterattack and beat him When he was in a coma, he was stunned by his slowly raised face. The face that was still full of scars was no longer lifeless like a "doll". It's tears.

He is crying?

No, he was asking himself for help.

Naser couldn't believe his eyes. This tough man who never begged for mercy or shed a tear even when he was tortured, actually showed him a begging expression. What kind of pain can make him let go of the last dignity?

Looking down, I realized how miserable this person is. There are wounds all over his body, some are scabbed, some are still bleeding, there is no intact skin at all, and the abdomen is even more horrible. It was purple, and a bit of white could be vaguely seen in the bloody place above the left abdomen. Naser's heartbeat suddenly missed. It was a broken rib sticking out of the body!

His entire abdomen was bruised and purple, the peony at the navel was trembling slightly, and the flower heart overflowed intermittently with bloodshot eyes, which was extremely dazzling. Naser's anger suddenly surged up, and his eyes turned red and stared at Sen Qiuyi, unimaginable How much medicine did Sen Qiuyi use to make the person in front of him stand up again!

Nasser's heart ached as if being squeezed.

Then the hand knife raised on the back couldn't hit anymore, how could he bear to let him get hurt again?

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The hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and with a suppressed low cough, the blood in his mouth could no longer be restrained from spurting out from his tightly pressed lips, splashing on Naser's silver armor, which was particularly dazzling.

"What are you doing? Kill him!"

Sen Qiuyi's voice sounded from a few meters away, and then his swaying body struggled, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, but his feet were swaying lightly. He had lost his routine for Nasser's attack, and he just slashed , Even unable to discern the direction, Nasser lowered his weapon-holding hand, faced the stabbing sword without dodging, and softly called out "Of course..."

Like a spell, Ran's movements obviously paused slightly, and his body, unable to hold back the offensive, slammed straight into Nasser's chest.

Nasser stretched out his long arm, and easily held his hand holding the sword. The thin and cold touch made him deeply touch the center of his brow. The person in front of him was already too weak to pose any threat. Just a slight pull made him weak. The unbearable body was pulled into his arms, completely ignoring his slight struggle, pressed him against his chest, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "It's okay...it's okay...but..."

The body in his arms trembled violently, and his breathing became rapid and obvious. He raised his pale face and opened his mouth slightly, and it took him a long time to compose a few broken notes with his hoarse voice: "Na... Na... ... se..."

I don't know when, Naser's heartstrings have been plucked by this person's tenacity, but he discovered it too late.

Naser hugged him, but he didn't dare to hug him too tightly. Even if he didn't understand medical principles like Long Yan, he knew that the person in his arms was too fragile to withstand even the slightest harm, let alone Naser still I don't know where there are invisible injuries on his body, so I can only gently stroke his back, and even completely ignore Mori Qiuyi who is standing not far away and shouting.

Nasser narrowed his angry and murderous eyes...

Why should a dying person care what he is yelling about?

"Nah...cough cough..."

"Shhh..." Nasser put his fingertips lightly on his slightly parted lips, "You are tired, rest."

I don't know if it's because he understood Naser's meaning, or if he really reached the limit, Ran's body finally relaxed completely, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his trembling and twitching body leaned softly in Naser's arms, but his breathing seemed very slow. strenuous.

"how is he?"

"His body has developed immunity and rejection to Qian Zhen, so he was able to wake up so quickly. This happened before, and I also took a heavy dose at that time," Long Yan sighed with lowered eyebrows, "It is estimated that in the future Qian Zhen will It won't work on him anymore."

Long Yan put down his slender arm, looked at Naser hesitantly, and finally gritted his teeth, "His right hand is broken, let alone holding weapons in the future, I'm afraid he can't even hold heavy things. To put it bluntly, , it is useless..."

"Then his body..."

"The injury is serious, even if it is treated immediately, I don't dare to guarantee it, but if it is delayed, I will definitely die..."

Naser gently shook his cold hand, pushed him into Long Yan's arms, and looked at Sen Qiuyi with an unprecedented chill in his eyes, his whole body was full of murderous aura, making Sen Qiuyi's breathing suffocate .

As soon as Sen Qiu stared at Nasser who was slowly walking towards him, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, and subconsciously took a step back. The soldiers behind him had already stepped back a few steps, and he gave a hateful "tsk", Stepping forward a few steps until there was only one meter away from Naser, he shouted, "What? Think I'm afraid of you?"

Nasser raised his long knife between the two, and said coldly, "Let's begin."

Sen Qiuyi glanced at the trembling soldiers beside him, suddenly burst into laughter, picked up his giant gun and charged forward.

Naser has learned not to be merciless to the enemy since he was a child, even if he is facing his father's former comrades-in-arms!

After all, Sen Qiuyi is old, but he doesn't want to admit it. Too much pride once made him unable to face his depleted body. Nasser was the king of hope he watched and grew up from a kid to a human being. He never wanted to believe the fact that the little kid had surpassed himself, so when he faced Naser's merciless and fatal attack, besides feeling incredible, he was more unwilling, unwilling to time, the past , except for Nasser's father, who can take over his giant gun?Who can escape his proud flank?However, the young man in front of him not only did it easily, but also seriously injured him.

Naser's long knife forcibly split the armor on Senchouyi's left waist.

The dull pain quickly turned into an unbearable sharp pain. Sen Qiu's footsteps were messy, his palm rested on his left waist, and a large amount of blood gushed out from under his palm. He could hardly believe his eyes, and stared blankly at The bloody hand couldn't accept the fact that he lost to Nasser at all, but his body would not betray him. He couldn't even straighten his waist at this moment. Several ribs were broken.

He opened his mouth to laugh,