Liu Shi naturally understood this. She shook the talisman liquid in her hand with a smile, then put the pot of talisman liquid back into Jiujiu's clothes with her backhand, and joked:
"The show is on me, Ninety-nine, have you forgotten? You always forget to bring such trivial things with you. I prepare them for you every time you go out. This is your last pot of talisman." Already?
Just collect it yourself, leave the battle to you, and leave the supply of war supplies to me. "
Liu Shi looked at her with a smile: "Don't we always have such a clear division of labor?"
Ninety-nine said nothing, just looked at her quietly.
Liu Shi rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, a faint glint reflected in his black eyes:
"What are you thinking about? I'm not like you. I don't care about anything as soon as I get on the battlefield.
Even though you are more thoughtful than me, in such a cruel war, I know how to protect myself better than you. "
Jiujiu laughed with a cool voice, and he didn’t know whether he was mocking or complaining:
"What would the owner think if she knew that the puppet Yinghuo she created likes to do such logistical things?"
The Six-Sense Single is not weak in terms of combat power, but in terms of attributes, she is not a combat puppet after all. In terms of cultivation, her combat effectiveness is indeed not as good as Ninety-nine.
She gave a thumbs up and sighed helplessly: "Yes, yes, our Ninety-nine Talents are the most powerful dolls, and they are all born from the same mother. The master is biased after all.
Most of the nutrients in Fu's writing are left to you. You are tall and mighty, you are strong and brave, you are reasonable, I accept your instruction. "
The corners of Jiujiu's lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes. The relaxed teasing for a moment on the battlefield diluted the tense atmosphere of despair and death. Jiujiu actually accepted her compliments and flattery for the rare time.
She was walking on the deserted street with Fang Geyu in her arms. She glanced sideways at Liu Shi who was following behind. She had a faint smile at the end of her eyes, with a slight arc. Her dark eyes were beautiful in the smoke. Like black jade.
"Being aware of one's own shortcomings is also a manifestation of the wisdom of the puppet Yinghuo."
Liu Shi didn't know that this guy had such a stinky side.
The dawn light lifted off the veil of night, and the sunlight in the smoke and beacon fire was a little dull. The sun hung far away in the sky that was not clear and clean, and the not strong sunlight was mixed with a touch of gray.
The sound of fighting in the city gradually became silent, and occasionally there were the heavy footsteps of the monster army stepping through the ruins of the city.
The three thousand puppet army and the outer city talisman masters were all crushed by the millions of legions like exhausted eggs.
There was such a disparity in the number of combat forces. After one night, the sound of the fierce fighting on the battlefield became so dead and quiet.
Fang Qing, the third son of the Fang family, was sitting on a gorgeous chariot among the majestic army. He raised a finger, and then a midge passed through the morning light and smoke and landed firmly on his fingertips. superior.
Fang Qing's artificial eye made of metal obsidian moved up, down, left and right in its socket. As if it had received some instruction, the midge spread out its carapace-like wings and flew into his eye before disappearing.
In front of the eyeball, a fan-shaped light screen quickly unfolded, and scenes of projection images like a revolving lantern appeared in the light.
The picture is moving as fast as an acceleration.
In this short period of time, Fang Qing's half-puppet brain had already accepted all the scenes that happened on the battlefield last night.
He closed his eyes, and the light screen disappeared. A low, hoarse chuckle came from his throat. The corners of his lips were like animals. The waning moon curved and cracked behind his ears, making him look weird like a ghost from hell.
Although his body is human, under the half-refined flesh body, the human heart is obviously gradually unable to bear the source of the witch plague, and his mind begins to gradually become abnormal.
"Hey, hey, hey...is he actually the son of Xuefus? It seems that my two brothers don't know that the little guy is also in the battlefield outside the city."
"Um……"
Fang Qing made a deep breath in his nasal voice, but his tone was casually cruel:
"So how can the road home be so easy on my home battlefield?"
The three sons of the Fang family all maintained this strong attachment to Xuefu.
Different from the love and protection that brothers Fang You and Fang Chi have for Xue Fu, Fang Qing's feelings for Xue Fu are different.
What is more, it is the obsession and yearning for her power and knowledge, so that after being out of reach for a long time, this yearning gradually evolved into a cruel and pathological desire for destruction.
