Zou Jiren broke through the shackles at the critical moment, which surprised Lin Mao.
In a hurry, he was almost killed.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bright red color emerging from his chest, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, which turned into a fierce smile.
He hates it, really hates it.
It is difficult to get rid of this intention without peeling off the opponent's skin and bones.
It seems that only other than this former slave, he can stand upright and speak in front of Suhe in the future.
Only in this way can he hug Wangyou's thin waist and say to himself that the beauty belongs to him.
But what he didn't know was that his beauty wanted him dead.
That shallow glance, the charm is like a fishhook. If it pierces the flesh, it won't kill you, but it can cause pain to some people. When the pain passes, there is a numb and itchy feeling.
No words are needed to make people go through fire and water.
He knew clearly what the meaning of that glance was, but it was like drinking poison or medicine, and he drank it willingly.
Therefore, after escaping Zou Jiren's fatal blow, he became more and more vicious.
Seeing him like this, it was all irony in Wangyou's eyes.
what is this?
What you can't get is commotion. Is it the best if you can't get it?
Those who get it deserve to be trampled on like grass?
Seeing the fight between the two becoming more and more intense, my heart was filled with ups and downs. It’s true that I hate wearing red makeup, and it’s true that I want him to die.
Are you using someone else to send him on his way now?
Or should we wait?
What are the chances of doing it now?
Wait a minute, how likely is it to fail?
The breeze gently brushed her cheek, like a lover's gentle touch, making her startled for a moment, then she smiled and fell into deep thought.
At the same time, the two people hiding in the void looked into each other's eyes.
Ban Mei's hanging hair was not messed up in the wind, and the blood on her body had not yet dissipated. He glanced sideways under the clouds and said, "Looking at it this way, nothing happened.
Farewell! "
Yun Xingyu knew his purpose, so he nodded and said, "Where do you want to go?"
"It's nothing, it's just that some people feel that the Wusheng Sect Ceremony is not lively enough.
Want to go together? "
"No."
Yun Xingyu politely declined the invitation, his gaze fell downwards, his meaning could not be clearer.
Banbianmei had long known that this would be the result, so she silently made a curse in her heart and dissipated it in front of his eyes with the wind.
And after he sent away Half the Plum, he returned to the barrier silently.
When everyone in the Sizheng Alliance saw him coming back, they all gathered around him and asked all kinds of questions: "Chief Immortal, how are you doing outside?"
"Yes, friend Zou Xian, is that okay? If not, please open the barrier and let us go out to fight against this villain Lin Mao."
"Yes, if he hadn't colluded with Xiao Laosi, we wouldn't have sacrificed so many brothers in the Xiaotong River Basin in vain." It was obviously them who shed the blood, but in the end they still had to bear the infamy.
"That's right, that's right..."
Yun Xingyu actually doesn't like getting along with people, especially many people. It always makes him a little uncomfortable, but his self-cultivation tells him not to be like this.
The expressionless face suppressed all the thoughts on his mind and said: "It doesn't matter, just feel at ease."
"But……"
Someone was worried and wanted to say something more, but Luo Dan, who had finished his chores, stopped him and hinted that he should not say anything. Then he motioned to everyone to go down and wait, and if anything happens, everyone can help.
When everyone saw his intention, they stopped insisting on going out. Tongyunxingyu made a ritual and walked away in twos and threes.
Seeing that everyone had left, Luo Dan held his hands and apologized: "Just now, what you all said did not understand the seriousness of what you said, and it offended many people. Please don't mind me, sir."
"What are you talking about?"
When Luo Dan heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He said: "I would like to ask the Immortal Chief. The Immortal Chief has just returned from outside. Does he know how the leader and others are doing now?"
After all, the Sizheng Alliance and Tiandi Hall once made a lot of messy statements. Even though all the brothers are brave and loyal, they cannot withstand the destruction of the world.
In addition, he defected to Suhe and even put himself on the fire to roast.
