MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v9 Chapter 25 Dei

"Don't regret nine deaths...you have to understand this... I can't help it."

Jing Jiu's speech was very slow, and he paused twice in the middle of such a short sentence, which seemed very weak.

"In addition, you certainly don't need to regret it if you die, because you don't know how to regret it. Can you regret it?"

Then he coughed twice, and the cough was not very loud, even a little angry.

With a pale face and an unmovable body, it looks like a weak patient in any way.

If human beings think, God will laugh, and now when he thinks, he will become weak.

This is not a problem that Jian Xin Guining can solve, otherwise why does he need Xue Ji to help himself cure the disease.

Zhao Layue said: "Just kill the Patriarch."

"What if he can't be killed?"

Jing Jiu said softly: "Do I have to practice a second personality, or more personalities?"

Zhao Layue's eyes shone brightly and said, "It's a means."

Jing Jiu said: "Now you make me a waste person, what's the point?"

Zhao Layue raised his eyebrows and said, "At least you are awake, that's what it means."

After five hundred years of absence, Jing Jiu did not want to quarrel with her, and said softly, "What is the situation now."

"The central computer is controlled by Qing'er. I took over the Galaxy Alliance. Liu Shisui and Zeng Ju took the Liyang to Zu Xing. 32,000 warships were also on the way."

Zhao Layue said: "Ancestral stars can be eliminated by us at any time, you don't have to worry."

Jing Jiujing looked at her quietly and said, "What is the situation?"

Zhao Layue was really not good at lying, nor did he practice many times like cheating Xue Ji, so he had to remain silent.

"With your temperament, if the situation is under control and you don't need me to worry, then you won't come to me and Xue Ji and you will do this thing yourself."

Jing Jiu said: "I won't wake up in this dream. I also feel the danger ahead, so what is the danger?"

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "The battleship Lieyang captured some particles in the deep space outside the progenitor star."

There are some very common composite materials in those particles, which are more common in the Galaxy Alliance.

The problem is that in the vast space, especially in the outer space of the progenitor, it is difficult to encounter this kind of thing.

Some particles are very rare high-strength alloys, and even the new Galaxy warships have not begun to use this material.

After analyzing the composition of these particles, the people on the battleship Lieyang came to an incredible conclusion.

"It should be the disappearing Shenjia warship, and the other is that the composite particles are wrapped by molecules of an expired culture medium." Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu didn't think much, and said, "The bucket with Shen Yun buried in his head?"

The officers and men on the battleship Lieyang had all seen the picture of him carrying the barrel.

"Yes, and I suspect Tong Yan is also on that boat." Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu asked: "What weapon?"

What kind of weapons does the Star Alliance have to make the Shen family's warships into particles, and even people like Shen Yunbu and Tong Yan can't avoid it?

Zhao Layue said: "That galaxy...maybe turned into a sword formation by the Patriarch."

This shocking inference did not allow Jing Jiu's expression to change in any way, because he was too weak at the time to react with energy and felt unnecessary.

"It was a warning that the battleship Lieyang stopped in advance, and then carried out several experiments, probably determining the range of the sword array." Zhao Layue paused for a moment, then said: "But they could not observe the situation in the sword array. I don’t know if Shen Yunbu and Tong Yan are still alive, so I let Liu Shisui go in and see."

Hearing this, Jing Jiu responded and looked at her without a word.

A Da wanted to make a mocking sneer, thinking that Zhao Layue was so rude to Jing Jiu and quickly yawned to cover up the past.

——That was Liu Shisui, did you actually use him as a blind stick? It's so ruthless.

Zhao Layue knew what Jing Jiu and Ada were thinking, and said calmly: "He has already built a golden body of Zen, and I gave him all the powerful magic weapons of Chaotian Continent to him, that is, he is to be the killer, since it is The **** of killing should be at the forefront."

Jing Jiu glanced at her again, thinking that this was not your temperament.

Zhao Layue was somewhat emotionally complex and said: "...Of course I can do something, but I couldn't compete with him when discussing things on the mainland."

Jing Jiu still looked at her quietly, thinking that it was still not your temperament.

Regardless of whether you are fighting for swords or arrogance, you may lose, but you will never admit defeat. How could there be such a thing as contention?

The most important question is, who dares to compete with you in the Qingshan Sect and even the whole world of spiritual practice?

Zhao Layue did not answer the question in his eyes.

Ada gave a soft meow.

Jing Jiu realized that it was Mahjong who lost it.

He didn't recall the Mahjong and Mahjong at the top of Shenmofeng and Shangde Peak, but he felt troublesome.

A galaxy becomes a sword array.

It's really troublesome.

He said blankly: "It's so annoying."

