"Whoaaa!!a ~~！ "A loud shout! The mana-tempered fist slammed into the Shadow Servant's shoulder! 【Peng !! The black humanoid creature that could barely resist was slammed into the ground with great force! The concrete floor is deeply sunken downward, and cracks are all over the pits with a diameter of five meters!! With the end of this blow, everything was quiet, the night was still dark, silent, lonely, no one intervened, only the cold wind whistling and everything was very quiet.

Qing struggled to crawl out of the pit with a diameter of five meters, gray and dirty, and scarred. Leaving the pit that he smashed out with his own hands, Qing turned over weakly and lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily, with a scar cut by a sharp weapon, the biggest wound was a little next to the heart, a blood hole that completely penetrated the chest! Although Qing avoided the fatal blow, his lungs were pierced, and even though he could not die with his vitality and tenacity, the breathing difficulties caused by the perforation of his lungs were equally painful-----

The magic power has been exhausted, and Qing gambled on all the magic power gathered on that punch, and the final result was that he won as he wished. Breathing heavily, the lack of oxygen supply to the head makes Qing completely in a groggy state, which is also the helplessness of the living body, every organ is very important, unlike Servant's body, which can generally be woven by magic, only need to have enough magic, even if it is hollowed out, it can continue to fight, but the leakage of magic caused by hollowing out the abdomen can't last long, but the strong vitality is undoubted.

It was late at night, and Qing was on the edge of a construction site two kilometers away from the hospital. Originally, Qing Fa found that the shadow servant was really in the vicinity of the hospital, but because the opponent he encountered this time was extremely strong, in desperation, Qing Cai followed the shortcoming of the shadow servant's lack of thinking ability, and spent a lot of effort to lure it to this sparsely populated place. Qing turned over and supported the ground and struggled to get up, unable to supply oxygen normally, resulting in an abnormal dimness in front of him, as if he was spinning, upright and dark, Qing's vision at the moment was equivalent to the bottom line of blindness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

A stumbling, bruised leg that could not support his body, fell to his knees, and coughed violently with his hands on the ground. The clotted blood clots in the lungs are constantly being coughed out during the cough, which is also mixed with the remains of the lung organs. The constant violent coughing, the brain in the turbid Qing couldn't tell how long he had been coughing, the only thing he knew was that the wound in the lungs continued to deteriorate further in the cough, and blood continued to gush out of the penetrating blood hole.

The meaning gradually became clear in the severe pain, Qing bit his mouth tightly and forcibly stopped the coughing that intensified, if it continued like this, then it would not be long before Qing would not be able to hold on due to the failure of oxygen supply capacity------。 Staggered up from the ground again, Qing couldn't go anywhere at all, looking at what he could rely on recently, Qing didn't care what it was, and dragged his body to the difficult grind. Leaning on it, Qing gradually relaxed and sat down.

Heavy blood loss combined with damage to the lungs, difficulty breathing, difficulty maintaining consciousness. Qing sat tiredly, enduring the severe pain, and a trace of magic was condensed. At such a time, condensing magic is the only means of self-help, and if Qing puts himself in the emergency room of the hospital at this moment, then according to the standards of ordinary people, the amount of blood loss alone can already be assessed as death. So at this moment, the only thing that can be relied on is only yourself, and you can only believe in the magic of condensation.

Extracting magic with life force in the dying stage of life, this method even Qing himself finds ridiculous, this is undoubtedly accelerating death! But Qing is still doing this, maybe jokingly saying that this can be called self-confidence, confident that he can hold on, but in fact, Qing himself has no bottom, but in a state of unconsciousness, Qing can't think too much about anything, and if he has an idea, he will carry it out thoroughly, which is what Qing is doing at the moment.

It can be regarded as a blessing, the appearance of wisps of magic power, the pain in Qing's face has also been reduced a lot, but this is not because the wound has healed, but because Qing has used magic to hinder the consciousness of nerve conduction pain, because Qing needs a clearer consciousness to extract magic power, and the existence of pain makes Qing's consciousness completely unable to be completely concentrated. As the minutes passed, the light blue magic spirit floated around Qing's body, which was the magic leaked out of Qing's broken body.

With a large amount of magic infusion, Qing's breathing gradually stabilized, the wound in his lungs has been filled by magic, but the sky has also seen light------ Qing looked at the skyline that was already slightly shining, endured the pain, the magic stimulated the nerves and muscle tissue to stand up, his physical strength had been exhausted, at this time Qing was like a puppet controlled by himself. Looking back, what I hadn't seen clearly, the thing that had helped me all night was just a white truck.

The truck is an old car, most of the white paint has been covered with dust, and now it is coated with green bloodstains, which looks unusually infiltrating, but Qing can't care much at the moment, and Qing on the ground on the side coughed up a large pool of blood. The magic controlled the skeletal muscles, and Qing ran slowly, quickly leaving the place of the battle. The sky is already dark, and Qing Ke can't be noticed by any unrelated people at this moment, and he even has to go back to the hospital ward before the sun rises!

The distance of two kilometers is not a problem for the average person, and with a little better physical strength, it can be completed in a maximum of fifteen minutes. With the assistance of magic power, Qing's speed is very fast, after all, this is not so much magic assistance, but more precisely, it should be magic strengthening. It took a full five minutes for Qing to stand downstairs in the hospital. Qing looked up at a window on the second floor, which was the ward he was in.

Now at this time, Qing can no longer secretly walk the road inside the hospital, because far away Qing has already seen that several rooms on the first floor have been lit up, risking being discovered, it is not as convenient as climbing the wall, but it does not mean that there must be no problem climbing the wall, if the window is locked, Qing still needs to find a way to open the lock, and opening the window may wake up the children in a ward, then the trouble will really be big.

As soon as he made up his mind, he took action, and Qing attached magic to his hands and feet, as if he was crawling on the ground, and slowly climbed to the second floor. Lying in front of the window, Qing carefully looked inside the room, all the children were asleep, and it happened that the windows were not locked. Carefully opened the window against his bed, Qing turned over and entered the ward! All the movements were done in one go, and there was no movement, Qing who was standing in the ward looked at the child who was closest to his bed, if he wanted to wake up, then he was most likely to be awakened, because it was the closest, but looking at the child's sleeping appearance, it was obvious that there was no problem at all----