MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v9 Chapter 24 Although 9 died without regret

The apartment is quiet.

The soundtrack of the movie became noisy, and the less elegant voices became clearer.

Jing Jiu avoided Zhao Layue's sight and turned to look at Xue Ji over the soft chair. "This movie...I have seen it."

He then added: "Look with Teacher Eve."

Yes, this is the space pirate movie he and Eve watched in the movie theater in Wushan City, but Eve left without finishing.

He didn't want to talk to Zhao Layue subconsciously, but wanted to avoid her.

Xue Ji was right, he just didn't want to wake up.

Zhao Layue was even more angry, and said blankly: "I know who Eve is."

Xueji will definitely not participate in this dialogue, Ada and Cicada don't have the courage, Huaxi is frozen in ice... Jing Jiu can't find any help.

The apartment is quieter, as if waiting for someone to speak.

He had to say, "Is it? She is a good person."

"I'm not a good person, so I will only give you one day."

After Zhao Layue finished speaking, he sat on the soft chair, put his legs up, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Jing Jiu retreated some distance anxiously, leaned back, and looked carefully at Xue Ji, wanting to ask her who this fierce short-haired girl was.

Xueji's black eyes turned, thinking for a while, she felt that the matter was to be resolved anyway, dispelling the idea of ​​helping him.

Time walks slowly, and the silence in the apartment seems to stack up with time, and it is like death.

Ada felt bored, jumped to the table against the wall, leaned closer to the stereoscopic frame, looked at the yellow cat as if alive inside, and gave a soft meow.

Cicada rubbed her nails with silent high-speed frequencies on top of her head, and was very excited to say something to Ada.

I don't know how long it took, the street outside the window suddenly lit up.

There is no sign, like someone pressing the switch above the street to turn on a particularly bright headlight.

The headlight is the sun.

Every day, only when the star travels directly above the fissure, can it illuminate the underground world far away and be seen by people here.

And this process will end soon.

The time when the sun came was only very brief.

The people in the underground block have long been accustomed to the hope of reappearing and then suddenly bursting away.

Only those military policemen who were transferred from above to support, subconsciously looked into the sky with their eyes narrowed.

Zhao Layue opened his eyes and walked to the window to look at the sky.

That light is like a wellhead.

People stood there looking at the bottom of the well.

The light soon disappeared, as if someone covered a stone slab at the wellhead.

She turned back and walked back to the soft chair, reached out to touch Jing Jiu's face, and said, "It's a fool."

To wake Jing Jiu at this time is indeed a little bit difficult. As long as his consciousness starts to move as usual, the hidden procedure in the consciousness, namely Xinchengtianjian, will begin to erode his soul and try to gain control of his body in the shortest time.

Jing Jiu possesses a powerful will and spirit strength that is extremely difficult to see in this universe, so this is not an instant matter, it will be a long process.

This process was so painful that he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't solve the problem in the end.

Feeling the thin cocoon and the slight coolness on Zhao Layue's finger, he was uncomfortable and turned his head to look at Xue Ji again, asking for assistance.

Fortunately, Zhao Layue quickly took his hands back.

She walked in front of Xueji and asked seriously: "Is there no other way than turning him into an idiot?"

Xue Ji held out her small round hands, indicating that she could kill him.

Ada meowed two times in harmony on the cabinet over there, indicating that His Majesty was really funny.

Zhao Layue sat back in the soft chair, took out a document and began to watch it seriously.

After she and Tong Yan came to this world, they estimated the current situation of Jing Jiu through Ran Handong and others.

Tong Yan knew a lot of specific situations through Mr. Dan.

He read countless monographs and classics in the Star Gate University Library and the Star Gate University Library and Festival Hall, and gave some solutions.

How the new Chengtian sword acts on the sword of all things, that is, Jing Jiu's body, has no answer at this time, only speculation. But the several coping methods he deduced from the show looked very reasonable, all focused on how to reduce the intensity of Jing Jiu's consciousness and cut off the energy source of that program.

In fact, Xue Ji let Jing Jiu hibernate or use cold to make him an idiot, which is one of Tong Yan's guesses.

