"Raphael, how did you become so strong?" Morrisons cried out.
In fact, this was enough to prove the trust between them. If there was a barrier between them, the moment Han Jin grabbed Morrisons' collar, Morrisons would have thought that Han Jin was trying to attack him, and would have reacted quickly. However, Morrisons did not release his Dou Qi from the beginning to the end. Not only did he trust Han Jin, but he also instinctively let his guard down against Han Jin!
A faint smile appeared on Han Jin's face. No one could remain calm in that kind of unbearable pain, but now that he had returned to normal, his resentment towards Morrisons had also disappeared. Han Jin had never been a calculative person, and he knew very well that if it weren't for Morrisons, he would never have been able to cultivate the art of alchemy!
Looking at the cup filled with blood in his hand, Han Jin raised his hand and poured the dragon's blood into his mouth. At this moment, the dragon's blood was no longer as unbearably hot as before. It was only left with a warm feeling.
"Raphael, do you know that you look like a barbarian right now?!" Morrisons giggled as he came over.
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the other side. Han Jin turned his head and saw Sunier, who was lying on the bluestone, coughing violently. Every time she coughed, she would spit out a mouthful of blood. The mask on her face was already crooked, but the deacon in charge of taking care of the injured did not dare to take the mask off.
"Sunier!" Sassoux exclaimed. Then, he saw Han Jin cross the distance of more than ten meters at an astonishing speed and quietly stood beside Sunier.
After the battle, Morrisons used his sword to cut off the arrows and carried Sunier here. One of the deacons happened to have two Holy Spirit Blessing scrolls. The Holy Spirit Blessing scrolls could not heal injuries, but could only prevent them from worsening. The scrolls would last for about three days. The problem was that their scrolls had been destroyed. Not to mention three days, even if they had thirty days, they would not be able to return to Isolated Cliff City. There was no way they could ask for help. Therefore, the young magicians all looked worried. When they saw that Han Jin had woken up from his coma, they did not look happy at all.
It was not that they were heartless. Except for Sunier, no one knew what kind of price Han Jin had paid. Morrisons and Sassoux only had a vague idea.
Han Jin silently looked at the arrow stuck under Sunier's shoulder. Although this arrow did not have any magic power, the craftsmanship was very vicious. The shaft of the arrow was covered with long and short barbs. No matter if the arrow was pulled out in reverse or along the shaft, it would cause more severe injuries to the person who was hit.
"Raphael, how are you? How is Sunier? "Morrisons asked hurriedly.
"She's fine." Han Jin said softly. At this moment, he realized that his voice was very hoarse. He turned his head and saw that Sassoux was still holding the water bag in his hand. He reached out and took the water bag, raised his head, and drank all the water in the bag in one breath.
"Is she really fine?" Sassoux looked worried. Sunier was still coughing blood. How could she be fine with this kind of injury?
"Her lungs are injured." Han Jin looked up at the sky. "How long have I been out?"
"Almost half a day."
"That's right." Han Jin nodded. "Sunier vomited blood. She has to vomit it all out. Otherwise, there will be pain in the future."
"Oh." Morrisons and Sassoux nodded. They did not fully understand.
Han Jin waited for a while. When he saw that Sunier was no longer coughing blood, he began to draw a talisman in the air. In the past, when Han Jin used talismans, Morrisons and Sassoux could not see anything. They could only see a faint light when the talisman took effect. However, this time was different. Countless golden stars flew out from Han Jin's fingers and floated in the air, forming a strange talisman.
Morrisons and Sassoux were stunned. Han Jin waved his hand and shouted, "Go!"
The talisman turned into a golden light and attached itself to the shaft of the arrow. Han Jin waited for a while. Then, he reached out and grabbed the feather of the arrow, pulling it out bit by bit.
If anyone else dared to do this, Morrisons would have drawn his sword and killed them. Even though he trusted Han Jin, he could not help but suck in a cold breath. Sunier, on the other hand, was very quiet. It was as if she did not feel anything.
Soon, Han Jin pulled the entire arrow out. "Eh?" Moxinke's eyes popped out. The shaft of the arrow became as soft as a snake, and the vicious barbs were swaying in the wind like a piece of soft blood-red fluff. The arrow was stained with Sunier's blood.
Han Jin threw the arrow shaft to the ground. The arrow shaft twisted a few times as it landed on the ground. It was as if it was alive. The golden light quickly disappeared from the arrow shaft. When Morrisons kicked it out of curiosity, the arrow shaft had already become hard again.