Xiao Zhouzhuang has been here for a long time, but he didn't wait for the person who should come back.
But when Lin Mao came as an uninvited guest, it was not surprising that he was worried.
Yun Xingyu turned around and looked outside the barrier, and said in a deep voice: "It's almost here."
Luo Dan looked for his voice and didn't know whether the "quick" voice was referring to the fight between Zou Jiren and Lin Mao, or whether it was referring to his own alliance leader. Seeing how calm he is, the result won't be too bad.
So I found a reason to leave. At first my steps were a little heavy, but later I became more relaxed.
Yun Xingyu didn't look back, nor did he ask to stay.
But in his heart, he felt that this Luo Dan could be regarded as a noble person of Hu Xihe. If he hadn't been admonishing him, Hu Xihe would still be on the wrong path until his death.
Thinking about other people's past and my own past, I couldn't help but think of that tender woman again.
Mother Wen...
Lin Mao looked at Zou Jiren, who had been unable to attack for a long time, and began to feel a little impetuous. In his original intention, it really didn't take much effort to deal with a slave.
In fact, it was indeed the case. He could almost send someone to hell.
However, at this point, there was an earth-shaking change.
He didn't die, but his physical strength grew a little.
Zou Jiren's rusty sword attacked quickly, the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly, and the sword flowers bloomed brightly. The more anxious this former master is, the more stable he becomes.
Time and time again, his skin was cut and his bones penetrated.
Wangyou secretly scolded the idiot, he couldn't keep calm over such a trivial matter. No wonder, he has only achieved this in his whole life.
What a bastard.
Then he took out a hairpin from his head, put it in his palm and blew lightly. The hairpin immediately transformed into a young woman, holding a sharp sword and turned over to rush into it.
Seeing the sudden help, even though Lin Mao was thick-skinned, he still felt his face flushed and panicked. This is embarrassing in front of the beauty. I originally wanted to take Zou Jiren back and brag about it.
Now it's better, the beauties have all come to an end in person.
Wangyou looked at the palm of his hand, his face was graceful and charming without losing a trace of innocence and tenderness.
He patted the catkins and whispered softly: "What? Do you really don't want to come to the slave's house again?"
Lin Mao looked away angrily, raised his sword and walked away, thinking to himself while taking a cold breath to replenish his sword.
I just thought that this girl had no good intentions, so why did she change her mind? He is obsessed with her, but he also knows that there is something wrong with their meeting.
Otherwise, it will be sooner or later, just at that time.
No matter how well she concealed it just now, her murderous intent could not fool his senses. What makes a person let go of his murderous intention?
like?
Purpose?
It's true that he loves her body, but there's nothing genuine about her love for him. If I hadn't seen a ghost and couldn't help myself, I might not have started.
But what is the purpose of her help now?
The woman next to him was like his eyes, and she curled up her lips and sneered at the same time: "You bitch, I will kill you, but you are not happy. I saved you, but I think it is my family that has ulterior motives."
Oh, is it cheap or not? "
As he spoke, he stopped looking at him.
A sword opens a different situation, whether it is light or soft, cruel or spicy, all of them are messy and without any order. Like a new person, but also like a flower display.
But it was this kind of swordsmanship that made Zou Jisheng wary.
It's not that the other party is very clever, but that there are too many dangers hidden under the unfamiliarity. After all, even if people are controlled by Wangyou, they should know that the most feared thing about Wangyou is never the sword, but the insects or the poison.
While thinking, he remembered what he had seen and heard following Su He in the past. Although Suhe never made it clear, he never deceived anything.
Looking at this kind of thing again, I suddenly had a terrible guess.
Immediately, he resisted with his rusty sword from left to right, and his feet were extremely powerful.
In an instant, he kicked the woman in the abdomen, then turned around and stabbed her in the ribs.
Wangyou cast a cold eye, and the amorous feelings on his face were instantly wiped away.
