If the female partner fails to fall in love, the male partner must be responsible for her

Chapter 143 The senior sister is physically disabled and strong-willed 1
Knee pain was the first thing Su Ningwei noticed after waking up.

It was the kind of extreme pain like a broken leg. Su Ningwei opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to see that both of his legs were slowly being infected with blood.

Wearing white silk and satin clothes, she collapsed limply on the ground mixed with blood, looking as if she had been pulled into the mud.

Su Ningwei looked around with difficulty and found that she was in the middle of a war, which was obviously over. There were also colorful bodies lying on the ground like her. She didn't know if they were corpses.

The memory in Su Ningwei's mind told her that her leg would be broken in this life, and it just so happened that she came just after her leg was broken.

Her current name is Yan Bing, the senior sister of the Sword Sect. The battle just now was a battle with the remnants headed by the Demon Lord. She united the Buddhist sect, the Hehuan sect, the formation sect and other immortal sects, but ultimately failed.

Fortunately, the elders of the Immortal Sect who fought against the Demon Lord succeeded, although in the end they only sealed the Demon Lord.

Yan Bing didn't have the strength to stand up. All the spiritual power in her body had been used up. Except for her body being harder now, she was just like an ordinary person whose legs had been chopped off.

The reason why her leg was cut off was because it was cut off by a powerful demonic energy. The reason why it couldn't be cured was because the demon used a special weapon.

"Sister, how are you?" came a dying voice.

Yan Bing raised his eyes and looked over. Many disciples of the Immortal Sect had already gotten up from the ground. The illusion of countless wreckage under the black mist was gone.

"No, that's great." Yan Bing said, but his voice was thick and powerful.

"Sister, I'm here to help you." It was a familiar little junior sister. Her white clothes were stained with blood, and her spiritual power was low. She was probably only in the foundation building stage. At this moment, the spiritual power in her meridians was exhausted, and she had exhausted all her strength.

The junior sister reached out, and Yan Bing raised her hand to put it on. She thought Yan Bing could get up, but she didn't expect that Yan Bing didn't get up. After exerting her strength, she lowered her head and realized that there seemed to be too much blood on the senior sister's leg.

"Senior Sister, I have medicine on your leg to stop the bleeding." The junior sister took out a bottle from her arms and sprinkled green powder on Yan Bing's leg. It was refreshing and cool, but it didn't hurt so much.

It's this green spot that's a little ugly.

"Thank you." Yan Bing felt it was an eyesore and simply stopped looking at it. His face was covered in blood anyway, no matter how dirty or ugly it was, it wouldn't make any difference.

The little junior sister had regained her aura now and moved much more nimbly. She said to the senior sister, "I'm going to find some help," and ran to find someone.

The surrounding spiritual energy began to gather, and many people had begun to use things to restore spiritual energy.

Yan Bing was now affected by the demonic energy in his body, and his vision was not so clear, and it was all covered in blood. There were only a few people in the Jian Sect, and he had little friendship with other sects. He didn't know where the junior sister went to find someone.

Yan Bing swallowed a few pills, and after a while she would go back with her sword.

A particularly white and cold figure appeared in front of Yan Bing, and his voice was as cold as him: "Are you injured?"

Yan Bing raised his eyes and looked over. His vision went dark and he couldn't see the person clearly. It seemed that the evil energy had invaded his eyes.

"Well, Master, I," Yan Bing lowered his head.

Yan Bing wanted to say something else. He was suspended in the air, and then he landed on the ground again. He put his hand on the master's chest. There was a layer of soft and smooth sky silk fabric in front of him. In his breath, he smelled a faint smell like the snow in winter. .

"Take you to be healed."

After the master finished speaking, the corner of Yan Bing's mouth turned cold. It was a finger, and there was a pill on the fingertip. Yan Bing bit it in obediently.

Soft, warm lips met cold fingertips.

The fingertips left quickly. Yan Bing was blind, so he couldn't see clearly. The master's jade-like fingers were rubbed for a moment before they were covered by long sleeves.

The master was very fast, and Yan Bing felt the fluctuations in the space. The master used the teleportation method, and soon they arrived at the master's medicine hall.

The medicine the master gave her was very useful. Her legs no longer hurt and her vision returned.

So she saw a group of uncles in the medical hall in front of her preparing medicinal herbs to treat the returning disciples.

And she turned around and saw her master holding her, with a surprised look on her face. Li Qingshuang was dressed in flawless white, and Yan Bing in her arms was covered in blood. An uncle came over and asked, "Elder Li, what's wrong with Yan Bing?"

Yan Bing saw clearly the way Master was holding her, with both hands holding her whole body in his arms, and her two bloody claws dyed a large area of ​​Master's chest red.

Yan Bing looked up and was attracted by the frost in the master's eyes. His face was extremely white, and his beautiful eyebrows carried a power that made people dare not look at him. It was unfathomable and intimidating.

Yan Bing immediately cast a cleaning spell on his master and cast one on himself. The green spots on his feet could not be removed, as well as the black air floating on them.

The uncle immediately saw the key, and quickly straightened up his expression with a serious face, "Devil energy, and this devil energy is very special, Yan Bing's legs."