He has an extreme obsession with destroying everything around Xuefu.
For example, this city.
For example, the puppets in this city.
For example, she created two Yinghuo with her own hands.
For example... the son of her most valued blood relative, the heir to the Shifang bloodline.
That little girl.
He could not wait for Xue Fu to see the wonderful scene of his young daughter being disemboweled by him and taking out her heart.
He really couldn't imagine what kind of moving expression that woman, who was naturally cold-hearted and aloof, would show at that moment.
Thinking of this, Fang Qing's heart, which was contaminated by Wu Yuan, couldn't help but shudder and tremble with severe pain due to excitement.
It's really hard to help but be...fascinated by it.
As a bystander outside the war, Bailian could predict how difficult the short trip back to the city would be for the three of them, seeing the despair and cruelty of the war.
The brief silence of the early morning was quickly broken by a wave of monster roars.
In the dilapidated ruins, in the smoke and beacon fire swept by the strong wind, in the ruined city walls and buildings, in the cracks in the earth, in the towering buildings that have not yet been knocked down, the twisted figures of monsters are crawling like black-spotted locusts. Come.
This is no longer just a simple army.
Even under the earth, the puppets who are good at using earth escape are like earth dragons coming out of their lair together.
If it weren't for the powerful earth-line spiritual pillars forming a ten-direction back-earth formation under the four major cities, the trembling of the earth alone would be enough to cause all the four major cities to collapse into destruction.
In addition to the first time, there are also an army of puppets with deformed wings that are constantly entrenched in the sky like mutated metal bats, and sharp sound waves are constantly erupting from their mouths.
Between the movements of the deformed wings, tens of thousands of tiny needles shot into the outer city like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
The small needle of ox hair is not necessarily very sharp, and it does not seem to have strong lethality.
Just like real falling rain, as soon as it touches the ground, it instantly turns into smoke. Looking from the height of the inner city, the smoke seems to be shrouded in a mist and rain, and the mist is vague, but it is actually a murderous intention. , revealing an eerie silence.
Jiujiu, who was advancing on the battlefield, suddenly stopped suddenly and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, his expression cold. .
Liu Shi also covered his lips and gasped in pain. His face was almost snow-white, his whole body was sweating, and his slender wrists protruding from his sleeves were shaking violently.
The puppet thread between the ninety-nine fingers transformed into a translucent umbrella, flew out, and floated above the head of the six consciousnesses. The umbrella surface shook away the thick fog that spread around her.
She did not look back, but observed the surroundings of the battlefield with vigilant eyes, and said quietly: "When did you become so out of place?"
Six Senses coughed twice, coughing out the remaining hot and corrosive breath in the chest.
She made two hoarse self-deprecating sounds and said: "If someone can solve the problem, why should I put in the extra effort myself?"
Jiujiu did not have too many verbal disputes with her. His cold eyes quickly swept across every corner of the battlefield and said in a serious voice: "Don't be careless. Keep the talisman liquid ready at all times. This place is only a hundred meters away from the main city of Tiange." Miles away, the power of the boundary formation in the main city.
Without breaking through the formation, he had extremely strong annihilation power against the encroaching enemy troops. He mobilized the army to gather here regardless of casualties and losses, and even braved the backlash to launch Wu Yuan's attack with such high intensity. The power must come from knowing the identity of the little master. "
Neither Jiujiu nor Six Senses were surprised that Fang Qing could know Fang Geyu's identity so quickly.
On the battlefield, the shadow insect puppets searching for information are everywhere.
Fang Qing could be so reckless and use such a large formation to intercept and pursue two Yinghuo dolls. It was not worth his trouble.
As soon as Fang Geyu poked her head out of Jiujiu's chest and was about to observe the situation, Jiujiu pushed her back without any explanation, and a cold voice sounded from above her head:
"Close your eyes and don't look blindly."
Fang Geyu felt that she had too many "nos" and "nos". She buried her cheek in her chest and smelled the fragrant fragrance emanating from her soft and jade skin.
The clear fragrance is like cold snow or cold plums, but there is a vague warm fragrance like orchid.
This scent was so similar to her mother's scent.
It’s just... is A Niang so powerful?
Fang Geyu held his doubts and stretched out his two small white hands to grab...
Well...her mother-in-law can't be so powerful.
