Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

the other side.

On the desolate snowfield, two people and a dog squatted around Lin Qiye, who was lying on the ground, their faces grave.

"...His condition..."

"How to do?"

"I'm not good at that kind of thing..."

"I wonder if Laozi has any elixirs that can cure this..."

The two people were talking, and the dog next to them was listening attentively. Suddenly, one of the figures looked up at the sky and frowned when he saw the white figure flying in from a distance.

He turned his head and looked questioningly at the person and dog beside him. After receiving a calm expression from them, he fell silent again.

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"Oh no, what happened? Did something go wrong again?"

Jiang Shiyuan saw Lin Qiye, who was surrounded by Yang Jian and Nezha and whose life or death was unknown, from afar, and her heart tightened.

Wang Mian said that Lin Qiye had already received support, so Jiang Shiyuan was quite relieved. Even if something unexpected happened, with the resurrection armor she gave him, he could at least survive. Logically speaking, Lin Qiye shouldn't be in any danger this time.

But why do Yang Jian and Nezha have such expressions?

Jiang Shiyuan was anxious, and this feeling intensified when she met Nezha's wary gaze. She quickened her pace to land, hurriedly put away the "Bi Yi" (a mythical pair of wings), and rushed closer.

"I'm Lin Qiye's friend. How is he?"

Yang Jian was using his divine power to heal Lin Qiye's injuries when he heard the question. Without turning his head, he sighed and replied, "With my divine power protecting him, his life is not in danger, but..."

"Just what?" Jiang Shiyuan was afraid that she would see a corpse if she got closer. Fortunately, she found that although Lin Qiye was unconscious, he was still breathing. She relaxed instantly.

"It's just that his appearance is damaged. I'm afraid we'll have to go to Laozi to ask for a restorative pill," Yang Jian replied with a solemn expression and heartache.

"Huh?" Jiang Shiyuan was almost scared to death by Yang Jian's expression, her mood fluctuating wildly. She never expected that Yang Jian's expression was just because of this.

However, she lowered her head and fell silent, her hands gradually tightening, and her eyes becoming moist.

It was probably corroded by the acid rain from Tefnut that Lin Qiye's skin was corroded and melted, his flesh churned, and some of his white bones were exposed. There was not a single good piece of flesh on his body, just like he had been splashed with sulfuric acid. Saying that he was disfigured was a rather understated way of putting it.

As she walked over, faced with the prospect of death, she subconsciously ignored his injuries, thinking that it was good enough that he was alive. Only now did she belatedly realize that Lin Qiye's current appearance was indeed a bit frightening, no wonder Yang Jian had that expression.

"As long as he doesn't die, that's fine." Seeing the expressions on their faces, Nezha, dressed in bright red, stroked his chin. "It's just a face, can you guys not act like he's dead? It's bad luck."

Yang Jian sighed and withdrew his hand from the source of divine power. Of course he knew this principle. Lin Qiye was his brother after all. Physical injuries wouldn't affect him much, at most he would feel a little heartache. But what if the girl minded?

In fact, he had met Jiang Shiyuan several times before the Cangnan God War, but she was unaware of it.

In his view, this girl must have been special to his brother.

"Don't worry, let me try to treat him first." Jiang Shiyuan didn't think much of Yang Jian's tense appearance, only assuming that Yang Jian was still worried about his brother.

After she finished speaking, she blinked, holding back the tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes, and sat down next to Lin Qiye, tentatively releasing [Si Wuxie].

"Wow, this ability is quite rare." Nezha, who was also enveloped within the skill's range, curiously touched the green light covering his body. "Can this heal him?"

"Not sure, but it should be possible."

The wound was left by Tefnut after all, and there was still divine power left on it. Jiang Shiyuan could replenish Lin Qiye's blood, but it was uncertain whether he could heal the wound.

However, compared to her helplessness when treating Wu Xiangnan, she is now much stronger, and with Lin Qiye's own miraculous abilities, she feels that it should be possible.

As the green light continued to flash, the blurry flesh began to writhe, and Lin Qiye's body began to recover.

Seeing the flesh gradually heal, Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly, and the anxiety in his heart subsided. "It seems we don't need to go looking for Laozi anymore."

In fact, Yang Jian had suffered injuries even more serious than this, but he just couldn't bear to see the people he cared about get hurt. Those tender feelings were hidden deep in Erlang Shenjun's heart.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lin Qiye's eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was about to wake up.

Jiang Shiyuan's treatment was like a trigger. With his powerful physical functions, his body recovered rapidly. Even his skin, which had become pitted and uneven due to acid rain, became smooth again, and the dried bloodstains could not hide his handsome features.

As consciousness returned, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.

"Um?!"

The sight of greenery instantly alerted him, who was already suffering from the torment of Isis's life force. He instinctively tried to roll backward, but before he could even move, a pair of hands pressed him back down.

"Don't move, we're treating you."

Hearing the slightly complaining voice, Lin Qiye subconsciously relaxed his muscles and asked in a daze, "Shiyuan, is it over?"

"It's over, Comrade Qiye. You did a great job. The organization commends you." Jiang Shiyuan touched Lin Qiye's face and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that the small scars had healed.

Sure enough, she could accept a battle-damaged version of Lin Qiye, but a completely destroyed version was unnecessary.

"You're injured. I'm sorry, I should have gone to save you..." Lin Qiye was in a daze, touching the faint bloodstains at the corner of Jiang Shiyuan's mouth, his eyes only able to see the face he had longed for day and night.

"I'll give you a chance to save me next time." Jiang Shiyuan felt a surge of affection and couldn't help but stroke Lin Qiye's messy hair.

Hmm, I should get Lin Qiye a haircut when we get back; his hair is all brittle and dry...

"Actually, there are two outsiders here, and an outsider dog too. Can you stop pouring your hearts out to each other for now?" Nezha waited patiently for a while, but couldn't help but ruin the atmosphere.

Lin Qiye: “???”

He turned around and saw Jingjing standing beside him, watching the two people and the dog for who knows how long. He froze for a few seconds, and his face began to turn red uncontrollably.

"Huh? Why is your face so red?" the curious Nezha asked in confusion.

Lin Qiye: "..." Don't expose my struggles!

"Brother, now that your injuries have healed, let's go." Yang Jian shook his head, seeing Lin Qiye's ears turning red while he tried to remain calm, and pulled Nezha away.

"Actually, I also want to ask you why you're blushing. Aren't we talking normally?" Jiang Shiyuan helped Lin Qiye up and stood on tiptoe to pinch his bright red ears.

"Am I blushing...?"

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