This is the mantra of Jingyang.

After many years, he finally said it again.

It shows that he has really encountered a big trouble that has not been seen in many years.

"These troubles are all caused by you, and of course you should solve them yourself. Children all understand this truth."

Zhao Layue said: "Don't always think of using sleep to escape."

A Da looked back at his long years of monasticism, and thought that this was the truth, it was shameful to escape, and it was useless.

Jing Jiu didn't like the feeling that the sword was tied around his neck, but he couldn't even lift a finger. There was no way.

He also doesn't like being taught by Tamayue like a child, but there is no other way.

So he closed his eyes and said, "I'm going to take a break."

This is not a silent protest, but he is really weak, uncomfortable and needs a rest.

The light of the street lamp passed through the glass and shone on his beautiful and pale face, but did not get warmer.

His long eyelashes twitched slightly, and soon he was absolutely calm. He was really asleep.

Zhao Layue stood in front of him, but he did not feel condescending, because his eyes were full of worry.

Repeat it again.

I haven't seen each other for five hundred years. It's such a situation to meet each other. She has no time to express her emotions. She has to pay attention to his life and death. This is really annoying.

A big meow expresses consolation-when I was sleeping in Guocheng Temple every day, you thought I was ill and would die, do you think I'm not feeling well now?

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The TV is off.

Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in a daze.

Xue Ji was wrapped in a daze.

Huaxi was dazed by the ice.

A Da holding her chill on the windowsill in a daze.

The lights on the street are slightly darker, which means that Chaoyang has risen again in the second city.

No morning light came, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up, and he began to cough.

The coughing became louder and more painful, waking up the froze Xueji and the people and the cat and the cicada.

Zhao Layue was sure that he was really awake, letting go of his heart, listening to the cough, and looking at his weak appearance, he was still very worried.

Xueji turned around and looked at Jing Jiu with interest, thinking that this method was actually useful. It was really interesting, but it was too domineering.

Zhao Layue reached out and stroked Fu Jingjiu's chest, because he had never done such a thing, and his movements were awkward.

Jing Jiu calmed down and looked at her seriously and asked, "Do you think I can feel it?"

The Firth sword was tied between his necks, blocking the connection between his consciousness and his body. In a sense, he is now a patient with high paraplegia.

Even when the cough was the worst, his body did not tremble a little.

Under such circumstances, what is the point of Zhao Layue rubbing for him?

"May I be better off myself?" She seldom revealed the look of her daughter's family.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and asked, "How about Nan Wang?"

Zhao Layue said: "It's still early, it's okay."

Jing Jiu said: "I almost forgot that she had a southern incense offering."

Zhao Layue said: "She often thinks the incense is too strong and a little hot."

Jing Jiu suddenly said, "I'm a little cold."

Yesterday Xueji drew that coldest feeling from his body, but instead he felt colder and colder.

His body cannot perceive Zhao Layue's hand, and it should be reasonable that he cannot feel the cold and heat, not to mention that the fairy does not invade the cold and heat, and his body is different.

This coldness is not necessarily physical, but a spiritual problem, which may be the result of consciousness being blocked.

Zhao Layue didn't know how to solve this problem and turned to look at Xue Ji.

Xue Ji wrapped her little quilt tightly, saying no more.

Zhao Layue walked into the bedroom and familiarly found a blanket in the closet, covering Jing Jiu's body.

This blanket is large enough to cover Jing Jiu's feet.

Zhao Layue tucked the blanket into the sword cord and nodded with satisfaction-that sword cord is really suitable for this purpose.

Ada sullen beside, is this a bib for babies who can't eat?

At this moment, it suddenly sensed a cold sight, looked back, and found that Xue Ji was staring at herself, could not help but startled.

Cicada flew away from it without hesitation and fell back onto Xueji's head, turning into a bow.

The window burst, the glass turned into countless debris and fell to the street, which was beautifully illuminated by the street lights.

Xueji came over the street, her hands behind her, her eyes indifferent.

The quilt on her body moved slightly in the wind.

The transparent ice block also followed behind her, and Huaxi closed her eyes in it, still refused to wake up.

The voices of the mosquitoes kept transmitting the irritability of Her Majesty the Queen.

"Faster!"

"What else do you wear?"

"Hurry up and finish."

Zhao Layue lifted the soft chair with one hand and floated out of the window. He flew up with Xue Ji.

The street lights became farther away and the cliff walls became darker, and soon a real light appeared in the sky, like a wellhead.

The people in the underground block, the workers on the cliff, the morning runners who guarded the second city, the priests in the fire tower and the altar saw the fleeting white smoke.

The temperature of the entire Star Gate base is lower.

Many people salute the white smoke subconsciously.