Fang Geyu pursed his lips calmly.
It's hard to tell. Her mother-in-law looks dull and boring on the outside, but she also has such a superficial and vulgar side.
Ninety-nine's cold voice sounded from above the head again: "If you move again, your claws will be broken."
Is this the way you talk to your little master?
Fang Geyu's brows twitched, but he didn't dare to question the authenticity of her words, nor did he dare to influence the battle situation randomly, so he hugged Jiujiu tightly and stopped moving.
Unexpectedly, as soon as her two arms tightly hugged Jiujiu's body, she felt her lifting her whole body into the air, and her whole body could feel an unparalleled sense of weightlessness.
Her cheeks were buried deep in her chest, and she had no way of knowing what was happening in the outside world. She could only hear the loud sound of raw silk and thick steel limbs being peeled off.
And the monsters roared and screamed in excitement and frenzy.
The furnace cores were exploded and crackled under some powerful force, and one could even clearly hear the sizzling sound of the liquefied rain of witch plague exploding from the furnace cores and corroding the skin of the sleeves.
Across the jade soft snow bullet's chest, Fang Geyu's ears could feel that the powerful furnace heart that only belonged to Ying Huo was beating with a terrifying and high-intensity trembling rhythm.
It made a sound like the rapid beating of a human heart.
The puppet is not human, and the heart of the furnace is made of hard crystal with a rare and special material. It cannot produce a beating sound similar to that of a flexible thing like the human heart.
If the heart of the doll makes a beating sound similar to that of a heart, it means that the limit is approaching and the heart may break at any time.
This moment of being broken but not broken, on the verge of destruction, is the most cruel punishment in the world for the puppets.
Fang Geyu's hands unconsciously tightened the skirt of Jiujiu's clothes, and she couldn't help but bury her cheek deeper. In a daze, she even stopped breathing involuntarily.
Every breath seemed to become endless.
In his ears, the hoarse screams of the six senses also sounded, and the puppet Yinghuo, who was not the main attacker, also joined this terrible battle.
Fang Geyu counted the time carefully, and time passed by breath by breath in her mind, but she had no way of knowing how long the time had passed.
Until the beating sound as heavy as a drum below the ear was suddenly mixed with an extremely subtle sound like ice cracking.
The feeling of weightlessness in the body suddenly stopped.
When Fang Geyu's collar was lifted up, she saw Jiujiu's unusually pale face with a pair of particularly deep and dark eyes.
Seeing that she seemed stupid, Jiujiu patted her cheek and said coldly: "Breathe."
Only then did Fang Geyu realize that she was holding her breath tightly at some point along with the wildly beating heartbeat, almost suffocating herself to death.
She raised her head and took a deep breath. The air that poured into her throat made her brain numb with coldness.
Jiujiu took her by the collar, led her body to the ground, and his voice was still as light as water, but it contained a hint of command: "Spit."
Fang Geyu shrank up into a small ball and vomited with a loud sound.
She had not eaten any food for a whole day, and her body was already weak. In addition, the weight loss and rapid movement caused by the long battle were extremely difficult for human children to endure for a long time.
Seeing Fang Geyu vomiting to the end and could only spit out some water, Jiujiu picked her up again, wiped the dirty marks on the corners of her mouth, and said: "If you don't bear it any longer, there are still five miles to go, then you can You can go home and be reunited with your loved ones.”
In the difficult environment of such a high concentration of witch plague fog, they had already traveled half the distance.
Fang Geyu then lowered his eyes to look at the surrounding environment.
There was spraying and spraying engine oil everywhere, the ground was burning fiercely with the engine oil, the remains of mechas were all over the ground, and in the sky there were puppet threads retracted from their sleeves.
Under the puppet silk, there were all falling flying puppets.
There are withered hearths everywhere.
Six Senses closed his eyes tightly, and was surrounded by dozens of spiritual water swords. The originally transparent and clear blue color of the water swords was now as deep as ink.
The darker the color, the more severe the killing.
Even the puppet Yinghuo, who was not good at attacking, was forced to such a murderous and angry state.
At this moment, there are still countless mecha puppets entrenched in the city.
But at that moment, Ninety-nine deployed the domain barrier, forcibly freezing an area of time and space, and blocking the battlefield from the outside despite the danger of the hearth breaking.
