Bengtie: A card pool character who gives knives to players

Dan Heng remained silent: "No third person will know the content of our conversation today."

Ling Zhou smiled and said, "Thank you. Do you know the acupuncture points on the human body?"

Dan Heng: "I have dabbled in it."

"I'm too weak to use the needles properly right now. Could you please help me?"

As he spoke, Lingzhou took out a row of silver needles.

The scene returns to Beloberg, the main mission is updated, and instructions are given to return to the train to check on Lingzhou's current condition.

Ah Xian suppressed his emotions, silently opened the map and sent it back to the observation car.

She desperately wanted to know whether Lingzhou would hide such a serious injury and his abilities.

Dan Heng was no longer in the observation car. Ling Zhou was sitting on the sofa, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

Walk up and press F to interact.

Ling Zhou: "I didn't expect you to come back before Ji Zi and Walter. How is everything going? Is everything settled now?"

The voice sounded a little strange, a little less powerful than before.

The players who heard the implication of weakness felt uncomfortable again.

March 7: "Almost. Cocolia..."

Ling Zhou: "Before you answer, give me your wrists."

Xing was puzzled, but still held out her hand: "What's the matter?"

"Take the pulse."

Lingzhou placed his fingers on Sanyue Qihao's wrist, followed by Xing.

"Sanyue is fine, but Xing, your body has been subjected to too much external force in a short period of time. Do you feel any pain?"

① "My whole body aches, and I'm about to die!"

② "Sir, you are worried. I am fine."

"He's clearly injured, yet he still cares so much about us..."

Ah Xian held back his sobs and trembled all over when he saw option one.

She would never dare to choose this again. If Lingzhou used the healing method again, she would be in great pain.

But in a panic, I accidentally clicked on one.

"Damn! Wrong choice!"

March 7: "Huh? When you were running so fast in the lower area and leaving me behind, I didn't hear you say you were sore."

Xing: "It's time to settle the score, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Sanyueqi put her hands on her waist and said, "Tell me the truth, have you tasted the sweetness of Lingzhou's healing method and that's why you're pretending here?"

Xing glared at him and denied it: "How can you slander someone's innocence like this?"

"What innocence? You're pretending to be tired, just because you want to get beaten!"

When a person is truly tired, it doesn't look like this.

Xing laughed: "It's just a joke, Lingzhou is injured, how can I ask him to help me relieve my fatigue-"

Having said that, she suddenly thought of something.

"—By the way, Lingzhou, can't you use the Wind Healing Method on yourself?"

Seeing this, the worried Ah Xian could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Ling Zhou helplessly spread his hands: "The race is limited in strength, so I can't. Isn't it speechless?"

"That's not the case... Oh, by the way, speaking of race, how do I return your wings to you?"

Lingzhou's wings appeared behind the stars.

"Turn around."

Lingzhou placed his palm on Xing's back, and his wings turned into streams of light and returned to his body.

"Okay, are you still used to flying?"

Xing scratched his head. "I adapted pretty quickly. Flying is so cool, but it's definitely tiring."

Lingzhou smiled at this and did not explain it to her in detail.

No need.

Transfer is transfer after all, and its greater function is to save lives, and the ability to fly is just incidental.

Since you are not from the Tianyu tribe, you naturally cannot stretch freely.

Xing: "Thank you, Lingzhou. If it hadn't helped me block Cocolia's attack, I would have been completely chilled."

"Wings are amazing. In the blink of an eye, the wound healed."

"And it can even grow onto other people's bodies. How does it do that?"

Curiosity also flashed across March Seven's little face.

She didn't know before that Lingzhou's wings could be used by others.

"And, it's growing on my back but it doesn't burst through my clothes. That defies physics."

Xing's tone became relaxed, revealing a strong curiosity, which made many players' solemn moods ease a little.

Generally speaking, no one would care about this kind of two-dimensional logical problem, but I didn't expect that someone would actually ask it.

Curious about Lingzhou's answer.

"Long ago, the Tianyu tribe's uniforms would have windows deliberately left on the back."

