"Jinzhong, this." Zhang Zhiwei's face showed a trace of worry and helplessness. Tian Jinzhong shook his head gently and interrupted Zhang Zhiwei's words, "Okay, senior brother, no more words. No one knows my situation better than me. Lin Xiaoyou, come on." Tian Jinzhong looked at Lin Yi with a bit of determination in his expression. For Tian Jinzhong, seeing Huaiyi's grandson standing in front of him intact, he was already very relieved and had nothing else to ask for. He knew the condition of his body very well, and he was also clearly aware that he had little time left. Therefore, he was not afraid of the upcoming end, but faced it with a calm attitude. Everyone in the room noticed that Tian Jinzhong's vitality was slowly fading. The once vigorous spirit seemed to be gradually loosening as the tight strings deep in his heart gradually relaxed, and was dissipating little by little. This situation is a bit like an old man before his death, hoping to see his children for the last time. Once the wish is fulfilled, the breath in their hearts will be dispersed, and the fire of life will be extinguished. Although Tian Jinzhong has not reached that stage yet, the passage of time is undoubtedly aggravating the deterioration of his physical condition.
Even if the old master uses Qi to regulate his body, it is difficult to reverse the decline of his body from the root. The root of the problem is that Tian Jinzhong is a disabled person who has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, causing various problems in many parts of his body. Although the old master's treatment methods are superb, they can only relieve surface symptoms and cannot solve deep-seated problems. Tian Jinzhong's body is now like a ship that has experienced wind and rain and is riddled with holes, and it is difficult to withstand any storms. After persuading Tian Jinzhong to no avail, Zhang Zhiwei could only step aside helplessly. He knew how stubborn his junior brother's temper was. Once he made up his mind, no force could make him change his mind. In order to protect Zhang Huaiyi's safety, Tian Jinzhong insisted on not sleeping for decades, for fear of accidentally revealing Huaiyi's whereabouts in his dreams. Zhang Zhiwei, at least, thought he couldn't have such willpower. "I'm sorry." Lin Yi apologized softly, and then he carefully took out the alcohol and began to disinfect the blade in his hand. This sword had just been stained with Hu Jie's blood, and Lin Yi didn't want the blood of that villain to taint a noble person like Tian Jinzhong. With a flash of cold light, the sword in Lin Yi's hand swung towards the healing part of Tian Jinzhong's broken hands and feet. With a muffled groan, blood flowed out along the newly cut wound, but Tian Jinzhong's decades of quiet practice were obviously not in vain. As he practiced the quiet practice, the amount of bleeding from the wound was significantly reduced, showing his profound internal practice. Then, the light of the healing technique flashed at the wound, and Tian Jinzhong felt a strange feeling of pain and itching spreading at the wound. He endured the discomfort and silently waited for the completion of the healing technique. About half a minute later, the indescribable feeling gradually faded, and Tian Jinzhong let out a long breath, as if relieved. When he lowered his head to check, he couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise. A pair of white and tender hands had grown on his previously withered wrists. This pair of new hands formed a sharp contrast in color and texture with his original skin, just like a young branch in early spring next to a dead tree in the cold winter. [Successfully treated Tian Jinzhong, the talent 'Redeemer activated', permanently increased 10 health points and 5 abyss power. The current health points are 568 points, and the abyss power is 429 points. ]
"This, this actually grew out?" The most shocked person on the field was not Tian Jinzhong, nor Zhang Zhiwei, but Lu Ci, who had been sitting quietly in the chair and remained silent. No one knows what kind of storm has been stirred up in Lu Ci's heart at this moment. Thinking back to the past, in order to learn the Shuangquan Hand, he went through many inhuman hardships and trials, and finally awakened this strange skill with difficulty. The reason why the eight strange skills are famous all over the world is that they have reached incredible levels in their respective fields. Now, the healing magic performed by Lin Yi can actually regenerate broken limbs, which is undoubtedly a challenge to the supreme status of Shuangquan Hand. As Lu Ci's staunch ally, Wang Ai sensitively captured Lu Ci's subtle changes. He noticed that Lu Ci stared at Lin Yi intently, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. Wang Ai reached out and pressed Lu Ci's left hand, shaking his head slightly as a warning, reminding Lu Ci not to act rashly. Wang Ai knew that now Lin Yi had successfully healed Tian Jinzhong's hands. For everyone in the Tianshi Mansion, Lin Yi was already their savior. What's more, Lin Yi was not an unknown person. As an overseas descendant of the Trinity School and a disciple of Lu Jin, he has an identity and background that cannot be underestimated. If he takes action against Lin Yi, Lu Ci will face a joint counterattack from Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei. At that time, even if the gods descended to the earth, it would be difficult to save Lu Ci's fate. Wang Ai conveyed the message of keeping calm to Lu Ci through his eyes and subtle movements, and warned him not to make a big mistake because of a momentary impulse. Lu Ci is not a dull person. He has been able to survive in this chaotic world until now, so he naturally has a clear understanding of the current situation. He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the murderous intention towards Lin Yi in his heart. Although he could not take action directly, he could still achieve his goal through the hands of others. Anyway, Lin Yi had openly provoked Quan Xing during the day. If Quan Xing retaliated against him because of this, it would be a natural thing in people's eyes. After some careful consideration, Lu Ci's expression gradually returned to calm, and there was no more ripples in his eyes. He walked to Tian Jinzhong first, and helped him up in a gentle voice. His movements were not like someone who had just experienced strong emotional fluctuations in his heart, and there was no trace of him having the impulse to kill Lin Yi on the spot. Tian Jinzhong tried to get rid of Lu Ci's support and said, "No, I can walk on my own." Lu Ci smiled and said, "Brother Tian, you are being too polite. Back then, I was in danger, and it was you who helped me to achieve what I have today. Now that you are unable to move, shouldn't I help you? What, don't you recognize me as your brother?" Lu Ci's face was full of smiles, which might seem a bit abrupt in the eyes of the younger generation such as Zhuge Qing, because they are more familiar with Lu Ci's serious and even gloomy side. But in the eyes of the older generation such as Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Ci's smile at this moment evoked their memories of the past. They couldn't help but think of Lu Ci when he was young. Back then, he was cheerful and unruly, which was very different from his current gloomy image.