Seeing Ai Dacha kneeling miserably in a pool of blood, holding his broken arms as if he was stunned, Chen Qiu's hatred for this lunatic also inexplicably reduced a little.

Along the way, he knew Ai Dacha's persistence in mechanical techniques very well.

Every day, no matter what the conditions are, no matter how tired I am in the journey, Ai Dacha always has to study and fiddle with some strange mechanisms and utensils at night before he can fall asleep peacefully.

This is no longer a category of interest.

This kind of persistence can already be called love, even a lifelong career, inner pillar, etc.

Chen Qiu even felt that Ai Dacha's mind was already in chaos, but he did not go completely crazy.

It was because in his chaotic and crazy mind that the Dinghai Scientific Needle of Mechanism made Ai Dacha maintain the most basic rationality.

If you are really crazy, you will no longer be able to study the mechanism.

So, he didn't let himself fall into madness.

Now, the Qingyang Demon Lord was cut off by Qiu Buping. How sharp is the spear of the hundred birds looking at the phoenix?

It was cut open with flesh and bones. If there were conditions and equipment from the previous life, maybe this arm could be taken back.

But this era is obviously no longer possible.

In other words, even if Ai Dacha can study the mechanism, he is destined to be unable to maintain his identity as a master on the Tianlist.

What's more, the use of Gongshu clever hands requires too high a flexibility for fingers.

The Demon Lord wants to take the path of mechanism, which is completely cut off.

Qiu Buping's shot won't kill anyone.

But with all the energy and his crazy life, Ai Dachai cut off.

The so-called killing of people is nothing more than that.

"Walk!"

Qiu Buping looked at others and said in a low voice.

He walked into the dark night with a hundred birds and a phoenix spear. The little iron carried the mountain ghost brother on his back, and the flower green supported the wave monk, and they all followed Qiu Buping.

Only Chen Qiu stopped in place. He looked at Ai Dacha who was hit in front of him, who was unable to speak. He put Yaoguang into the knife box and squatted down.

Said to Ai Dacha:

"Demon Lord, I actually don't hate you, you have taught me a lot of things instead.

I discussed the wonderful ideas of those mechanisms with you, and I...what to say, I regained a sense of familiarity.

The same goes for us, if we change our time and place, we should be able to become friends.

Unfortunately, luck makes people feel bad."

He stood up and said to Ai Dacha:

"The Demon Lord should go back to Qingyang Mountain earlier, so he can rest for a long time. Don't be in charge of the affairs of the world again in the future."

After saying that, Chen Qiu left in a hurry.

He didn't dare to stay too long. Ai Dacha was deposed and was seriously injured. However, it was still easy to kill a guy like Chen Qiu.

But Ai Dachai seemed to have no idea.

He just knelt down on the ground, staring at the arm in the pool of blood in front of him with a dull look. The true energy in his body was still circulating. As a master of the Heavenly List, Ai Dacha's internal skills and mental methods are definitely not ordinary people.

In less than twenty breaths, the wound was stopped and blood was stopped.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was already late at night.

In the silent wilderness, Ai Dachai, who was like a sculpture, suddenly laughed strangely, grabbed his broken arm in front of him, walked back staggeringly, and was muttering something in his mouth.

When he returned to the ruins of the broken village, he found his own wooden box in a mess. He was about to open it, but suddenly turned around and looked at the night behind him.

In the dark outline of the night on the edge of the small village, there was a man standing.

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

Ai Dacha gritted his teeth and said:

"My arm is ruined, I'm already a useless person. You old guy must be very happy? Just laugh if you want to! My life is just a joke!"

The dark man didn't speak out, let alone laugh at him.

He just waved his hand and threw something out, which was falling in front of Ai Dacha's eyes and slowly unfolded.

That's a picture.

Use Mohist secret techniques to mark the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body, as well as methods of transformation.

Extremely detailed.

"Get out! Get out with it!"

Ai Dachai was as if he was stimulated. He kicked the picture away with one kick, like a complete madman.

“I don’t need you to pity me!

Old guy, come on, kill me!

You come!"

He yelled madly.

But no one was listening to him at night and went crazy.

The person who sent the picture turned around and swept into the darkness with just a sigh.

It never seems to exist.

Ai Dachai let out a stick of incense, and finally fell to his knees on the ground like exhausted.

He dropped his broken arm, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and held the dusty mechanism map.

Holding it in the palm of his hand, he was getting closer and closer. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. In his eyes, tears fell and smashed into the dust under his feet.

He lost.

Lost again.

The old guy threw this picture and asked him.

Is his dignity and hatred important?

Or is it more important to continue to study the art of the mechanism?

Only one of the two can be chosen.

But choosing the latter means that the hatred and stubbornness of Qingyang Demon Lord over the past decade will become meaningless.

He chose to deny.

Denied everything I have done for hatred in the past decade.

"ah!!!"

Like a wolf howl, heart-wrenching, full of pain, despair, loss and sadness, the roars of heart-wrenching, spreading far away in this lonely night, shocking a few crows.

They croak and scream at night.

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In a place full of puppet fragments, Qingqing, accompanied by her senior brother, used a wooden stick to pivot the puppet fragments.

Try to find something fun.

After being separated from his senior brother for almost two months, Qingqing missed the feeling of staying by Shen Qiu's side. Shen Qiu also missed this girl very much, just like the older brother finally found her sister.

In the past, I always thought Xiao Qingqing was broken.

But the chattering words now made Shen Qiu feel relieved.

The mountain ghost sat aside, regulating his breathing and real energy while watching Qingqing and Shen Qiu play. As the eldest brother, he also felt a sense of peace and warmth in his heart.

"What are you looking at? Brother Dao."

Young Master Hua Qing walked over with a folding fan.

His posture was as cool as before, but his white Confucian shirt was covered with blood and stains, making him look no longer as cool as he was.

Instead, it was like a beggar who had just returned from the garbage dump.

When facing his inquiry, Shan Gui was not as cold as before.

He whispered:

"Tell me about the Immortal Sect, I don't understand that."

"OK."

Hua Qing chuckled, and he sat cross-legged beside the mountain ghost and looked in front of him. Qing Qing found a serrated blade in a pile of waste and was showing it to Shen Qiu.

Shen Qiu was busy repairing the damage caused by the battle by Xiuhe, a man standing there.

In addition to these few people, on the other side of this grassland.

Qiu Buping was sitting on a wooden stake, with the big sword and golden horse straightened his back, while the Lang Monk looked a little pale, but at this time he was still helping Qiu Buping to check the situation of the small needles of cow hair entering his body.

There were several Heluo helpers around him, playing torches to illuminate him.

Little iron...

Xiao Tie stood beside Qiu Buping with guilt on his face, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Master Qiu, you have about 31 fine cow capillaries in your body."

The Lang Monk was busy for a stick of incense, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to the few fine needles with blood in his hand, and said to Qiu Buping:

"I have taken out 7 of them, but this is because these needles are blocked by your muscles and bones and are not deeply involved.

The remaining 24 pieces have already entered the flesh and blood, and need special techniques to be taken out without injury."

"I'm sorry, Master."
To be continued...