"But for certain occasions, we can't wear our tribe's traditional attire. People of the Sky Feather Tribe, who are used to flying, find it difficult to fold their wings."

"So, the sorcerers of the tribe worked together to use magic to remove the wings and change the bloodline of the tribe."

"Afterwards, our wings gained a special ability to transform into a hollow form, allowing us to retract them into our bodies, concealing our identities."

Lingzhou showed half of its wings and turned its back to Xing.

"Just reach out and touch the place where the back connects to the wings, and you'll understand."

Xing's little hand reached out to the base of the wing and actually penetrated it.

Sanyueqi saw it and was amazed.

"It's amazing~"

Ling Zhou retracted his wings: "I just said it casually, you seem to believe it?"

Xing was stunned.

A question mark appeared in March's head.

"Oh? Isn't that right?"

"Of course it's not for such a simple reason. I was just teasing you guys."

Lingzhou smiled teasingly.

"This is actually a protective measure to prevent your wings from being cut off during battle. After all..."

"After all, once it's cut off, it can't grow back, and it can't be grafted back."

"After the bloodline change, the Sky Feather Clan's wings have extremely strong recovery capabilities, and can also be transformed and solidified at will."

"As long as the wing base is intact, even if it's cut in half, it can be quickly restored."

Sanyueqi suddenly realized: "Like those fertile races with terrifying healing abilities?"

"Almost, but only for the wings."

Xing thought thoughtfully, "I see. That's good. This should be considered overcoming one's own weaknesses, right?"

"nature."

"But, this also makes one thing more convenient—"

"What?" March blinked her big eyes, very curious.

Chapter 113: Actually, I Was Once the Messenger of a Dead Star God

Ling Zhou smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about your wings getting numb when you lie down to sleep."

March 7th couldn't hold back and laughed like a silver bell.

The relaxed and pleasant daily chat made some people subconsciously ignore their previous emotions, relax their attention a lot, and forget about the knife.

But some people feel even worse.

Axian is one of them.

"Don't even think about it. Lingzhou revealed so many of his secrets, probably just to divert attention."

"He doesn't want me and March to focus on his injury."

"I really don't know these things in the game, but we outside the game have a God's perspective."

"I clearly know that he is silently giving and caring about his companions, but I can't use my own experience to point it out and say thank you..."

[I can't imagine how the future protagonist will react when he finds out what Lingzhou has done...]

[Alas, a knife hangs over my head, and my heart is burning with anxiety.]

Xing: "We heard from Silva about your deeds in guarding the restricted area. She wants to host a banquet to thank us. Do you want to agree?"

Ling Zhou: "No problem. Although the star core disaster has been resolved, we will not jump away immediately."

March 7: "You alone can hold back the mighty forces of the Rift Realm. You truly have hidden powers!"

Hearing this, Lingzhou approached the two of them mysteriously, his voice low.

"I'll tell you something in secret. I was once the messenger of a dead star god, a remnant of a fallen god..."

"what?"

March 7 was shocked at first.

When I saw the familiar smile on Lingzhou's face, I realized that I had probably been teased again.

"Lingzhou..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"You're still handsome when you're serious. Promise me you won't become a masked fool who only tries to make fun of others, okay?"

Lingzhou made a serious promise.

"Even if I die, Lingzhou, even if I die outside or jump off a train, I will never become the Masked Fool."

"???"

Ah Ha couldn't help but jump out, and white smoke was visibly rising from the surface of the strange mask.

"Aha, you're red and warm, and with the mask on, you can't do anything about it!"

Then--

There was an extra mask in Lingzhou’s ticket space.

He glanced over and saw it was a red and white fox mask.

It looks familiar.

It should be a similar style to Izumo Province or Edo Star.

Oh yes… Izumo has long been shrouded in the shadow of nothingness.

"Hahahahaha, I've made it, dear. You'll never be able to get rid of the mask before you meet its owner!"

As Ah Ha's laughter faded, in a certain extravagant dream world, a girl in a red dress scratched her forehead with her hands, at a loss.

Where's my mask?

Where did my big mask go?