Chapter 295
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Upper body.
It was at the waist and abdomen.
A few deep whip marks were left across the other party's body. At the waist, the clothes were torn, and the flesh and blood were tumbling. It could be seen that the person who used the whip was merciless.
How could someone do this to a Tenzong disciple? Such a heavy blow.
He frowned deeply, tore open his white clothes, and helped that person treat the wound on the waist and abdomen. And bandaged it properly.
Gave it to the other party? Fed him a few healing pills and observed the other party? The situation.
The other party? He woke up very quickly.
Almost as soon as he fed him the pills, he slowly opened his eyes. Eyes.
The other party? The wounds on his face were ugly, but he had a pair of beautiful eyes? Eyes? Was it those eyes? His eyes were very dark, very heavy, and empty.
The other party? He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his waist and abdomen. He put on white clothes and forced himself to stand up. He did not speak. After thanking him, he turned to leave.
What did he do to the other party? He shouted and raised his voice to ask.
"Which sect are you from?? The sect forbids the use of torture privately. Who made you suffer like this? Such a serious injury? "
That person did not speak.
He was still walking slowly. Movement? He was like a stiff puppet.
He frowned. In the end, his worry was more important than anything else. Go forward and grab the other party? Pull.
The other party? The figure was thin and weak, and the height was only? The height reached his shoulders. Just by looking at the figure, he still could not tell the gender?
He softened his voice and asked, "What's your name? What's your name? "
The other party? Looking up at him, his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.
He said, "You don't want to speak? Or you can't speak? "
The other party? He still did not speak, as if he was a mute.
But even if he was a mute, he should at least give some reaction.
He could not help but feel a little discouraged.
Again? This time, he wondered if he really didn't have the ability to make friends with others.
The sky was already dark.
Again? Just like that? Can't we just pull and pull each other? What did she look like?
Moreover, he had heard that he was an outer sect disciple? Everyone had the rule of night curfew. Being late might cause this person to be punished even more severely. Was he only? Could he let him go? Go back. Yet, he couldn't help it? Why did he stop the other party this time? She hurriedly organized her words and said, "I … I like to look at flowers. When I'm free, I'll come to North Wind Cliff for a walk. If he was still being lynched, why would he come here? Look for me. Senior Brother will definitely seek justice for you. "
Is this his first time in front of other disciples? Seeing that Zhang Xuan had addressed himself as Senior Brother, his face reddened slightly. However, it was hidden under the mask, so it was impossible to see it.
The other party? He paused for a moment before disappearing into the night.
Second? This was the first time they met under the Jinling Tree. Half a month had already passed?
Don't know? Could it be the cause? For the other party at that time? Was it because the whip wounds on her body were too shocking, or was it because of something else? For the other party? The scars on her face made him feel that they were in the same boat. He had never forgotten that thin and weak figure. From time to time, he would go to the outer sect to take a look from afar. Was there anyone waiting for him on North Wind Cliff?
From afar, he saw that thin and weak figure standing under the tree. A disciple? Robe. The wind blew through that person's clothes, making it seem even more empty. He hurried over and found that the person didn't have any scars on her body this time. There were no visible scars. Her face was covered with scars, so he couldn't see her complexion. Only? Her exposed hand was very pale, and her wrist was so slender that it seemed like it would break with a snap.
Seeing him coming, that person blinked. His eyes? The dark hollow in her eyes seemed to have dissipated a little. The morning light shone in, and a little? Light.
He was worried. Looking at the other party? "Did you come here specifically to look for me?"
The other party? This time, there was finally a reaction. A little? A little? Head.
"Did someone punish you with private punishment again? Where are your injuries? Do you need my help? "He asked with concern.
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