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Chapter 332 The battle was dull; savoring the taste of the Spirit Butterfly
Chapter 332 The battle was dull; savoring the taste of the Spirit Butterfly
The injuries were transferred from Psylocke, and she knew very well how serious the wounds, which seemed harmless, actually were.
The bone in his shoulder fractured and embedded itself in the muscle; blood vessels ruptured, causing massive blood loss; and seawater flooded his lungs.
If Domino had discovered her any later, Psylocke would probably still be missing and her fate unknown.
At this point, the seawater in the lungs was squeezed out using conventional methods, but the wound was not so easily healed.
As the injury spread, Connors' face visibly paled, while Psylocke moved her arms, feeling as agile as if she had never been injured.
She didn't have time to try swinging her fist to see if her strength was the same as before.
Connors's clothes on his shoulder were quickly stained red with blood, and half of his body reeked of blood. In a panic, Psylocke rushed over and pressed her palm hard against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"You're using so much force because you're trying to kill me while I'm injured."
Connors looked at Psylocke, who seemed to want to crush his shoulders, with a listless expression.
"What do we do now? Don't worry, I will never give up on you no matter what. I will stay by your side until you recover—" Psylocke said, looking at Connors with a worried expression.
"What about outside? Those mutants are still locked in a fierce battle with the Avengers," Connors asked, seemingly casually.
He had assumed that Psylocke would waver between the mutants and himself, but to his surprise, the valiant woman with purple hair and purple eyes spoke without hesitation:
"They are mutants, and you are a mutant too. My abilities are limited; I can only help one side."
"But you are my savior, I can't abandon you."
"Psylocke" emphasized again, without the slightest hesitation in her words.
"Then be gentle and tear the clothes around my wound so that the fabric doesn't heal together with the wound."
Connors stopped questioning Psylocke and instead instructed her.
"Spirit Butterfly" nodded. She was lying on the bed being treated, but she didn't bother to get off the bed. Instead, she sat up on the bed like a duck, propped herself up, and raised her two pink lotus root-like arms to pull out the long sword she was carrying on her back.
Then she carefully used the blade to cut open Connors' trench coat, lifted it up, and slowly pulled it aside, exposing Connors' wound to the air.
"hiss.
"Psylocke" gasped.
She didn't feel much pain when the wound was on her own, but when she saw how deep it was—almost enough to see through her shoulder to her back—she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.
"We need to find a way to stop the bleeding first, but medications are readily available on Krakoa, and now the island has completely sunk."
We need to find some medicine and bandages elsewhere.
She looked up and around, only then noticing that the two of them were in a house that was clearly not in the style of Krakoa, and subconsciously asked:
"Didn't Krakoa sink? Where is this room? Is there any medicine here?"
She rolled out of bed and started rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the room, but soon sat down dejectedly next to Connors.
There's nothing there!
Connors' face grew increasingly pale, and Psylocke couldn't help but face him directly, cupping his face in her hands:
"I will heal you, no matter what method I use."
Connors didn't answer, but instead lowered his head and gently pecked "Phantom Butterfly" on the lips.
Psylocke paused for a moment but did not resist, letting Connors kiss her. After a while, blushing, she pushed him away.
"What kind of time is this to be acting like this! Are you about to die?"
Psylocke looked at Connors' shoulder in confusion and found that the wound, which should have been a large hole, had disappeared, leaving only blood to prove that the wound had once existed.
On the battlefield, Psylocke is undoubtedly an experienced female warrior, skilled in using various melee weapons and possessing powerful telepathic abilities, showing no mercy to her enemies.
But facing her savior, Psylocke naturally couldn't resort to violence. Instead, she was stunned because the wound that had been there just moments before had vanished.
Seeing the dazed "Psylocke," Connors couldn't help but laugh, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace:
"I was just kidding. My wound can heal in an instant if I want to."
Psylocke, disregarding her embarrassment at being pulled into Connors' arms, was instead momentarily annoyed:
"Then what about all that anxiety I had just been feeling, that I was terrified you'd die?"
"You're beautiful inside and out," Connors said.
Psylocke was about to have a proper debate with Connors when, in the next second, her body was lifted into the air and sank heavily onto the soft cushion.
Outside the House of Mystery, the mutants were locked in a fierce battle with the Avengers, their brains nearly shattered. Meanwhile, the White Queen, Psylocke, and Domino, the most powerful mutants still alive, were all with Connors.
Their battle had become utterly boring for Connors; he'd rather spend that time appreciating "Psylocke."
The taste.
During the process, Connors also made sure to synchronize the time inside the Mysterious House with the outside world so he could see how far the battle had progressed.
Before they could even get a good look at the battlefield, the gossip system reacted first.
[Today's Gossip: Avengers vs. X-Men]
[Reward for watching the drama: Curse]
[Curse: Inflicts negative effects on the opponent, including but not limited to misfortune, hunger, cold, exhaustion, poisoning, mental confusion, and all other negative factors.]
The reward for watching the drama arrived on time. Connors, wearing the "Psylocke" costume, wanted to test out the new ability as soon as it arrived.
The curse is "exhaustion".
Immediately, the "Psylocke," which had been tightly gripping Connors's shoulder blades, seemed to lose all its strength, and its hands, which had been tightly gripping Connors's shoulder blades, fell limply to the ground.
Before she could react, Connors quickly canceled the "curse," allowing the tight, enveloping feeling to return.
"Restless—.—"
"Exhaustion" disappeared, but "restlessness," also a negative effect, was used by Connors.
As a result, the initially gentle Psylocke's movements gradually became restless and uneasy.
"doom-"
The agitation caused Connors to slip out and unexpectedly squeeze into another, more intimate space.
Caught off guard, Psylocke let out a scream, stretching out her snow-white neck as if enduring excruciating pain.
"cold-"
Despite the excruciating pain, the cold made Psylocke shiver instinctively, and she then hugged Connors tightly.
I dare not loosen my grip even slightly.
"hunger."
"Phantom Butterfly" burrowed down below, her eyes glazed and her mouth wide open.