There may be no cortex or neurons in Jing Jiu’s brain, which should be a similar system on the basis. To reduce the speed of his consciousness, on the physical level is to suppress brain waves and interfere with the transmission of information between neuronal cells. In addition to this, there is a way to isolate the connection between each of his neurons and the system, and forcefully suppress the transmission of brain waves.

The advice given by Tong Yan is... the impact of a high-energy heavy particle beam.

The problem is that this method does not necessarily break Jing Jiu's defense, and if it can, it is very dangerous.

Now Zhao Layue thought of a method to replace the high-energy heavy particle beam, but it has not been verified by experiments.

In fact, it cannot be verified because there is only one Jing Jiu in the universe, and only he is in this state.

Do you want to take risks?

If this experiment fails, even if Xue Ji hibernates him again, his consciousness may be irreparably hurt. That is, it is possible to become an idiot who cannot return wisely, a sleeper who cannot wake up.

Zhao Layue looked at the young boy's childish face, his eyes blank, and he didn't speak for a long time.

She has always acted neatly and hesitated at this moment.

Time doesn't even understand the will of the gods, but it changes speed at will because of people's emotions.

When people are hesitant, time will always be faster than usual, and the last line suddenly appears in front of you.

The street lights that have not been extinguished have become brighter, representing the official arrival of the night.

The military police on the street scattered for dinner, leaving very few people on duty.

The door of the game hall is still closed, but it has been opened secretly, and the electronically synthesized female voices in various gambling machines are very low.

In the corner of the market that was blocked by the warehouse, the well-known barbecue stall in the Minsheng neighborhood was also quietly dispatched, and the charcoal fire began to bring out the aroma of food and spices.

The scent went away with the wind and quickly faded, without disturbing the on-duty military police on duty. When he floated outside the window of the apartment, he was smelled by Zhao Layue.

That's the taste of roasted eggplant with ale, raw bitter gourd.

No matter where it is, it may not even be human, as long as it is life, it will live so hard before the end.

Zhao Layue took a long breath and made up his mind.

The last moment will finally come, and Jing Jiu always has to solve this problem. Rather than staying in idiot for a few more days, it is better to wake up and gamble.

"Your Majesty, please receive magical powers." She said to Xue Ji.

Xue Ji looked slightly at her, confirming that she was not joking, her eyes were slightly different, but she still raised her small round hands.

A subtle chill came out of Jing Jiu's eyebrows.

The temperature in the apartment suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.

The window glass was covered with a shallow layer of frost, and then thickened at a rate visible to the naked eye until it turned into a thin piece of ice.

The chill returned to Xue Ji's little hand.

Jing Jiu was taken out of his soul and closed his eyes slowly.

His fingers were trembling slightly, trembling faster and faster, and there was an intensive percussion between the soft chair armrests.

Ada knew that the critical moment had arrived, turned around without hesitation, and closed the door with a kick.

It is not that he does not worry about Jing Jiu, but he is more convinced than Zhao Layue that he will not have an accident, so he does not want him to wake up and find that he has seen his most pitiful appearance.

When the sound of the impact of the fingers and the armrests formed a long sound, Jing Jiu still closed his eyes and did not open them.

The long eyelashes twitch slightly, but the frequency is very fast. If there are drops of water on it, it will be cut into many pieces.

Zhao Layue stood in front of him and looked at him quietly.

Forth Sword appeared in her hand sometime, exuding **** colors.

With a click, Jing Jiu's fingers stopped and no longer tremble.

Long eyelashes no longer tremble.

He opened his eyes but did not wake up. There was a sense of pain in the depths of his blank eyes, which became violent like a storm that was about to form.

Zhao Layue held both ends of the Firth Sword and pulled hard.

Accompanied by the crisp sword song, the blood-red flying sword became a sword rope.

She tied the sword to Jing Jiu's neck.

Jing Jiu looked at her blankly, not knowing what she was going to do, and she looked very innocent, like an injured little animal.

"Don't pretend, who doesn't know who."

Zhao Layue thought blankly, his hands tightening the sword tightly, and his movements were very rude, even rude.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu saw her in the belly of her mother when she passed by Chaoge City in the snow, and left a bracelet for her.

That bracelet was the sword cable she used later. At the beginning of this story, Taiping was locked in a restaurant in Yunji Town.

