Chapter 988

It was very quiet in the apartment.

As a result, the soundtrack of the movie became louder, and those less elegant voices became clearer.

Jing Jiu avoided Zhao Layue's gaze, turned to look at Xue Ji on the other side of the soft chair, and said, "This movie... I've seen it."

He then added: "I watched it 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 it.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to talk to Zhao Layue and 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."

Xue Ji would definitely not participate in this conversation, Ada and Han Chan didn't have the guts either, Huaxi was frozen in ice...Jing Jiu couldn't find any helpers.

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

He had to say, "Really? She's a good person."

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

After Zhao Layue finished speaking, she sat on the soft chair, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and began to rest.

Jing Jiu backed away a little uneasy, leaned back, and carefully glanced at Xue Ji, wanting to ask her who this vicious short-haired girl was.

Xue Ji rolled her black eyes, thought for a while, and felt that the matter had to be resolved anyway, so she gave up the idea of ​​helping him.

Time moves slowly, and the silence in the apartment seems to be superimposed over time, like dead silence.

Ah Da felt so bored, jumped onto the table next to the wall, approached the three-dimensional picture frame, looked at the yellow cat that seemed to be alive inside, and meowed lightly.

The chilling cicada was on top of its head, rubbing its nails with a high-speed soundless frequency, saying something to Ah Da, looking very excited.

After an unknown amount of time, the street outside the window suddenly lit up.

There was no warning, like someone flicked a switch above the street, turning on a particularly bright headlight.

That headlight is the sun.

Every day, only when the stars move directly above the crack, can they illuminate the underground world from a distance and be seen by the people here.

And the process will be over soon.

The time for the sun to fall is only a very short moment.

The people in the underground block have long been accustomed to the feeling of hope reappearing and then suddenly shattered, and they didn't even look up to the sky.

Only the military police who were called in for support subconsciously squinted their eyes and looked towards the sky.

Zhao Layue opened her eyes, walked to the window and looked up at the sky.

The light was like the mouth of a well.

People stood at the bottom of the well and looked there.

The light disappeared quickly, as if someone had built a stone slab over the mouth of the well.

She turned around and walked back to the soft chair, touched Jing Jiu's face with her hand, and said, "What a fool."

It was really difficult for Jing Jiu to wake up at this time. As long as his consciousness starts to function as usual, the program hidden in his consciousness—that is, Xin Chengtian Sword will start to erode his soul, trying to gain control of his body in the shortest possible time.

Jing Jiu has a strong will and soul strength that are extremely rare in this universe, so this is not an instant thing, it will be a very long process.

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

Feeling the thin calluses and coolness on Zhao Layue's fingers, he felt a little uncomfortable, and turned his head to look at Xue Ji again, wanting to ask for help.

Fortunately, Zhao Layue quickly took her hand back.

She walked up to Xue Ji and asked earnestly, "Is there no other way than turning him into an idiot?"

Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand, indicating that she could beat him to death.

Ah Da meowed cooperatively on the cabinet over there, expressing that His Majesty is really funny.

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

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

Tong Yan even learned a lot of specific situations through Mr. Dan.

He read countless monographs and classics in the Stargate Sacrifice Hall and the Stargate University Library and Sacrifice Hall, and gave some solutions.

Exactly how the Xinchengtian Sword works on Wanwu Yijian, that is, Jing Jiu's body, this question has no answer for the time being, and can only be guessed. But the several coping methods he deduced seemed reasonable, and they all focused on how to reduce Jing Jiu's consciousness intensity and cut off the energy source of that program.

In fact, Xue Ji made Jing Jiu hibernate or turned him into an idiot with chills, which was one of Tong Yan's guesses.

Jing Jiu's brain may not have any cortex or neuron cells, but it should be a similar system fundamentally. To reduce the speed of his consciousness, on a physical level, it is to suppress brain waves and interfere with the information transmission between neuron cells. In addition to this, there is another method, which is to isolate the connection between each of his neurons and the system, and forcibly suppress the transmission of brain waves.

Tong Yan's suggestion is... the impact of high-energy heavy particle beams.

The problem is that this method may not be able to break through Jing Jiu's defense, and if it can, it will be very dangerous.

Now Zhao Layue has 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 he is the only one in this state.

Do you want to take a risk?

If this experiment fails, even if Xue Ji makes him hibernate again, his consciousness may be irreparably damaged. That is to say, it is possible to become an idiot who cannot come back to his senses, and a long sleeper who cannot wake up.

Zhao Layue looked at the young boy's childish face and bewildered eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

She, who has always acted straightforwardly, hesitated at this moment.

Time doesn't even care about the will of the gods, but changes its speed at will because of people's emotions.

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

The street lights that have never been extinguished have become brighter, representing the official arrival of night.

The military and police on the street dispersed to have dinner, leaving only a 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 the 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 District also quietly moved out, and the charcoal fire began to bring out the aroma of food and seasonings.

The scent drifted away with the wind and faded away quickly, without disturbing the sleepy military police on duty, but Zhao Layue smelled it when it drifted past the apartment window.

It was the smell of roasted eggplant and ale, raw bitter melon.

No matter where human beings are, or even not human beings, as long as they are life, they will work hard to live like this before the end.

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

The last moment will come, Jing Jiu always has to solve this problem, instead of staying up for a few more days like an idiot, it's better to wake up and take a gamble.

"Your Majesty, please accept the supernatural power." She said to Xue Ji.

Xue Ji tilted her head slightly to look at her, confirming that she was not joking, her eyes were slightly different, but she still raised her round little hand.

A chill that felt like a substance floated out from Jing Jiu's brows.

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

The outside of the window glass was covered with a light layer of frost, which then thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye until it turned into a whole piece of thin ice.

