Chapter 387: A Dream

Qin Feng watched the female disciple in his arms slowly open her eyes, with a faint smile on her face.

"You, you are the head of Qin."

The female disciple spoke in a weak voice, looking at Qin Feng with a trace of bewilderment in her eyes.

Qin Feng nodded with a smile on his face. Seeing the girl slowly waking up, a big rock hanging in his heart finally fell down.

"I, why am I here, I was not killed by that big snake..."

As the female disciple said, out of the corner of her eye, she happened to catch a glimpse of the big snake whose belly had been cut open by Qin Feng. There was a gleam of light in her eyes, and her whole body was frightened awake at once, and her face became a little flustered.

"Don't worry, the big snake is dead."

Qin Feng spoke hastily.

Hearing this, the female disciple took another sneak peek at the big snake, and after seeing the big hole in his eye, she was completely relieved.

At this time, she seemed to feel something again, looked at her left arm, but found that her entire left arm had disappeared, only a roll of white gauze with red blood on it.

The female disciple's eyes dimmed instantly.

"For the arm, I will ask your head of the Crane Sect to help you build a prosthetic limb with mechanism techniques."

Qin Feng said that in the current situation of the female disciple, this is the only way he can do it.

But the female disciple still didn't look any better, she touched the empty sleeve on the left with her remaining right arm.

"My cultivation base, decades of hard work are gone."

This time Qin Feng was silent, he didn't know what else to say, and he didn't know how to answer.

Changing from an ordinary person to a fifth-rank cultivator may have consumed all of this girl's youth. Perhaps from the day she became sensible, she gave up the childhood and joy that ordinary people have, and embarked on martial arts Road, he has worked hard for decades, and finally got what he is today, but now, all of this is like a dream, and there is nothing left. Nothing.

"It's okay, I'm still alive, my cultivation base is gone, the big deal is just to practice in the future, compared to other people, I'm lucky enough."

At this moment, the female disciple spoke again. After speaking, she raised her head to look at Qin Feng, and smiled at him, but her eyes were still slightly red, and her cheeks were covered with tears.

Qin Feng looked at the female disciple with a smile on his face, but his eyes couldn't help turning red...

...

"cough cough"

In the main chamber of the tomb, Ye Ziheng slowly opened his eyes and woke up following a few coughing sounds.

Looking at the familiar ceiling above his head, Ye Ziheng's face showed a trace of suspicion. He remembered that he seemed to be caught by a cloud of black mist before. The black mist strangled his neck and wanted to kill him. Why did he suddenly disappear now? Could it be that this was just a dream he had?

Ye Ziheng thought about it, and suddenly felt a pain in his neck, coughed a few times, touched his neck with his hand, but was surprised to find that there was an obvious strangle mark on his neck!

What happened just now was really not a dream! Thinking of this, Ye Ziheng suddenly jumped up from the ground, looking around vigilantly, for fear that the black mist would suddenly come back and attack him.

But the strange thing is that Ye Ziheng has been vigilant in place for most of the day, but he can't see anything different, as if what happened just now is really just a dream.

(to be continued)