Later, she and Jing Jiu took part in the Cheng Jian Conference, rushed to the final peak of the God together, and finally became unconscious. She was also **** by Jing Jiu with this sword rope to the top of the peak.

This sword cord is the Firth sword.

Today she returned the Forth Sword to Jing Jiu, but in a special way.

The strength of her hand is getting stronger and stronger, and the slightly larger palm of the hand is faintly immortal than the ordinary woman.

Jing Jiu's face grew paler, his hands clasped the sword rope, and he wanted to say something, but he could not speak.

That is to say, his body is too special, otherwise the corpse has already separated.

"Ah!" Zhao Layue shouted.

Dada dare not continue to hide in the study, turned into a white light and came to the living room, throwing himself into a soft chair.

The pure heart bell, which had been tied in its neck for five hundred years, and I did not know how many times it was washed by the starlight, finally rang again.

The clear bell echoed in the room.

With the ringtone, Jing Jiu's hand gradually lowered and his eyes cleared, but the pain in the depths became stronger and stronger, and he even began to gasp.

Dozens of sword lights floated from the sleeve cuffs of Zhao Layue.

She entered the state of the invisible sword body, and used the nine dead sword tactics of Shenmofeng to pour countless Daoran's sword intention into the sword cable.

The Firth sword is the most bloodied and fiercest sword in the nine swords of Qingshan. At this time, it was even blasted with anger and full of blood.

——Where is it like a magic weapon of the righteous sect, which is more terrifying than those evil magic tools.

It didn't take long for all the wickedness, blood, and sword intention to return to the sword rope.

The sword cord became extremely red and crystal clear, like a red collar.

Zhao Layue knotted the sword cable and finally let go.

Jing Jiu was no longer as painful as before, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Zhao Layue stared at his eyes and did not speak.

"Boom."

From the beginning to the end, Xue Ji did nothing, but just crouched beside her and watched, her dark eyes with rare curiosity and less seriousness.

She was really curious about what method Zhao Layue used. Was she treating the invisible sword intention as a flow of heavy particles?

"Can't let him think, and don't want him to be so muddy and irresponsible, then let him wake up, and then he is not allowed to think about it," Zhao Layue explained.

Xue Ji rarely appeared blank for a moment. I thought what does this mean? To know that consciousness is the most uncontrollable thing, you can make him want it without him?

Zhao Layue said: "So use this sword."

This is the Firth sword.

Furth.

Just don't want to.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or a real destiny.

This Jingyang real man's original sword finally fell on his own neck.

Such a dangerous method, Zhao Layue was actually used on him, it was really tough.

Jing Jiu's breathing gradually stabilized, pulling longer and longer until disappearing.

His eyes became calmer and clearer until he was quiet.

His eyebrows are getting better and better until they are perfect.

But his face was still so pale, and he was significantly thinner than before, like a patient in bed for many years.

The scarlet sword blocked most of his consciousness and physical contact, and even forced his consciousness to be physically reduced by force.

He blinked and really woke up, looked at Zhao Layue in front of him, and said softly, "Come?"

Zhao Layue yelled.

Whether it was referring to soaring from Chaotian mainland or coming to this apartment, she came to him.

"I didn't expect you to find me."

Jing Jiu's speaking speed is still very slow, and it seems to be weaker. For the seriously ill, there is some regret in his tone.

Zhao Layue thought you once said that as long as it is the sun, it can be seen.

Even if the sun is much dimmer than usual.

Even as it was just now, it only appeared for a moment in the sky.

A Da lay on the soft chair and stared at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu wanted to reach out and touch it, but UU reading www.uukakanshu.com found that he couldn't raise his arm, or even felt his fingertips.

He quickly judged his current situation, slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Layue, and said, "This way I will die faster."

Zhao Layue said, "This is what you taught me."

Jing Jiu said, "I also had a sword against Brother Shi, but I hadn't killed the teacher."

Zhao Layue looked at him and said, "You taught me my sword."

God's final peak repair is the nine dead sword tactics.

Although nine died without regret.

If you are Jing Jiu, you should live proudly and clearly, even if you die.

(End of this chapter)

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