Six Hundred and Eighty Sixth Extremely Bad Situation

Time, go back to last night.

In the sky, Airquite hugged Fang Li who had regained his coma, and landed slowly, landing in the shopping mall of a skyscraper that had been cut off.

"Ahem...!"

As soon as he fell down, Fang Li coughed up blood again in Erquite's arms, collapsed weakly, and lay on the ground under the equally weak support of Erquite.

His complexion was extremely pale.

Looking at Fang Li like this, Alquette's pretty face was somewhat pale.

"Wake up..."

Airquite slumped in front of Fang Li, pushing Fang Li gently like a helpless little girl.

"Wake up..."

"Wake up..."

"Please wake up..."

The white princess just kept pushing Fang Li gently.

Just like a little girl who intends to wake up her grandparents who will never wake up again, she is helpless and powerless.

It looks very pitiful.

And the expression on Air Quite's face is also that kind of utter bewilderment.

For the princess who was as pure as a piece of white paper, the pain felt like a needle prick in her heart at this moment made her feel strange and almost suffocated.

Alquette only experienced this feeling once.

Eight hundred years ago, after being deceived by Roja, he went berserk and slaughtered all the people around him. After waking up, Alquite looked at the mountain of corpses and blood around him. The feeling at that time was the same as now. .

So, Airquite looked blankly at Fang Li lying in front of him, covered in blood, and asked such a question as if cautiously.

"Are you dying?"

Naturally, no one can answer this question for Alquette.

Therefore, Alquette's expression could only remain dazed, watching Fang Li's breathing become weaker and weaker.

Until, a voice sounded.

"It's really eye-popping."

With the sound of such a voice, the girl in cassock flew down from the air and landed in front of Alquite.

Seeing Alquite staring at him in a daze, so helpless that people feel pitiful, but Xier didn't feel any sympathy, so he spoke like this.

"If I remember correctly, Bai Ji, whom everyone fears, should be colder and more emotionless. She can't even say a word, and only blindly eradicates the target person. She exists like a natural disaster. right."

"But, what's the matter with your current appearance? Isn't it too embarrassing?"

Xier's barbed question did not elicit the slightest reaction from Alquiet.

Alquite just hugged Fang Li, staring at Xier with unprecedented hostility in his scarlet eyes.

That's a sign of being out of control.

Obviously, Air Quite's current situation is very unstable.

If Xier continued to provoke like this, then Alquette would definitely not mind using this agent to vent his anger.

Therefore, Alquette just asked in a low voice.

"...What are you doing here?"

Xier didn't answer Alquette, but just stepped up and approached in the direction of Fang Li.

At this moment, an extremely strong murderous aura erupted from Alquite, causing Xier to stop in his tracks.

Raising his head, what Xier saw was Alquitte's staring vermilion pupils quietly turning into golden magic eyes.

full of violence.

"Don't come near him!"

This is a warning from the true ancestor's princess.

Like a wild beast protecting its wounded offspring, the pure white princess confronts anyone who intends to approach with hostility, even the slightest possibility of harming Fang Li, which is purely pitiful.

And it was precisely because of this that Xier found it incomprehensible.

Just like what Heyer said, the Alquite in the past should be colder and more emotionless, like a simple annihilating weapon, without even saying a word, just implementing its own meaning of existence.

For such an Alquette, losing control of his emotions because of a specific person is simply inconceivable.

Even that Roja just caused Alquette to hate and be attached to him. No one has ever been able to pry open the heart of this Bai Ji.

But looking at Alquite's current appearance, it is obvious that for this princess, Fang Li's weight in her heart is definitely not light.

This is probably the first time ever, right?

Therefore, Alquite didn't know how to react at all, and could only act like a helpless child, calling Fang Li's name constantly, and repelling anyone from approaching.

This kind of Alquite finally made Xier unable to maintain the expression on his face, and opened his mouth like a sigh.

"Let me see, maybe it can be saved."

In a word, the explosive murderous aura on Alquite's body weakened.

Without looking at Alquite's current expression, Xier directly stepped forward, squatted down in front of Fang Li, stretched out his hand, and put it on Fang Li's chest.

The fluctuation of magic power turned into ripples on that hand and spread throughout Fang Li's whole body.

Under such circumstances, Xier gradually understood how bad Fang Li's current situation was.

"...It's not good."

At that moment, Xier spoke in a low voice.

"Leaving aside the external injuries, the internal injuries are already very serious. Almost all the internal organs have lost their function. The internal organs have become a mess, and even the blood vessels are all ruptured. This is a fatal injury. He was able to It's a miracle that he survived until now."

This is due to the fact that Fang Li's VIT (durability) is not low.

Although he is not the main god messenger who is good at VIT (durability), Fang Li is now an all-around speed type, not an extreme speed type like in the past. In terms of VIT (durability), he is at the fourth level. Among the main messengers of God, it is quite satisfactory.

But it's just mediocre.

Relying on a fairly satisfactory VIT (endurance) value, Fang Li finally withstood the death-level injury and maintained his breathing.

"But that's all."

Hier came to a conclusion.

"No matter how strong the endurance is, human beings are still human after all. If the body becomes like this, there is only one ending."

What that ending was, needless to say.

"Unless it is possible to rebuild his body, without this level of ability, no magic will be able to save him now."

Saying so, Sier looked at Alquite again.

His eyes became sharper.

"If you suck his blood and turn him into your dead disciple, that's a different matter."

The moment the voice fell, an extremely depressing silence began to pervade.

Alquite just stared blankly at Fang Li whose face was covered in blood and whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

After a while, a smile appeared on Jumei's pretty face.

A bitter and complicated smile.

Immediately, Alquette spoke.

"I will not suck his blood."