The Legend of Changbai Spirit Snake

Chapter 257 Dragon Clothes
Seeing that my whole body was suddenly emitting black energy, Feng Qitian became flustered immediately, leaned over quickly and hugged me into his arms, and asked me what was wrong with me?
At this time, I can hardly move anymore, and I looked down at the black air coming out of my body with difficulty. If I guessed right, I should be infected with the plague, because when I fell from Feng Qitian , Yu Jiang, my claws scratched my body!
"Go away quickly." I shouted these words to Feng Qitian with difficulty, and Feng Qitian looked at the black air coming out of me, and immediately understood what was going on, not only did not leave, but He reached out and hugged me even tighter, and told me no, even if I die, he will be with me!
Only Yujiang's meat can dissolve the miasma of Yujiang, but after the last piece of meat we just gave to grandma, the whole piece of Yujiang's meat melted.

I don't know if I will die, but I know that I am infected with the plague now, so I don't want to infect Feng Qitian again. If he doesn't go out, my eyes become sharp when I look at him. With the last bit of strength in his body, tell him to get out quickly!

Maybe seeing that I was angry, Feng Qitian let me out of his arms, and helped me to lie on the bed where my grandma was lying just now, and now our hospital is not a regular hospital , we were on the top floor, and when the nurse who had been watching us outside saw that grandma was recovering, I started to collapse again, thinking it was a plague outbreak, I was so scared that I didn’t want anything, and ran downstairs quickly, And when Feng Qitian went out, grandma just came back. We rescued this grandma with great difficulty. When he came in, he went to see if there was anyone who could cure the plague on me, then he turned around and jumped out of the window, disappearing from my sight.

After Feng Qitian left, grandma didn't follow Feng Qitian's words, but walked directly into my ward, sat by my bed, reached out and held my hand, and asked me flatly How did this happen?

Grandma's calm expression made me feel less worried. I wanted to tell grandma to ignore me and let her go out, but at this time I was already entangled in the black energy on my body, so I was so tired that I felt dizzy. past.

In the darkness, I don’t know how long I stayed there, probably because Feng Qitian told me that my Divine Anthem was used to kill gods. During this drowsy process, I seemed to dream of myself Blowing the Divine Comedy with a phoenix flute, the sound of the Divine Comedy hovered in my mind over and over again, and I also heard tragic cries one after another. The tragic cries emanated bursts of Immortal energy, and that scream, like the sound of being attacked by my Divine Killing Comedy.

It was the first time I played this divine anthology today, but the screams in the dream were not from Yu Jiang. Could it be that I was dreaming of my previous life, and my previous life really used it? Killing the gods through this Divine Comedy?
I think this is a little impossible. After all, if it is a god, if the god makes a mistake, they will naturally have their own punishment system, and I don’t need to take action at all. The crowd shouted together, as if so many gods were killed by my divine song in the same batch.

This is so weird, in the dream I didn't think clearly why, so I lost consciousness again, after I got better, I opened my eyes again, only to see this time in front of my eyes, except grandma Feng Qitian, there is another very unexpected person, that is, the Uncle Huang who looks very similar to grandma that we saw in the public fundraising.

I have a good image of Uncle Huang, so when Uncle Huang lay on my bed and looked at me, I was very happy, but I was afraid that the plague on my body would be infected on Uncle Huang, so I gave Feng Qi a look. God, and Feng Qitian reacted immediately, reached out to stop Uncle Huang, and told Uncle Huang to stay away from me.

Uncle Huang didn't mind. He glanced at my whole body and asked me that he came to the hospital for a physical examination. He happened to see my name on the registration board and said he was infected with the plague. He came up to see me and said these words Suddenly, Uncle Huang's tone became serious, and he asked me, "Bai Jing, do you still want to live?"

He suddenly asked me this, as if he opened an outlet for my dull life, yes, do I want to live?
I don't want to live, I want to die, there is nothing in my mind, I don't have any troubles anymore, even when the thought of death pops up in my mind, it's so comfortable, it's like lying in a warm bed immediately big bed.

But I have my eyes open now, when I see grandma's haggard face, and Feng Qitian's very sad look because I contracted the plague, what will they do if I die?
I'm not such a virgin, but I'm not that kind of ungrateful, I owe them, and they don't want me to die, so even if I can die, I can't die.

"I don't want to." I replied Uncle Huang. When I said this sentence, at this moment, it was like a shackle firmly stuck in me, making me continue to live in pain.

"Actually, there is another way to save you, but it's a bit difficult."

When Feng Qitian heard Uncle Huang said that there was still a way to save me, he immediately regained his spirits and hurriedly asked Uncle Huang: "Uncle Huang, what can you do?"

"This Yu Jiang thing is powerful. Xiao Bai was scratched by him, and the plague broke out directly from Xiao Bai's body to the outside. The only thing that could cure Yu Jiang's plague was Yu Jiang's flesh. Now Yu Jiang is dead. There is almost no solution to this plague, but there is one thing you can try, that is the dragon clothes."

"Dragon clothes?" Feng Qitian and grandma glanced at each other, and I glanced at the black air covering my body. This black air was like a death air that couldn't go away. , has always fit on my body.

"Is it the clothes worn by the Dragon King?" Feng Qitian said, and immediately got up: "I'll help Jing'er come."

Seeing that Feng Qitian was in a panic and wanted to leave, the emperor quickly grabbed Feng Qitian and said to him: "Look, you are in a hurry. If this is really the Dragon King's clothes, it would be nice to ask for it. The problem is that the dragon clothes are not clothes. clothing."

"What is that? Hurry up, old man!" Grandma said to Uncle Huang angrily.

"It's snake skin, a thousand-year-old white snake skin." The way to save me finally came from the mouth of the emperor.

It’s just that Uncle Huang was confused when we heard him say that he wanted the thousand-year-old white snake skin, so he explained to us: “This snake, also known as the little dragon, this snake skin itself is a blind medicine, and this medicine can be made into a formula to treat plague. , but the plague on Xiaobai's body was caused by direct contact with Yujiang, and the white snake is the spirit of ten thousand snakes. Rubbing the snake skin against the skin and taking it, it is possible to dispel all the miasma in Xiaobai's body, but this white snake is rare, and because of its natural and good conditions, it is extremely easy to cultivate into an upper immortal. They have all become gods in heaven, and no fairy is willing to shed their skin to save people. Shedding their skin once takes half their lives, and if the environment is not suitable, it will be life-threatening. Therefore, many snake immortals will cultivate immortals just to get rid of the pain of peeling, even if they are on the ground. Yes, people may not be willing to risk their lives to save a person they have never met."

When Uncle Huang said this, it was really difficult. I have only seen three white snakes, one is Bai Sheng, who has only cultivated for 300 years, and the other is Jiao Er, who has only cultivated for a hundred years. When Uncle Huang asked for white snake skin, I immediately thought of a person, that is Liu Longting.

He has practiced for seven or eight hundred years, and he is the closest white snake to a thousand years.

But Liu Longting may not save me for no reason, and I don't want to ask him to save me.

What I thought in my heart was that if I couldn’t be saved, then I’d be fine, but Feng Qitian looked at me with deep eyes, and asked Uncle Huang, “Is it okay to have a white snake who has practiced for 800 years? And the other party is a shaman.” Hierarch."

(End of this chapter)