Reaper's Wings

Song Dong's voice could not hear sadness or happiness, but the Death Scythe could hear his dissatisfaction with preventing him from helping Nanshu Shu just now, and any emotion Song Dong still couldn't escape the Death Scythe's perception. (..)

"Are you blaming me?"

The humanized tone of the death scythe became more and more serious, Song Dong couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this voice, thought for a while and Song Dong said.

"No, I just feel uncomfortable seeing my brother become like this."

Song Dong knew that everything the Death Scythe did was for his own good, but in his subconscious, he didn't know how to locate the relationship between the two of them. It was just an artifact and its owner, obviously not?

"Am I your brother?"

"what?"

Song Dong asked again as if he didn't understand the language of Death Scythe, but Death Scythe immediately changed the subject and said, "It's nothing, just do as I said, first we need to repair Nanfang Shu's body."

Hearing the Death Scythe talking about business, Song Dong was immediately distracted by his words.

"How to do it?"

"Nanfang Shu used the energy stored in the hair of his real name Gu worm to finally erupt such a powerful force, but this force exceeded the limit that he could bear, even if his body did not recover from it. The outside has been destroyed, and the meridians inside the body have been completely damaged, so the body is already useless, and it is impossible to become a warrior."

"What should I do?"

"We will use his body as a model and use blood to make a new body."

"That's not the same as the Blood Guard."

"No, it's not the same. Nanfang Shu still has meridians in his body. We can repair his meridians. He has a soul, so he can continue to practice and doesn't need us to provide him with blood energy support. And, more importantly, he There will also be the body of the martial spirit and the black skull."

"Wuhun and Black Skull?"

"Yes, just like Zhao Yanting, I will put the origin of the black e skull in the space of the god of death, and its body can be fused into Nanfang Shu's body. I think you need someone to help you collect martial souls."

Hearing the words of the death scythe, Song Dong thought for a while, and then he asked another key question: "What about Nanfang Shu's natal Gu worm hair?"

"Although there is almost only one piece of skin left, he is not dead yet. The vitality of Gu insects is much stronger than that of humans."

"What else to say, let's get started!"

"Wait a while!"

"Wait for what?"

"When Nanfang Shu's soul recovers, if he can clearly perceive all this, then he can perfectly control his body, which is good for him."

"Yes, the soul of Shu Nan."

As if suddenly remembering something, Song Dong's mind immediately put the black e Sanskrit iron chain connected to his heart. At this time, Nanfang Shu's soul was at the end of the Sanskrit iron chain. Of course it could not be in Song Dong's heart, but in the In the different space of the god of death.

Death Sickle once said that Death God's different space is Song Dong's home field, because it is connected with Song Dong's body parts. Now in addition to the chest tattoo, there is Hei E's heart.

Nanshu's soul wrapped in Sanskrit chains is sleeping like a baby. Seeing its appearance, Song Dong is sure that he is having a good dream. Nanfang Shu's childhood was too bitter, and he needs a good dream.

The sickle of death, the sickle kills, the iron chain restrains the soul.

Life and soul are the eternal themes of Death Scythe.

At this time, Nannan Shu was living a completely different childhood under the iron chain of the death scythe.

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"Mom, I want to eat fish!"

"Okay, here's the fish."

"Father, I still want to eat meat!"

"Okay, Dad will take it for you."

This is a warm family of three eating dinner. In the room illuminated by the setting sun, it looks so warm and harmonious. The little boy took a bite of the fish fed by his mother, and a bite of the barbecue added by his father. A smile of bliss.

Happiness is very simple in children's hearts. Eating with their families is their greatest happiness, and this is also the happiness hidden in Nanfang Shu's subconscious.

But the happiness of a child is the easiest to shatter, and Nan Nanshu wakes up from his dream life.

"Where am I? Am I already dead? I died for the leader."

Song Dong's figure flashed in Nanfang Shu's eyes. He died for the head of the regiment. Nanfang Shu didn't have any regrets, because he knew that Song Dong really regarded him as a brother. The happiness in dreams is all fake. Only the present brother It's true, the life I dreamed of in my subconscious will reappear in another way when I have a brother.

