Chapter 722

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

The middle-aged man sighed, found a piece of clothing, and put it on my shoulders, "Why do you have to think so much? Use the last bit of time to do everything you want to do."

I regained my composure, remembered Fang Jinbao's appearance at that time, and asked, "How is Fang Jinbao now?"

"He...has recovered very well, but he is missing an arm, which is not a serious problem, and his current cultivation level is also consolidated at the first level of innate level." The middle-aged man replied.

I clenched my fists, my body was weaker than ever, and I couldn't feel what state I was in. The innate door in my perception completely disappeared.

"Your physical fitness has regressed very badly. Now... you are just an ordinary person. Don't think too much. In the past six months, Miss Fang is the one who worries you the most. For you, she doesn't think about eating and drinking all day long. Thin." The middle-aged man sighed again and again, and waved someone to help me up.

I lowered my head, looked at my unconscious legs, and felt my body degenerate into an ordinary person. I was almost desperate in my heart.

crunch~

The door of the medical room was pushed open, Fang Sheng and Fang Dao walked in from the outside, followed by Fang Jinbao with a broken arm.

At this moment, Fang Jinbao was smiling, with a ruddy complexion, and a lot of fat, with the corners of his mouth curled up in a hint of ridicule.

As Fang Sheng approached, his expression was full of solemnity. He reached out and patted my shoulder, as kind as a family member, and said regretfully, "It's good to be fine, just wake up. Regarding your physical condition, our Fang family can't do anything about it. How, your Nine Steps of Death is very important, you are a member of the Fang family after all, so..."

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

Fang Jinbao stood up and scolded: "This is an opportunity for you to show off. Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine. If it wasn't for your death-defying nine steps, who would save you?"

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

The more I laughed, the colder I got, I simply asked Fang Sheng to get a pen and paper, and with a wave of his hand, I wrote down the secret of the Nine Steps of Death.

In fact, I already have a sense of the so-called Nine Steps of Death. Not everyone can perform it, but it is something that comes with my physique!

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

After finishing writing, I threw away the pen, looked at Fang Sheng coldly, and said: "I have written everything that should be written, but whether you can learn it is up to you. I comprehend the nine steps of death on my own, and others may not be able to learn it." Yes, six steps can make the realm smaller, and nine steps can make the realm bigger, but it will consume one's own vitality, so let me repay your Fang family's favor for saving me."

"Okay, then I'll arrange you back to Ruolan Palace first, and transfer the doctor there." Fang Sheng picked up the paper, very satisfied, he suppressed a smile, his expression was extremely hypocritical.

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Sitting in a wheelchair, I was pushed back to Ruolan Palace.

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

Seeing me appearing from afar, Fang Ruolan ran over first, pushed the wheelchair for me with tears in her eyes, and choked up, "Just come back."

The old monk came from behind, his expression was cold and angry, but he didn't want to get angry in front of me, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I will accompany you back home as a teacher."

I squeezed my temples, and my head hurt very much. Thinking that I only had three months to live, I was very desperate. This time is too short, and I still have many wishes that have not been fulfilled.

Pushed all the way inside the Ruolan Palace, all the doctors accompanying him left, each busy with the transfer of medical equipment.

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

Fang Ruolan remained silent, lowering her head and secretly wiping her tears.

I smiled slightly, and pointed to the door, "Xiaolan, actually, the antidote for the black puppet has been kept in the room, in the corner of the third drawer, the white one, go and eat it."

"You..." Fang Ruolan raised her head with a shocked expression.

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

The old monk slapped his thigh and said hurriedly: "No, how can we give the antidote? Are you not afraid that she will harm us in turn?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm already a dying person, so I'm not afraid of anything." I raised my hand, signaling the old monk to listen to me.

After a while, Fang Ruolan took the antidote, not only did not change her face, but she cried even harder. She threw herself into my arms, her eyes watered, and she 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, and when she was about to agree, Fang Jinbao suddenly walked in from the outside, holding a basket of fruit in his hand.

"Fang Jinbao, what are you doing here? You are not welcome here! You don't need to pretend to be merciful." Fang Ruolan was furious.

Fang Jinbao raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, put the fruit basket on the countertop, clapped his hands and said, "I just came in, what can you do with me? Jia Zhengjing, eat these fruits slowly, don't eat too much." Choking to death too quickly."

"Get out, I'll tell you to get out, do you hear me?" Fang Ruolan stood up and shouted.

Fang Jinbao ignored him, folded his arms on his chest, tilted his neck, and stared at me idly, making the old monk want to kill someone.

I stretched out my hand slightly to block the old monk, and he endured it without any impulse.

"Hahaha, I won't get out, Jia Zhengjing, let me tell you, I won this time after all, I broke an arm but changed your life, and I will not target you again, I will watch it day by day Holding you until you die, this is undoubtedly the best result." Fang Jinbao raised his head and laughed wildly.

"No, you just won your life, but not your heart." I pulled Fang Ruolan into my arms.

Fang Jinbao's smile stopped abruptly, and he couldn't laugh any more. His eyes were full of jealousy, and he left with a few harsh words, "Anyway, you are dead this time, and you don't need to bother anyone. And before you die, You don't have any status, because the Fang family hasn't recognized you as the son-in-law until now, so you are dead when you die, just as the Fang family wanted."

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

After Fang Jinbao left, I seemed very calm and didn't mention him a word. When I knew that I was about to face death, some hatreds seemed to fade away a lot.

The next day, Fang Ruolan, the old monk, and I left Fang's house together, and started to play around the scenic spots in the capital.

After playing for half a month, I no longer needed medication, and we had already traveled all over the capital, so we simply packed up and flew to the Miaojiang area, and the Fang family didn't care about us.

And from the beginning of the game, the old monk and Fang Ruolan were very happy, and never mentioned the word death.

time flies.

a month...

two months...

Until one day, there was a misty drizzle, and Fang Ruolan and the old monk were not there.

Sitting in an electric wheelchair, I was surrounded by endless vast prairie, with every drop of drizzle falling, everything was full of vitality.

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

There was a bang, the sky thundered, and the rain became heavier and heavier, but I was still drenched in the rain, motionless.

One hour...

two hours...

Thunder roared continuously, as if in a demonstration.

I raised my head, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and remembered the dream that Fang Dao turned into a sky-like giant palm and suppressed me when I was in a coma.

This look, another two hours passed.

After staring at it for a long time, like petrified me, I slowly moved my stiff right hand with bruised veins, took out the elixir hidden in my bosom, closed my eyes, and put it in my mouth.

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