Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 478 Hot Spring

"got used to."

An Ming took off his shirt with his back to Mei. His clothes had already been soaked with blood, so they always looked dark.

There is a rumor about the black bamboo sword circulating in Izumo. It is said that there is a man who is as strong as the imperial sword user. He wears clothes blacker than ink and carries a green bamboo sword on his back.

As long as the battlefield is where the black-clad swordsman appears, red spider lilies will bloom, and no matter how powerful the evil beast is, it will be killed by the prairie fire.

The back under the clothes was not covered with scars as Mei had imagined. Instead, it was as smooth as jade, with strong muscles that made Mei stare at it in a trance.

It was not until she stared at An Ming's perfectly curved calves falling into the hot spring that Mei came back to her senses, and a slight blush appeared on the side of her face.

"Your face is very red."

An Ming, leaning against the rock, tilted his head to look at Mei, enjoying the first body wash in half a year.

It’s not that An Ming doesn’t like to be clean, it’s just that he is always on the road to the front line. Even if he washes his body, it will soon be soaked in the blood of the evil beasts, and it will make no difference in the end.

"The hot spring steam is a little hot..." Mei explained softly, sitting on a small wooden stool and taking off her clothes, revealing the obvious wound on her shoulder.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet."

It was obvious that the previous attack left Mei with a wound that was difficult to heal. There was some self-blame in An Ming's tone. This situation only showed that he was not strong enough.

Mei's graceful body quickly sank into the hot spring, and her violet hair floated on the water like flowers.

"Just survive."

Although she is a young girl, she doesn't care about the scars on her body. As long as she can survive, that's enough.

The battles over the years have left her with many scars, but Mei does not consider that to be a shame. On the contrary, it is the honor of being a warrior.

An Ming stood up from the hot spring and sat next to Mei.

The girl's cheeks turned red instantly, perhaps because of the steam or the high temperature of the spring water, and her originally stable voice was briefly stuck.

"do not move."

An Ming pressed his palm on Mei's back, and as the white light of life lit up, the scars where it passed disappeared like graffiti being erased by an eraser.

Mei looked at Anming with some surprise, put her legs together, and looked away shyly.

"Thanks..."

"This isn't like you."

After healing all of Mei's scars, An Ming left her side.

This made Mei feel a little complicated. She felt relieved, but also lost. Perhaps even if Annie used the word "true", it would not be able to describe Mei's thoughts at the moment.

When Mei wanted to say something, she looked up and found that An Ming had fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the rock.

The boy would only show a little fatigue briefly when he was sleeping soundly. Mei's eyes instantly became gentle, and she leaned towards Anming and hugged his arm.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Mei said softly, looking at Anming's cheek, and smiled involuntarily.

...

...

It was three days later when An Ming woke up. He got up from the bed in the hot spring hotel and still felt sore all over.

Compared with the loss of life, such sequelae are considered very mild. The fact that he was able to use the power of the imperial sword without dying suddenly is all thanks to the self-healing ability that came from nowhere.

An Ming has known since he was a child that he has a terrifying recovery ability. Even the backlash caused by the imperial sword can be easily healed within a few days and will not cause immediate death.

In a sense, he is a natural born imperial sword user. Normally, a royal sword user can only use one imperial sword, which is the limit, but An Ming can easily use two or even more.

And you don't need the Zhaodao itself to use the power of the Zhaodao.

In the entire history of Izumo, the talent displayed by An Ming is unprecedented, even Yuan Yuesheng had never imagined it.

In the first year of the apocalypse, An Ming, who possessed the fragments of the two imperial swords, Ming and Ku, showed his terrifying strength for the first time. That year, An Ming was ten years old. Holding a bamboo sword, he harvested the evil beasts on the battlefield like a demon. For a moment, it was even impossible to tell who was the beast and who was the human.

Yuan Yuesheng then gave the fragments of the imperial swords stored in the imperial sword hall to An Ming, namely Lie, Jue, Chu, Qian and Shu. From then on, seven of the twelve imperial swords were used by An Ming.

Therefore, this bamboo sword can display seven kinds of divine powers.

The last time An Ming saw Yuan Yuesheng was half a year ago. At that time, he went to the Yuan family to obtain [Qian]. The owner of the Zhao Dao who used Qian had just died on the battlefield. The remaining Zhao Dao could only be given to An Ming so that its maximum power could be unleashed.

"You came."

Yuan Yuesheng pointed at the broken sword on the table, "It was bitten off by the giant python. The guy is dead too, leaving only the imperial sword."

She had dark circles under her eyes and spoke very weakly, so one had to listen carefully to hear what she was saying.

"You don't look well," An Ming picked up the fragment of the imperial knife and inserted it into his palm without changing his expression, followed by the second fragment.

"When I die, I'll leave heaven to you."

Yuan Yuesheng forced a smile, "Actually, I don't hate you that much. You know...if Izumo wasn't under the shadow of Dainichi, we could have been friends in the beginning."

An Ming looked at Yuan Yuesheng's tired eyes and said calmly, "It's not too late now."

"It's a pity that I don't have much time left."

Yuan Yuesheng's golden eyes were like a candle in the wind, as if they would be completely extinguished by a gust of wind.

An Ming only remembered that the look was not one of sadness, but one of remorse for not being able to save Izumo.

"you're awake?"

Mei pushed open the bedroom door and said, "The fortress hasn't encountered any new attacks these days. You can rest for a few more days."

She could see that An Ming was not physically exhausted, but mentally weak. Using the power of the imperial sword multiple times in a short period of time undoubtedly consumed a huge amount of mental energy.

"Ah."

An Ming nodded, "Then we'll set off in an hour."

Mei didn't say anything when she heard this, but just sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her right hand to pull An Ming's upper body over, and put his head between her legs.

"Then... this is fine."

Mei gently covered An Ming's eyes with her hands and said softly: "I want to see you again."

An Ming chose to remain silent, feeling Mei's warm hands, lying between her legs and slowly closing his eyes.

Mei knew that she couldn't keep Anming, and all she could do was say goodbye to him again and again.

Her boy is going to save more people and eventually save the whole world, so how can she tie him down?

“Don’t push yourself too hard, and take a break once in a while.”

"Don't starve yourself, or you won't grow taller."

"If you get sick... forget that you won't get sick. In short, you have to be careful about everything. Don't abuse your body just because you can recover quickly."

Mei spoke softly and unknowingly dropped a tear, but fortunately she stopped it with the back of her hand.