Vol 2 Chapter 4192: repair
For reptiles, human life should not be too long, long to be invisible, unimaginably long.
But for human beings, they never feel how long their life expectancy, how much power is powerful, and how many emperors seek to live forever.
As a void, you don’t feel how long your life is, how long it is, not long.
Donglan has some regrets, it is time to let the elders give up one step, form an alliance with the sky, do not need to join the race.
The strength of the sky is not working now, the ceiling is limited, but what is the concern?
Sometimes I can't look at these things when I make friends. I don't look strong or weak.
One of the hands of the sky went in and out of the neck of the body, and to the back, the face of the sky was already a sallow.
During the period, all three people went out and went back, ran a short distance and brought back some fruit.
This fruit is very sweet, and I came back to see the scorpio beside the stalactite pool and drink it with water.
He ran over and opened his pocket, which contained fruit and gave it to the sky.
The sky took a fruit, sat down and slowly groaned.
The other three looked at Ning Shu's appearance, and it seemed that there was no difference, but the neck looked not so soft.
The virtual king and the East Blue looked at each other. Isn't that repairing the crushed bone?
But how about it, no consciousness, and the energy and vitality of her body has returned to the embrace of the void.
There is no soul in the void.
Dong Lan looked at the tired sky and asked: "When can I fix her body?"
The sky fell on the eyebrows. "This is a huge project. I don't know how long it will take. I can only come slowly."
East Blue: "Let's take it slowly."
Is this ability to repair the body his racial ability, but he is not a congenital treasure, a weapon, how can this ability.
There is doubt in Donglan’s heart that I can’t stand it. I asked directly: “How come you?”
"Thinking slowly." After resurrecting the little mouse, he did not stop research in this area.
In the void, I met the newly-dead race. I used to think about collecting ashes. One day I wondered why I didn’t fix the race and then implanted memories.
It must be better than the mud he squeezed, but the speed is faster, because the body will soon turn into ashes. In many cases, the sky has not been repaired and the body is gone.
He chose to resurrect relatively small creatures.
Now to restore Ning Shu's body to its original state, it is necessary to preserve her vitality, or it will turn into ashes.
Although she has peerless martial arts, and peerless martial arts actually have their own way of working, it is equivalent to a world with mature heaven.
Without Ningshu, the next guardian will be born. Ningshu must occupy this quota. Once this disappears, it will completely disappear and completely fail.
Peerless martial arts is definitely not a vassal of Ningshu. On the contrary, if Ningshu’s death causes problems in his operation, the next guardian will be born.
No one is irreplaceable. The birthplace of the plane does not care who the guardian is. As long as there is a guardian, there is no special preference and it has its own way of operation.
To a certain extent, the birthplace of the plane is the heavenly road, the vast heavens of countless small worlds.
Ruthless but big love.
Ning Shu can cultivate a world of faith into a birthplace of a plane. Her benefits and future are limitless, but only if she is alive.
If it is not with the power of peerless martial arts, Ning Shu will not last long.
The collapse of the body is also because the genital martial arts infused the power, while destroying her body.
She is really too weak.
So he has to speed up the repair, and this fix is also an opportunity.
I have eaten things in the sky, I feel a little better, and I have to repair Ning Shu’s body. However, I can’t help but see the amount of the chest.
Repairing a throat, he has already gone half a life, this so smashed sternum, as well as the internal organs, the choice of dog belt.
Even small bones must be found and must be regrouped.
The sky fell and looked at the **** chest. His face was white and he took out a bottle of water and poured it on it.
The cave is quiet, and there are too many broken bones in the chest. It takes a lot of experience to find broken bones in the **** internal organs.
This is a huge project, but also to race against time.
In the repair of one place, you can't stop immediately. The vitality of the vitality and the inside will be dissipated. Once it is slow, the effect will be bad.
And you can't afford to waste because the whole body has to be repaired.
There is a need for a lot more of the power of creation.
Dong Lan looked at the face of the sky, pale as paper, as if the next second would fall.
This is too difficult.
I am afraid that it has not been repaired yet, she will return to the embrace of the void.
This time, it took a long time to repair the broken sternum and the heart and lungs of the rotten meat. I almost fainted in the middle of the day, or I was biting my teeth.
The blue veins on his forehead are like insects, one by one, and there is a big drum, and the blood vessels are almost blasted.
Several people looked terrified and stared at the blood vessels of the sky, and there seemed to be some bugs swimming.
The ordinary people unconsciously swallowed a spit, with Alexander in the cave, taking turns to breathe, and staying for a long time, they all felt that their blood vessels were going to explode.
Let one look inside, of course, hey, Dong Lan and the virtual king. As for self-satisfaction, after seeing his madness, he did not regard him as an anecdant.
After this repair, the sky was fainted and fell into a coma.
He took off his clothes and the blood on his face was washed. He was on the ground and joined the virtual king to lift the sky to the clothes to make him sleep more comfortably.
The very awkward chest has been bulging, and there is a piece of cloth on it. Although I want to open it, I dare not touch the body.
I am afraid that something will go wrong.
I fell asleep for a long time, and suddenly sat up on my way to sleep and woke up.
He rubbed his tired eyes, his eyes were red and bloody, his eyes were very drums, and he looked a little scared.
Donglan carefully asked: "What happened to your eyes?" Blood was red, and no pupils could be seen.
It’s okay to cut the sky. “It’s okay, it’s overused.”
Dong Lan blinked and some curious eyes were cut. Can his eyes see the broken bones in the flesh?
It is very clear that the sky is overused, and the brain is almost exploding, and I don’t know if I can persist until the end.
