Chapter 722

My legs were weak and I collapsed on the ground. I couldn't believe that I was paralyzed and couldn't recover for a long time.

The middle-aged man sighed, found a dress and put it on my shoulder, "why think so much? Take advantage of the last moment and finish everything you want to do. "

I calmed down and remembered what Fang Jinbao looked like at that time. I asked, "how is Fang Jinbao now?"

"He... Recovers well, but he lacks an arm, which is not a big problem. Now his cultivation is also consolidated in the congenital weight." The middle-aged replied.

I clenched my fist. My body was unprecedentedly weak. I couldn't feel what I was. The congenital door in my perception completely disappeared.

"Your physical quality has regressed very seriously. Now... You are just an ordinary person. Don't think about it. In these six months, Miss Fang is the most worried about you. For you, she doesn't think about food and tea all day and is losing weight day by day." The middle-aged sighed and waved me up.

I looked down at my unconscious legs and felt my body degenerated into an ordinary person. My heart was almost desperate.

Creak~

The door of the medical room was pushed open, Fang Sheng and Fang Dao walked in from the outside, followed by Fang Jinbao, who broke his arm.

At this moment, Fang Jinbao is smiling, ruddy and fat. The corners of his mouth are virtually mixed with ridicule.

Fang Sheng was approaching with a dignified look. He reached out and patted me on the shoulder, just like his family. He regretted: "it's good if you're all right, just wake up. There's nothing we can do about your physical condition, but anyway, your nine steps of death are very important. After all, you're a member of the Fang family, so..."

"So let me hand it in, right?" I sneered.

Fang Jinbao stood up and scolded, "this is a chance for you to show. Don't toast and don't punish yourself. If it weren't for your nine steps of death, who would save you?"

"Shut up! It's not your turn to interrupt. " Fang Sheng stared.

The more I laughed, the colder I became. I simply asked Fang Sheng to get the paper and pen. With a big hand, I wrote down the nine steps of death.

In fact, I have already felt the so-called nine steps of death. This is not something anyone can use, but something unique to my constitution!

Even if I write down the nine steps of death, no one can learn it.

After writing, I threw away my pen, looked at Fang Sheng coldly and said, "I have written everything that should be written, but can I learn it is your creation. I understand the nine steps of the God of death by myself, and others may not be able to learn it. The six steps can be the smaller the realm, and the nine steps can be the greater the realm, but it will consume my own vitality. Even if I return a favor saved by your Fang family."

"Well, I'll arrange you back to Ruolan palace and transfer the doctor." Fang Sheng picked up the paper and was very satisfied. He endured a smile. His expression was extremely hypocritical.

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In a wheelchair, I was pushed back to Ruolan palace.

Fang Ruolan seemed to have received the news and waited anxiously in front of the palace gate with the old monk.

Seeing me appear far away, Fang Ruolan came first, pushed the wheelchair for me with tears in her eyes, and sobbed, "just come back."

The old monk came behind him. He looked cold and angry, but he didn't want to attack in front of me. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll accompany you back."

I pinched my temple and my head hurt very much. Thinking that I had only three months left, I was very desperate. This time was too short, and I still had a lot of wishes to achieve.

It was pushed all the way inside Ruolan palace, and all the accompanying doctors left to busy transferring medical equipment.

The old monk helped me to the sofa. Seeing my thin body, he couldn't hold back his tears. "Disciple, if I had known this, I wouldn't enter Fang's house."

Fang Ruolan was silent, lowered his head and secretly wiped his tears.

I smiled, raised my hand and pointed to the door, "Xiao Lan, in fact, the antidote of the black puppet has been put in the room, in the corner of the third drawer, white, go and eat it."

"You..." Fang Ruolan raised his head and looked shocked.

"Eat it. I won't live long. I can't hurt you." I said.

The old monk patted his thigh and hurriedly said, "no, how can I give the antidote? You're not afraid she'll hurt us in turn? "

"I'm not afraid. I'm already a dying man. I'm not afraid of anything." I raised my hand and motioned the old monk to listen to me.

After half a ring, Fang Ruolan took the antidote. Not only did she not change her face, she cried even more. She threw herself in my arms, her eyes were straight, and sobbed, "you can't die..."

"Take me out of Fang's house tomorrow. I want to see the outside world." I sighed.

Fang Ruolan nodded desperately. When he was about to promise, Fang Jinbao suddenly came in from the outside with a basket of fruit in his hand.

"Fang Jinbao, what are you doing here? You are not welcome here! You don't have to cry for mercy. " Fang Ruolan was furious.

Fang Jinbao raised his eyebrows, shrugged, put the fruit basket on the table, clapped his hands and said, "I'll come in. What can you do with me? Jia ZHENGJING, eat these fruits slowly, but don't choke too fast. "

"Go away, I'll let you go, do you hear me?" Fang Ruolan got up and roared.

Fang Jinbao ignored me, hugged his chest with one hand, tilted his neck and stared at me foolishly, making the old monk want to kill.

I stretched out my hand a little and stood in front of the old monk. He endured it without impulse.

"Hahaha, I won't roll. Jia ZHENGJING, I tell you, I won this time after all. I broke an arm but changed your life. Next, I won't target you. I will look at you day by day until you die. This is undoubtedly the best result." Fang Jinbao looked up and laughed wildly.

"No, you just won your life, but you didn't win your heart." I took Fang Ruolan into my arms.

Fang Jinbao's smile stopped abruptly and couldn't laugh any more. His eyes were full of jealousy. He put down two cruel words and left, "anyway, you're dead this time, and you don't have to bother who will do it. Moreover, before you die, you don't have any reputation, because the Fang family hasn't admitted that you are the son-in-law, so you die, just as the Fang family intended."

"Just sit in a wheelchair and spend your last three months, sad man."

After Fang Jinbao left, I looked very flat and didn't mention him again. When I knew that I was about to face death, some hatred was underestimated a lot.

The next day, Fang Ruolan and the old monk and I went out of Fang's house together and began to play in the scenic spots around the capital.

After playing for half a month, I don't need drug treatment. In addition, we have traveled all over the capital. We simply pack up our things and fly to miaojiang. The Fang family doesn't care about us.

From the beginning of playing, the old monk and Fang Ruolan were very happy and never mentioned the word death.

time lapse.

one month...

two months...

Until one day, there was a hazy drizzle, and Fang Ruolan and the old monk were away.

I was sitting in an electric wheelchair. There was a vast grassland everywhere. Drizzle fell and everything was full of vitality.

Only I sat still, stunned for a long time, like a withered tree.

With a bang, the sky thundered. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but I was always in the rain and didn't move.

An hour...

Two hours...

The thunder roared like a demonstration.

I raised my head, looked at the cloudy sky, and remembered the dream that Fang Dao turned into a huge palm of heaven and suppressed me during the coma.

Another two hours passed.

Staring for a long time, I looked like a petrified me, slowly moved my stiff and weak right hand, took out the pill hidden in my arms, closed my eyes and put it into my mouth.

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