The chill returned to Xue Ji's little hand.

Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes as if his soul had been extracted.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and the trembling speed was getting faster and faster, and there was a dense and continuous knocking sound between the armrest of the soft chair.

Ah Da knew that the critical moment had come, so he turned and entered the study without hesitation, and closed the door with his hind foot.

It's not that it's not worried about Jing Jiu, but it's more convinced than Zhao Layue that anything will happen to him, so it doesn't want him to wake up and find himself seeing his most pitiful appearance.

When the sound of the fingers colliding with the armrest became a long sound, Jing Jiu still closed his eyes tightly and did not open them.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, but the frequency was very fast. If any drops of water fell on them, they would probably be cut into many pieces.

Zhao Layue stood in front of him, watching him quietly.

Firth Sword appeared in her hand at some point, exuding a blood-like light.

With a soft click, Jing Jiu's fingers stopped and stopped trembling.

The long eyelashes no longer fluttered.

He opened his eyes but didn't wake up. There was pain in the depths of his blank eyes, which became violent like a storm that was about to take shape.

Zhao Layue held both ends of Furth's sword and pulled it hard.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the sword, the blood-red flying sword turned into a sword rope.

She tied the sword rope around Jing Jiu's neck.

Jing Jiu looked at her blankly, not knowing what she was going to do, his expression was very innocent, like a wounded animal.

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

Zhao Layue thought about it with a blank face, and pulled the sword rope tightly with both hands. The action was very rough, even rough.

Many years ago, when Jing Jiu passed by Chaoge City in the snow, he saw her in her mother's womb, and left her a bracelet.

That bracelet was the sword rope she used later, and at the very beginning of this story, she had locked Daoist Taiping in the restaurant in Yunji Town.

Later, she and Jing Jiu participated in the Inheriting Sword Conference and went to Shenmo Peak together, and finally fell into a coma, and Jing Jiu also tied her up to the peak with this sword rope.

This sword cable is Furth Sword.

Today she sent Fursi Sword back to Jing Jiu, but in a special way.

The strength of her hand was getting stronger and stronger, and the fairy energy was faintly gushing out from the slightly larger palm compared to ordinary women.

Jing Jiu's face became paler and paler, he grasped the sword rope with both hands, and wanted to say something, but he was already speechless.

That is to say, his body is too special, otherwise his body would have been separated by this time.

"Ada!" Zhao Layue shouted.

Ah Da didn't dare to continue hiding in the study, turned into a ray of white light and came to the living room, and threw himself onto the soft chair.

The Qingxin Bell, which had been tied around its neck for five hundred years and had been washed countless times by starlight, finally rang again.

The crisp bell echoed in the room.

With the ringing of the bell, Jing Jiu's hand was gradually lowered, his eyes became clearer, but the deep pain became stronger and stronger, and he even began to gasp.

Dozens of sword lights floated from Zhao Layue's sleeves.

She entered the state of the invisible sword body, and used Shenmo Peak's Nine Deaths Sword Art to pour countless powerful sword intents into the sword cord.

Firth Sword was originally the most blood-stained and fiercest sword among the Nine Swords of Qingshan. At this time, it was full of evil spirits, reflecting blood all over the room.

——Where does it look like the magic weapon of the righteous sect, it is countless times more terrifying than those evil magic weapons.

It didn't take long for all the evil spirit, blood light and sword intent to return to the sword rope.

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

Zhao Layue tied the sword rope into a tight knot, and finally let go.

Jing Jiu was no longer in such pain as before, and his breathing gradually eased.

Zhao Layue stared into his eyes without speaking.

"Boom."

From the beginning to the end, Xue Ji didn't do anything, she just squatted by the side and watched, with rare curiosity and even rarer seriousness in her dark pupils.

She was really curious about what method Zhao Layue used. Could it be that he used the invisible sword intent as a stream of heavy particles?

"If you can't make him think, and you don't want him to be so dazed and irresponsible, then let him wake up and stop him from thinking." Zhao Layue explained.

Xue Ji was at a loss for a rare moment, thinking to herself what does this mean? You must know that consciousness is the most uncontrollable thing, you can let him not think about it?

Zhao Layue said: "So use this sword."

This is Forth Sword.

furth.

Just don't want to.

Don't know if it's a coincidence or just destiny.

The original sword of Master Jingyang finally fell on his own neck.

Zhao Layue actually used such a dangerous method on him, it was extremely powerful.

Jing Jiu's breath gradually became steady, longer and longer until it disappeared.

His eyes became calmer and clearer, until they became deeply silent.

His eyebrows and eyes 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 who had been bedridden for many years.

That bloody sword cord blocked most of the connection between his consciousness and his body, and even forcibly reduced the activity of his consciousness a lot by physical means.

He blinked his eyes, really woke up, looked at Zhao Layue in front of him, and said softly, "You're here?"

Zhao Layue hummed.

Whether it meant ascending from Chaotian Continent or coming to this apartment, she always came to him.

"I didn't expect you could really find me."

Jing Jiu's speech rate was still very slow, and he seemed even weaker, like someone who was seriously ill, with some regret in his tone.

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

Even if the sun is much dimmer than usual.

Even if it only appeared in the sky for a moment like just now.

Ah Da lay on the soft chair, staring at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu wanted to reach out to touch it, but found that he couldn't raise his arm, and he couldn't even feel his fingertips.

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

Zhao Layue said, "You taught me this."

Jing Jiu said, "I have also used swords against senior brothers, but I have never killed my master."

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

Shen Mofeng practiced Nine Deaths Sword Art.

Although nine deaths do not regret.

You are Jing Jiu, so you should live proudly and soberly, even if you die, you should not regret it.