Several other uncles also came over, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Several junior uncles wanted to take a closer look at Yan Bing's whole body, but Yan Bing was in the arms of the great elder, and they were a little uncomfortable.

Yan Bing saw it and said, "Master, let me down first."

"it is good."

Yan Bing was placed on a soft plush lounge chair by his master. Several uncles quickly came over and used their own skills to massage Yan Bing's body. "Fortunately, the demonic energy in Yan Bing's body was stopped in time. Elder Li, did you feed him the demon-clearing pill? Or it was too late and he didn't save his leg."

"That's not necessarily true. The demonic energy lingers most on the legs. This is where the damage is caused. Even if you take the Qingqing Demonic Pill on the spot..."

"Yan Bing, let me take a look at your legs."

Just as Yan Bing was about to lean over, a pair of hands came over to help her slowly lift the hem of her clothes, and she saw clearly several torn black gas wounds on Yan Bing's legs.

"hiss……"

"Yan Bing, be patient, we still have to find a way to get rid of these evil spirits."

"Okay." Yan Bing closed her eyes, and the original cold feeling on her legs was torn apart, and replaced by the severe pain of something about to burst out.

Fortunately, people who cultivate immortality have experienced various baptisms, and it will pass after a while. Yan Bing gritted his teeth and clenched the corners of his clothes with his hands.

After experiencing this pain for half an hour, Yan Bing's mind was thinking about the scene where he was practicing his sword under the waterfall and was hit by the heavy water.

"Okay, Yan Bing, my uncle will prescribe some medicine for you, and the demonic energy on your body will be eliminated soon." The very gentle-looking female uncle took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Yan Bing's forehead. .

"Thank you, uncles." Yan Bing smiled weakly, without any sense of decadence that his legs could no longer stand up.

The other uncles kept silent about Yan Bing's leg, and other disciples also came back one after another relying on the formation, and the people in the medical hall began to treat them in an orderly manner.

The gentle female uncle prescribed some medicine to Yan Bing, and the master took it for her. Then he leaned forward slightly and took Yan Bing into his arms and carried her back to his cave.

Yan Bing can actually do it on her own. Even if her leg is broken, her Nascent Soul stage magic power is still there. She can perform a sword-controlling spell and sit on it.

But since the master wanted to hug her, she let him hug her. The master's arms were soft except for being cold.

Another teleportation spell, which actually consumes a lot of spiritual power. Yan Bing could barely use one, and the range could only be within the sect. Then his whole body was in bad shape, and his spiritual power was completely squeezed out.

"Master, you just came back from the Demon Lord's lair, are you okay?" Master and the others had just sealed the Demon Lord. Even though they were in the tribulation period, the spiritual energy in their bodies was not inexhaustible.

"Okay." Li Qingshuang didn't reveal any emotion on her face. She thoughtfully put Yan Bing's pillow behind her back so that Yan Bing could lean on it, and then placed her on the bed.

"Is Master not injured?"

"None." As soon as he finished speaking, Master's figure disappeared and reappeared. In the blink of an eye, besides Master, there was also a wooden wheelchair beside the bed. It looked soft at first glance, with a layer of white fluff made of unknown materials. wrapped.

"Try it."

"Okay." Yan Bing's eyes were full of wonder, and she got into the wheelchair with the help of her master. It was also very advanced. The master gave her the manipulation method. The wheelchair could move by itself and go up to the sky, just like a The same as the magic weapon.

Master made a magic weapon in such a short time?
"Master, do you want to take a rest?" Yan Bing couldn't see through the master's cultivation, but it was impossible not to suffer losses.

But Master just didn't show it at all.

"Okay." Li Qingshuang followed Yan Bing's bed and sat down.

Then he watched Yan Bing continue to think about his wheelchair.

"Xiao Bing,"

"Yes, Master." Yan Bing raised his eyes and looked over.

"Even if your legs are hindered, you can still practice and travel around the world." Li Qingshuang's voice did not fluctuate at all, but from his slowed down tone, it sounded like he was comforting Yan Bing.

Yan Bing stopped touching the wheelchair and said with a smile, "I know, everything has a master."

"Yeah." That's what Li Qingshuang meant, and then she raised her hand and brushed Fu Yanbing's head, just like an elder to a junior.

More than a month has passed since the war between immortals and demons, and all the immortal sects are recuperating. I don’t know when the demon clan who did not participate, or participated very little, and fished in troubled waters became rampant in the outside world.

Zhan Xianmen's energy did not recover, so he began to do things that sucked souls and harmed the world.

There were even royal families who were bewitched by him and asked him to marry the princess, thinking that they could use this monster to help their country.

There are also monsters who are bewitching the royal family to attack the country next door. Friction has begun to occur on some borders. War is coming, and people are panicking.

Yan Bing's injuries have basically healed, and he is still free to teach the swordsmanship of the inner disciples.

Since the junior sister didn't find Yan Bing last time, she felt guilty for not sending her senior sister for treatment earlier. She always followed Yan Bing around and helped Yan Bing free her hands.

Even when she goes to the cafeteria every day for meals, this junior sister personally lines up to get them to Yan Bing's table. If Yan Bing hadn't refused, she would have even come to feed them herself.

(End of this chapter)