He yelled that the slave deserves to die. He was disrespectful to me in the past and is still disrespectful now. He is really not a thing.
But seeing a woman being persecuted, she couldn't just sit back and watch. Since now is not a good time to get rid of Lin Mao, she and he are bound to continue to be entangled.
In this case, the roads that should be paved must be paved, and the bridges that should be built must be built.
With a slight change of mind, the woman did not avoid or dodge, but took the initiative to step forward and hit the sword's mouth herself.
Zou Jiren's eyes tightened
, the secret passage is indeed the case.
Taking advantage of the moment when the woman raised her hand to hold the sword, her palm turned sharply, and the rusty sword suddenly shone with golden light, and "slipped" straight towards Lin Mao.
Then the wind from his palm gathered again, and the roar hit his heart.
The woman flew backwards, then hit the ground and bounced hard. The toes were three feet off the ground, making a strange flying motion. Before Zou Jiren could regain his senses, his bright eyes suddenly fell to the ground.
But he saw the ground swell, and black smoke accompanied by sparks were swirling around, circling and killing him.
Zou Jiren's eyes suddenly tightened, and he immediately stepped back quickly. Looking back, he held the rusty sword with his backhand and pressed it against Lin Mao to kill him, and then he separated with great force.
The sound of "clang" was deafening.
"If you want to leave, there's no way." After Lin Mao said this, he didn't give him the chance. He took advantage of the situation and fiercely raised his true energy, pouring it into the sword with one palm.
The fierce eyes showed determination.
He shouted: "Come die."
"Hmm..." Zou Jiren groaned. The force he received this time was not light, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. While desperately struggling to escape, he was met with a fatal attack from behind. For a time, there was no escape or escape.
"Want to escape? Have you asked the master?" Lin Mao said in a cold voice, hissing in a sinister tone.
Of course, what is more important is the pleasure and feeling that the great revenge is about to be avenged at this moment.
Zou Ji people, all those who betrayed me, Lin Mao, will die badly.
They are, and you...are no exception.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zou Jiren was struck by the woman behind his back, and a mouthful of vermilion spurted out.
Lin Mao was sprayed unexpectedly. He was stunned and gave Zou Jiren a chance to stand up. Suddenly he saw him leaning forward, looking like he was about to hit the sword blade, but in fact he was following the same example. He picked up the rusty sword lightly, then rolled up Qingfeng with his sleeves, and placed the horizontal sword on his neck.
He said angrily with blood, "You don't deserve it."
After that, cut it off with a sword.
Lin Mao froze and quickly recovered.
He immediately wanted to pull away, but the sleeve wrapped around the sword seemed to have taken root and sprouted. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it at all.
He was so anxious that he shouted: "Let me go, I will recognize you as my brother."
From now on, you are no longer a slave, you are my brother, Lin. "
After that, he closed his eyes in fear.
After waiting for a moment, there was no pain.
Then he tentatively opened his eyes and saw the familiar and enlarged face in front of him, and the muscles on his face couldn't stop twitching.
Time after time, I was telling myself that I was a joke, a big joke.
After hunting geese all day long, he got pecked in the eye by the geese.
There was no other reason. He saw sarcasm and ridicule in the other person's eyes.
He said shyly and angrily: "Are you kidding me?"
Zou Jiren stared at him, taking a serious look at his face for the last time.
He said in a deep voice: "Go to hell."
Then he swung the rusty sword down without hesitation.
At this time, Lin Mao couldn't care about his face and hurriedly mocked Wangyou and shouted: "Save me."
Wangyou lightly wrapped the thin shirt that fell off his shoulders and glanced at him with a half-smile, which made his heart beat like thunder and almost burst into his throat.
Is this bitch really planning to add insult to injury?
Urgently shouting: "Don't be impulsive, I love you."
After listening to Wangyou, he covered his mouth and secretly enjoyed himself.
His eyes were watery as he looked behind him and said softly: "Don't worry, your rescuer is here."