A wound as thick as a finger appeared under Sunier's shoulder. Fresh blood flowed out from the wound. Han Jin's hand moved quickly. Then, he pressed his palm down. Countless golden lights floated down and attached themselves to Sunier's wound. One could see with the naked eye that the bleeding was slowing down. Finally, the bright light completely covered the wound.
Han Jin heaved a sigh of relief. Among the Six Ding and Six Jia Arts in the Taoist Canon, the former was a spell for curing diseases, while the latter was a charm for killing people. Fortunately, he had enough interest and didn't like to overdo it, so he had learned almost everything. Although he hadn't mastered all of them, at least he had a clear impression of them. Otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do.
"Is it done?" Sassoux asked softly.
"Yes." Han Jin smiled. "Don't worry."
"Sir!" An abrupt and hurried voice came from the side, "I beg you, please help our dean!"
Han Jin turned his head. The one who spoke was Asa. The young magicians all surrounded him. Everyone had an anxious look on their faces, but they did not dare to be rude.
Han Jin used that strange magic to kill two assassins. Then, he used only one blow to kill the Hydra. In their hearts, Han Jin was already an unfathomable powerhouse. Even though Han Jin fainted on the ground because of the exhaustion of magic, this did not affect their respect. If it were their dean, he might not be able to kill a top-tier magical beast in one blow.
"Raphael, if you can … help them." Sassoux interrupted. Han Jin did not know what happened. Sassoux and Morrisons had already understood the process of the young magicians' infighting. They all liked Asa very much. His ability was another matter. At least, Asa was a real man!
"Okay." Han Jin nodded. It was reasonable to say that Sassoux would not overstep his authority in this kind of matter. There must be a reason, so Han Jin generously agreed.
Asa was overjoyed. He glanced at the arrow shaft and walked forward. Unexpectedly, Han Jin did not follow him. Instead, he walked to the other side. The pale-faced Léger was leaning against a wooden pillar. He was lying there on his side, seemingly unconscious.
It was not easy to win Han Jin's friendship. For Han Jin, this kind of thing would not change with external factors. No matter how beautiful the face or how prominent the status, it would not change him. Therefore, before treating the young dean, he had to confirm Léger's condition.
Léger was very alert. When Han Jin was still five or six meters away from him, he suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Han Jin, a look of surprise and joy flashed across his face. He then tried to stand up, but his body stiffened. His eyebrows were almost knitted together. It was obvious that he had pulled on his wound.
Han Jin gestured for Léger not to move with his hand. Then, he walked to Léger and put the back of his hand on Léger's neck.
Léger smiled weakly. Although his body did not move, his eyes were curiously looking at Han Jin. He was much more perceptive than Morrisons. He could feel that Han Jin had undergone a tremendous change!
Léger's pulse was stable and strong. It did not seem like he had any hidden problems. Han Jin bent down again and carefully observed Léger's wound. Although the blood flowing out of Léger's body had dyed half of it red, the wound was not too deep. Han Jin was relieved.
"Is Léger okay?" Sassoux asked.
"He's fine. This guy's body is as strong as a bull." Han Jin smiled.
"He's like a bull?" Morrisons curled his lips. No matter if it was his body, weight, or height, he was definitely the first among them. "He's just a calf at most!"
Léger opened his mouth to retort, but then he realized that he could not speak. If he did, it would hurt his wound. He could only glare at Morrisons fiercely.
Under the expectant gazes of the young magicians, Han Jin slowly walked toward Yalina. Because her injuries were too serious, no one dared to move her. She had been lying on a pile of broken branches and leaves since the beginning.
At that time, Han Jin had tried his best to save her, but the thief was too fast. The sharp dagger had cut off half of her neck. As for the injury on her back, Han Jin could not see it. Fortunately, the magician's strength was limited, and the dagger did not penetrate her body. If it had been Morrisons, the thief would not have needed to stab her.
Under Yalina's body was a pool of dark red blood. God knew how much blood she had lost. The flesh on her neck was a miserable white color. Her beautiful face did not change much. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she was distressed or condemning something.
Han Jin also did not dare to move Yalina's body. He grabbed her wrist and listened carefully. Yalina's pulse was extremely weak and intermittent. Han Jin carefully reached out his finger and touched the flesh on her neck. From his fingertips, he could feel a dry feeling. Han Jin was shocked. At this point, Yalina should have been dead!
"Did you use some kind of magic?" Han Jin asked.
"Yes … Yes, my Lord," one of the deacons replied timidly. "I brought two Holy Spirit Blessing Scrolls."
"My Lord, the dean … can …" Asa choked and could not continue.
Somehow, they had stopped addressing Han Jin as' you ', and had tacitly changed it to' Your Excellency '. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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