The white smoke penetrated the atmosphere and entered the universe. It didn't take long before it flew out of the galaxy and entered a battleship quietly waiting there.

Throughout the process, Jing Jiu supported his spirit and opened his eyes.

He has done a lot of things in his life, has seen a lot of scenery, but has never had the experience of flying in a soft chair.

Thousands of officers and men on the battleship also have a new life experience today.

The sharp alarm sound was lifted by the system as soon as it sounded, the hatch did not open, and there was a strange team in the command hall.

A little girl covered in a quilt, the quilt is not big, just covered her feet, a few millimeters from the floor.

A beautiful man paralyzed in a chair, covered with a very ordinary blanket, on top of which was a obviously unusually long white cat.

The man was pale, leaning weakly on the corner of the chair, looking at the weak, is it the legendary patient?

The little girl couldn't see her face clearly, she could only see a few gray hairs. Was it the legendary albino patient?

In the current Galaxy Alliance, the government is responsible for the first genetic optimization. It is rare to see such an existence, let alone two.

And how did they get on the battleship?

The only normal thing was the short-haired girl, but when the officers and men saw her face, they were startled.

The captain sternly drove all the soldiers out of the command hall, walked to Zhao Layue, and said humbly, "You are back."

Zhao Layue yelled and walked forward with the soft chair in one hand.

If the officers and soldiers did not leave, seeing this scene, you can find that she is also an abnormal person.

The captain looked at Jing Jiu on the soft chair. The more he looked, the more shocked he became, and his familiar eyes. He tried to ask, "Is this Mr. Advisor?"

Zhao Layue said: "paralyzed."

The captain was even more shocked, thinking that Mr. Advisor should be behind the rebellion, why was he suddenly paralyzed?

But even the most troublesome high paraplegia can be easily solved with the current medical level of the Star Alliance.

"The medical area is over there," he said.

Zhao Layue mentioned that in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he put down his soft chair and said with a blank expression: "Depart as planned."

Ada looked up lazily and glanced at the stupid captain, wondering if you could find a scalpel that could cut this guy's skin?

Whether it's a high-pressure waterjet or a ray knife, I'll eat one if I come... No, grab a self-defense.

The news that the former military chief adviser Jing Jiu was paralyzed quickly spread out on the battleship, causing much speculation and shock.

The battleship vibrated slightly, and the crystalline engine emitted blue flames.

Accompanied by various self-inspection instructions and data check sounds, the battleship began a long voyage to Zu Xing.

During most of the long voyage, Jing Jiu was sleeping.

At this time, he looked at sleeping, but he was awake.

He used to draw, play piano, and play chess on the planet Mochizuki. He looked awake, but actually fell asleep.

He is too weak now, he doesn't even want to waste his strength to open his eyes, he would rather keep his eyes closed to recuperate, rather than talk to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue rarely saw him lose his temper, knowing that he was under too much pressure, he didn't take it seriously, but laughed more.

The starlight outside the window was bright and dark, shining on his pale face, and occasionally he would wake up and cough a few times, looking like a morbid beauty.

The classical type that has tuberculosis and can die at any time.

One day, when the battleship passed a giant black hole far away, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the place where he could not see it.

Sitting on the transparent ice block, Xue Ji also looked at the black hole and found her sight when she couldn't win.

Zhao Layue squatted down beside him, pulled the blanket over, covered his knee, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Jiu said: "Boring."

Zhao Layue waved the captain to push a wheelchair he had already prepared.

Xueji glanced back and ignored it.

Zhao Layue hugged Jing Jiu with a blanket.

The captain looked at the blanket dripping from Jing Jiu, with a smile on his face, and said, "It seems to be magic."

A big lazy glanced at this person, thinking how he was so captivated that he became a captain?

Zhao Layue put Jing Jiu on the wheelchair, sorted out the blankets, and said to the captain: "We are just going around and not allowed to disturb."

This order was quickly passed on.

Zhao Layue pushed Jing Jiu in a wheelchair to walk freely in the battleship.

Da Da lay on his knees, UU reading www.uukanshu.com turned his head and looked around, subconsciously scratching the blanket.

No one dared to speak or even take a look.

The palpitation was quiet in the battleship, and only the sound of wheelchairs crushing the ground could be heard.

The wheelchair was parked by the window behind the battleship.

The sky is still full of stars outside the window.

Zhao Layue released his hand, walked to his side and squatted down, touching Ada's back, and asked, "Did you think of a way to kill Patriarch?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a long time, and said, "I thought of it before I ascended."

Of course, this is not to say that he had thought about it at that time to bully the teacher and destroy the ancestor.

It was only then that he understood how to get rid of all control and gain real freedom.

　　

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