The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 283: Bone Demon Knife, Strange Curse

Chest...chest?
Zhang Jiuyang obviously didn't expect that Yue Ling would be injured here. No wonder she acted so strangely when he said he wanted to see her wound just now.

The snow-white lining slid down and fell to the waist together with the outer garment.

In the room, Yue Ling had her back to him at the moment. Her snow-white skin was as dazzling as ice and snow, without a single flaw, as smooth as satin, and as delicate as a lotus.

Except for the plain bra, her back was almost completely exposed to Zhang Jiuyang's sight.

She is slender and graceful, with lines that make her look as elegant and beautiful as a swan, yet she has smooth muscle lines, like a female leopard, full of powerful beauty.

Zhang Jiuyang panicked instantly.

No, did she really take it off?

Should I watch it, or should I?

Yue Ling seemed to notice his embarrassment. A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she slowly turned around.

Her skin is still dazzlingly white and as graceful as ice and snow.

Under the delicate collarbone, there is a solid-colored bra that is tied very tightly. The lower abdomen is extremely thin, but the lines of the abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing with breathing.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

It was late at night, and the couple was alone. Yue Ling took off her top clothes and exposed herself in front of Zhang Jiuyang wearing only a bra.

The Sixth Realm True Man possesses extremely sharp perception.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept across her exposed skin, causing a hint of blush to quickly appear on her white jade-like skin.

At this moment, even the female general who was known for her generosity and bravery seemed to be at a loss. Her sharp eyes even avoided Zhang Jiuyang's sight.

"Where's the wound?"

There was a hint of doubt in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

His eyes fell on Yue Ling's chest, but he didn't see any wound. Could it be that the wound was...

Yue Ling pursed her red lips. The female king, who was always decisive in killing, now had some hesitation and confusion in her eyes, and her ears were flushed.

But remembering what Ali said before, Bai Niqiu seemed to be ungrateful and had entered Zhang Jiuyang's dream, so something seemed to have happened.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands that had been holding weapons for years and had killed countless demons and monsters, and untied the silk ribbon around her chest.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately took a breath of cold air.

Really, really stripped...

Is it such a big deal?

As the silk straps around her chest loosened, something seemed to pop out, like a rising mountain peak and a sudden ravine, and a hint of white could be vaguely seen.

I never realized Yue Ling is so talented.

Zhang Jiuyang recalled the scene where the two of them had pretended to fight in front of Su Nu. At that time, they had fought underground and their bodies were entangled together. He accidentally touched it at that time and felt that the scale was not small.

Today has confirmed my speculation.

But unfortunately, the silk straps of the bra were only loosened but not untied. Yue Ling put her hand on the bra and pressed it down slightly.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly froze, and the charming thoughts immediately disappeared.

I saw a very deep wound in the middle of her chest. I could even see the flesh and internal organs inside. It was extremely horrifying, and formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding snow-white skin.

"You call this a small loss?"

Zhang Jiuyang immediately became angry.

He seemed to be able to see the horrifying scene where the two-faced Buddha held a bone-like magic knife in his hand and stabbed it into Yue Ling's chest, almost piercing her through.

"The two-faced Buddha was more seriously injured. When he stabbed him, I almost cut him in half."

Yue Ling's voice was calm, and his eyes were as firm as iron, as if there were flashes of blood and fire.

"you shut up!"

Zhang Jiuyang said unhappily, "Yue Ling, do you really not care about your own life? Have you ever thought about your grandmother who is over 70 years old?"

"And your parents, and those who care about you?"

"You think you know the art of war? How can a marshal go to the front line to kill the enemy? You are just showing off your bravery!"

Yue Ling suddenly felt unhappy, turned away and ignored Zhang Jiuyang.

Severely injuring the Two-Faced Buddha would relieve a lot of pressure on the lurking Zhang Jiuyang. She actually felt a little proud in her heart and wanted to hear Zhang Jiuyang praise her, but she didn't expect to be scolded.

"Why, are you unhappy after I said a few words to you?"

Zhang Jiuyang's tone began to slow down.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I know you care about me, so I won't hit you this time."

Yue Ling raised her eyes and snorted softly.

"Since I was little, you are the first person who dares to scold me like this..."

Her voice was indifferent, but surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all in her heart. Instead, she felt a hint of warmth.

Zhang Jiuyang has always been a calm person. Even in such a dangerous environment as Huangquan, he can deal with it calmly and calmly. It is rare to see him so anxious.

After thinking for a while, she couldn't help but comfort him, "I have had a special physique since I was a child. I have a strong self-healing ability. I also practiced the Ming Wang method. Even if my heart was stabbed, I can survive."

As long as she doesn't die, it's just a minor injury for her.

It is precisely because of her strong vitality that she has developed a fierce, domineering and life-threatening fighting style. She has experienced hundreds of battles, big and small, and has suffered countless injuries more serious than this.

This level of injury is really just a minor one for her.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out two fingers, with strands of pure golden light emanating from his fingertips, and gently pressed his fingertips on her wound.

Yue Ling's method of healing is very domineering. He ignores minor injuries and uses the Mingwang Golden Flame to directly burn the major injuries so that they do not affect the battle, and then waits for them to heal themselves.

The same was true of this wound, which was charred black. It was obvious that she had used flames to burn the wound and stop the bleeding.

With her self-healing ability, the wound should have healed in a few days, but this wound was very special.

It seems that there is some kind of extremely corrosive force that is stubborn and hidden very deeply. Whenever the wound is about to scab over, it will automatically emerge and affect its healing.

"The magic knife of the two-faced Buddha is very strange. It has a strange power, like a curse. I used the power of the Mingwang to remove it, but after a period of time, it will revive again and damage the wound, so it has not healed yet."

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Luckily, I was the one who got stabbed. Although this injury is a bit difficult to deal with, it's not a big deal. It just affects my power when I practice with the sword."

Among the six realms, her vitality is so strong that she can surpass those in the same realm. If she were in any other six realms and got hit by this knife, she would be in real trouble and might even lose her life.

But now, her own vitality alone is enough to cover up the cursed power that is like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned and after a while he withdrew his pure Yang power.

He couldn't heal the wound either.

At this moment, Ali floated out from the Yin doll and raised her little hand.

"Ninth brother, A-li doesn't want to disturb you, but the curse power on Sister Ming Wang's wound seems to be... the same as the one my father was hit by."

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(End of this chapter)