The only thing Nanfang Shu couldn't let go of was his mother, the woman who had suffered a lot, but he knew that Song Dong would take good care of his mother.

Before Nan Shu's soul had fully come to his senses, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"Nanfang Shu, can Nanfang Shu hear me?"

This is the voice of the head of the group. How could the dead hear someone talking? Unbelievably, Nanfang Shu saw Song Dong's jigging phantom.

In the space of death, Song Dong can only appear as a virtual jig god projection, so lifelike, so Nanfang Shu recognized him immediately.

"Head, why are you here, am I dead, and this is there, how did I become like this..."

Nan Nan Shu who was speaking suddenly noticed the current condition of his body, no, it should be said that it was the current condition of his soul. Nan Nan Shu had never seen a soul before, but he saw that his body, which seemed to be nothingness, was entangled by an iron chain. Bursts of power emanated from the iron chain so that his body would not dissipate.

"This is your soul, you are not dead yet!"

"My soul!"

Nanfang Shu was a little surprised, he didn't expect his leader to have such abilities.

"Yes, our Death Wings work for the Death God, so there must be some benefits."

Hearing Song Dong say a big joke, Nanfang Shu felt that his world view was about to change, and what Song Dong said about merging the black skull and martial soul, and rebuilding the body made him completely Breaking through the reconstruction of my own worldview, the world turns out to be so different.

"How about it, would you like it!"

"Why don't you want to, Nanfang Shu is willing to accept the world's martial arts for the head of the regiment."

"Okay, let's get started!"

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The iron chain wrapped around Nanfang Shu's soul penetrated into the second floor of the Blood Guard Hall. Inside a blood cabinet, Nanfang Shu's broken body was lying in it. Next to him was the natal Gu worm hair. Now inside the two blood cabinets There is a line connected.

The purpose of this thread is to let Nanfang Shuxin's body and Gu worm hairs come from the same source, so that they can better integrate into the body.

"Nanfang Shu, remember what I told you. Immediately above the blood cabinet, there will be a Wuzong-level Wuhun injection compatible with your soul. At the same time, I will start to rebuild your body. During this process, You must stay clear and accept the fighting spirit and skills of Wuhun, but don't let Wuhun take over your soul, and at the same time, pay attention to every change in your body, and finally I will put the black skull into you There will be some pain in the body, you have to persevere."

Song Dong began the final exhortation.

"Don't worry, leader, I, Nanfang Shu, will definitely not let you down."

"Not for me, you for yourself, for your mother!"

"I see!"

The iron chain entered the blood cabinet, and sent Nan Nan Shu's soul in. It was originally his body, so it fit very well. At the same time, a black e humanoid martial soul flew out from above the blood cabinet, entering from Nan Nan Shu's Tian Ling Gai and began to integrate into his body. Soul and body. At this time, in the first blood pool in the Blood Guard Hall, the blood flowed upstream and poured into Nan Nan Shu's body. He began to slowly repair his body. At the same time, the natal Gu beside him also started. Bug hairs.

Song Dong just stood outside and looked at him with concern, feeling a little worried.

"Sickle, Nannan Shu should be fine, right?"

"As long as he can hear it, he will have a new life."

As time passed, Song Dong found that the body being repaired in the blood cabinet trembled slightly, and Nan Shu's brows also frowned. He knew that this was Nan Shu's soul fighting. When Nan Nan Shu's body was completely repaired For a moment, the trembling disappeared, and Song Dong finally let out a sigh of relief.

For his own mother, Song Dong knew what he could do. The greatest power in the world is love.

Looking at Nanfang Shu who seemed to be sleeping, Song Dong also left the blood cabinet. Just now, Nanfang Shu's soul was consumed a lot, so he needed to recuperate for a while before he could integrate into the black skull, and Song Dong also withdrew.

Suddenly he said, "I'm sorry!"

This thoughtless sentence seemed very abrupt, but both parties understood why Song Dong said this sentence.

"We are brothers from now on!"

The Death Scythe didn't speak, and since then, there has been a pair of strange brothers in the world.

And when Song Dong opened his eyes again, the black-robed man had been brought back by Tanlang. Looking at the terrified man, Song Dong asked the death scythe, "What is he doing if he wants to live?"

"Of course it works!"