Chapter 578

He can only look at Ling Tianwang with his eyes open, and then raise his hand cleanly.

The tip of the arrow flickers with cold light, which seems to blind people in the light.

That person subconsciously closed his eyes, along with the darkness came the sudden pain.

He couldn't help but snort. The whole person was shaking from side to side. It seemed that he was about to fall down.

Ling Tianwang slowly released his hand and looked down at his masterpiece. The smile in his eyes was a little stronger.

"Does it taste good?" He opened his mouth with a smile and asked, the ending slightly up, as if it was just a simple doubt.

But for others, Ling Tianwang now seems to be a devil climbing out of Shura hell. Even the general is worried.

The man was enveloped in pain, and he couldn't hear what Ling Tianwang said, let alone reply.

As the silence continued, Ling Tianwang's face gradually sank down.

He looked at the man without expression and said coldly, "if you don't speak, you probably don't know how to answer me. In that case, it's better to feel more."

After lingtianwang finished, he didn't give the person the chance to react. He turned around, bent down and picked. Everything was the same as before.

With the fall of one arrow after another, the man almost became a hedgehog.

He lay on the ground feebly, his eyes turned white, and the blood color on his lips disappeared long ago.

But for all this, Ling Tianwang just like nothing to see, still persistent asked, "how do you feel?"

At this time, it is a great thing that the person can still keep breathing. How can he answer Ling Tianwang's question.

But his silence in Ling Tianwang's eyes is silent resistance, let him involuntarily think of Zhou ruo'an's pain.

The blood color in the eyes is more and more clear, and the things in Ling Tianwang's eyes are less and less, and the voice in his ear seems to be gradually away.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer arrows in the ground, Ling Tianwang frowned and said, "go outside and get some more."

The general trembled for a moment, hesitated to stand in place, did not mean to turn out.

He clenched his teeth, carefully looked at Ling Tianwang, and said, "Your Majesty."

Ling Tianwang didn't respond. This was the situation that the general had thought about, but it was also the situation that he didn't want to see.

With a sigh, the general added to his voice and exclaimed, "your majesty!"

Ling Tianwang didn't respond, and the general didn't get discouraged. He just repeated the cry again and again, and the voice became louder and louder.

Finally, Huang Tian does not bear the hard work. After not knowing how many repetitions, Ling Tianwang's eyelids trembled and looked at him slowly.

The moment he saw Ling Tianwang's eyes, the general couldn't help holding his breath. He didn't even know how to evaluate Ling Tianwang's eyes.

It's very cold, like the wind blowing in the winter when water drops into ice, and it's very hot. It's a growing and burning flame. It's very calm. It's like a day without half a cloud in autumn, but it's also very ups and downs. It's the sea shaking in the wind. Countless contradictions accumulate in his eyes, but somehow it shows a bit of calm.

"What's the matter?" Ling Tianwang asked in a hoarse voice, as if there were countless dry grains of sand rubbing at the same time.

The general, a smart man, suddenly recovered from the previous shock.

He dropped his head and said softly, "it's too late. Why don't you try him again tomorrow."

Ling Tianwang looked at him deeply and didn't speak.

Because he lowered his head, the general could not see the change of Ling Tianwang's expression at this time. He could only lift his heart and patiently feel the atmosphere beside him.

"You want to let him go?" After a long time, Ling Tianwang asked.

Ling Tianwang naturally shakes his head and denies it. At the same time, he secretly looks at Ling Tianwang's look and calms down.

"It's just that if it's too late today and you have to go to court tomorrow, he's a mean man, and he's really not qualified to occupy you for too long." Said the general.

Ling Tianwang picked eyebrows, for such words is very noncommittal.

Clearly feel next to the scope gradually become dignified, the general racked his brains thinking, finally, a light from his mind quickly across.

"Now that Zhou ruo'an is injured, you still need to comfort her," the general said in a low voice. "Although she is strong, she will be happier if she sees you."

Soon after the general's voice fell, Ling Tianwang finally nodded gently.

"PATA," is the sound that Ling Tianwang made when the arrow in his hand fell to the ground.

Hearing this sound, the dying man unconsciously trembled.

Ling Tian looked at him coldly, then went out without looking back.

"Let's have a good look at him. He can't die until I find out everything."When Ling Tianwang's figure was about to disappear completely, his voice came slowly.

At this time, the general's straight body was softened.

He small mouth small mouth of vomit breath, raised a hand to touch own face, sure as expected touched a hand of wet.

Some helplessly sighed, the general pressed his eyebrows, trying to calm down.

"Go and call the doctor."

"You go to beat the other people in custody, and focus on telling them the fate of this person. If someone can't help saying something, just listen to it."

"As for him..." The general hesitated for a moment, touched his opponent's arm with his toe, then shook his head slightly, and said, "forget it, let him lie here, so as not to accidentally touch his wound, but to make people die faster."

As the general's orders fell, the atmosphere of confusion was swept away.

The jailer and the guards perform their respective duties, and the chaotic space suddenly becomes regular. Only the constant stream of bloody things pollute people's sight.

The poor doctor struggled for a whole day to bandage Zhou ruo'an. Now he just fell asleep and was yelled by the people sent by the general.

He was angry in his heart, but he could only press, carrying his own medicine box and being carried by others.

Although he has experienced this kind of posture many times, every time, the doctor has to rest for a long time before he can relax.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and put a needle in his arm. Then he turned to the general and asked, "who is it?"

Because of the doctor's crisp action, the general retreated quietly, and then raised his hand to point to a pile of shadows nearby.

"He, just live." The general said, "of course, it would be better to live to the moment when Song Ci died."