There were more than thirty elites from the Changke Sect. Mu Ziyun counted them carefully and found that there were about ten more people. Moreover, these ten people were killing people indiscriminately. Both Qingshan Peak and Changke Sect disciples would be attacked by them.
An elder of the Changke Sect pointed at a man in black and cursed: "You are so brave in Shashan, how dare you kill our disciples!" The man in black did not stop what he was doing, but pounced on the elder. .
The pressure on Zhang Kui and others was reduced a lot. With the power of transformation, Zhang Kui fought against fifteen elites alone, while Hu Zi acted as a pathbreaker and dispersed the enemy group. Feng Jing's spells could not be used. He could only release some anger under the protection of Mu Ziyun.
Swish, a flying knife with colorful glazed red tassels stabbed behind Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun, who felt the murderous intent, threw out a white feather with his backhand. It happened to meet the flying knife. The non-rooted feather was instantly cut into two pieces. Mu Ziyun did not hesitate. , hugged Feng Jing and jumped to one side. Unexpectedly, the flying knife could actually turn, and Liusu followed him with a flick of the eye.
"Sister, let's go first!" Mu Ziyun pushed Feng Jing away, kicked the flying knife away, and a woman in red jumped out of the air. With a wave of her wide sleeves, she entangled Mu Ziyun, and then flew away into the distance. "Ziyun! Ziyun!" Feng Jing shouted, and hurriedly called Huzi: "Huzi! Hurry, Mu Ziyun has been kidnapped!"
After running a few miles out of Lianhua Manor, he stopped when he reached a bamboo forest with few people around him. It wasn't that Mu Ziyun had no chance to escape, nor was he unable to fight back. It was because the feeling of being held by the woman was very comfortable.
After stopping, Mu Ziyun said, "Your name is Little Matchmaker? Your name is quite special." Little Matchmaker's expression was serious, but she looked a bit playful. Her voice was a little urgent, "Stop talking nonsense, I'm here to take your life."
Mu Ziyun nodded and said, "Okay." "Okay? Since you are so cheerful, I won't be polite."
"Wait a minute" Mu Ziyun raised his hand and said, "Is the bleeding needle on your body?" The little matchmaker stopped, with some surprise on her face, "Do you know about the bleeding needle?" "I don't know, but I have been looking at you, that yin and yang When the ghost talks about bleeding needles, your behavior is enough to prove that the bleeding needles are related to you."
"I don't know what abortion is, just die." The little matchmaker rushed towards Mu Ziyun with two short knives. Mu Ziyun originally wanted to find a topic to talk to her, but who knew she was so impatient.
With a crisp sound of impact, Mu Ziyun grabbed the little matchmaker's right hand and used its blade to block the knife in her left hand. Then Mu Ziyun kicked the little matchmaker's leg, causing her to fall over. Then he knocked the short knife out of her hand and forcibly killed her. He clasped his hands behind his back and lowered the little matchmaker's body.
"Hey" Mu Ziyun said with a smile: "I know your weakness. I am also a Yan Xiu Mahayana. You can't predict my movements, eh!" Mu Ziyun let go of his hand and blew with his mouth, "What are you doing?" Cat claws? Can they scratch people?" Looking at the backs of his hands, there were three or four red marks.
The little matchmaker straightened her clothes, put on a cute look on her face, and said, "You said you are Yan Xiu Mahayana, so did you really take Bailianweizi?" "Yes, otherwise, you think I am a monster. "Can you master Yan Xiu without practicing?" "Hehe" the little matchmaker came closer, "Senior Brother Mu, tell the truth to the matchmaker."
"I'm telling the truth." "What did the Yin-Yang ghost say? What is the thing in your treasure house?" "This..." Mu Ziyun turned his back to the little matchmaker, rolled his eyes, and then turned around with a sly smile, " You tell me what an abortion needle is, and I’ll tell you.”
"Oh, that's just a weapon that can make warriors stronger and is useless against shapeshifters. Of course, if used well, it can compete with shapeshifters."
"Oh, the treasures in the Treasure Tower are the treasures that can expand spells. They are ineffective against spellcasters. If a smart person uses them, they can also fight against spellcasters."
The little matchmaker's face was full of sullenness, while Mu Ziyun smiled playfully as he admired the woman's touching beauty.
"I told you not to be angry first." Mu Ziyun actually sat down cross-legged, "To be honest, you can't kill me, why not sit down and chat. If I'm in a trance, you have a chance to kill me, right?"
Huh, rustle, rustle, without waiting for Mu Ziyun to react, five or six knives flew out from the forest leaves above his head and nailed Mu Ziyun to the ground. The little matchmaker took the dagger and wiped it on Mu Ziyun's face, smiling. Di was very charming and said sweetly: "Just now was the opportunity to be in a trance. Thank you for being so considerate. In this case, I will save effort."
Without any hesitation, the little matchmaker wiped Mu Ziyun's throat with the knife. At the critical moment, Mu Ziyun stretched out his neck, touched the little matchmaker with his head that could only move, opened his mouth and bit into her arms. The little matchmaker Suddenly, he felt a heat on his chest. He was startled and became furious. Without even pushing, he raised his dagger and stabbed Mu Ziyun into the heart of Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun opened his mouth and shouted: "I said! From the Zhenbao Tower." I’ll tell you something!”
The little matchmaker stopped her hand, put the dagger against Mu Ziyun's neck again, and said sternly without any doubt: "Say! If you dare to tell a lie, you will not be able to be a man!" "No, no, no, no..." Mu Ziyun pursed his lips. , "There was nothing I could do about it just now. I couldn't move my body, only my head..." The little matchmaker glared fiercely, and used force on her hands, and blood flowed from Mu Ziyun's neck.
"Well, let me tell you, there is a fire bead in the Zhenbao Tower." Mu Ziyun said.
"Fire beads? What fire beads?"
"Actually, I am not born with a fire body at all. I can control fire because I got a treasure from Qingfeng Mountain, which is the fire bead. This fire bead can store flames, just like a magical tool, but it is long-lasting and will not be destroyed."
"Really?" The little matchmaker was a little doubtful. "My life is in your hands now, how could it be fake?"
The little matchmaker thought to herself, there was indeed news before that there was a fire bead next to Mu Ziyun on the Luoma River. Chashan guessed it was a treasure, but he did not think about it as a magical tool. It seemed possible that it was not small, after all, it was transformed. Innate physical constitution is too unreasonable, and luck can be explained by it. Since it looks like a magical tool, there must be magical power, but the fire beads disguise martial energy as magical energy.
Mu Ziyun was locked tightly, unable to move his main joints and unable to use any force. The little matchmaker squatted beside him, thought over and over again, and seemed to have made up her mind. She turned to Mu Ziyun and said, "Maybe what you said is true, but I can't believe it. So..." The little matchmaker took out Zhang Shenghuo's talisman. , Yin Yin smiled and said: "I will set you on fire. If you are really not born with a good constitution, I will let you go before you are burned to death. If not... I will cut you in half."
The little matchmaker came closer and pressed the talisman onto Mu Ziyun's clothes. It started to burn with a twist of her fingers. The little matchmaker looked sarcastic, as if looking at a lamb being slaughtered, her eyes fixed on it.
The corner of Mu Ziyun's mouth twitched, and he sighed and said, "Hey, I think you are quite pretty." Unable to hold it in, he burst out laughing, "How can you be so stupid?"
call! Finger-sized flames spurted out into the sky, instantly melting the knife that locked Mu Ziyun, wrapping around the little matchmaker's body, and slamming her to the ground. The flames were only a few inches away from the little matchmaker's body, forming a cocoon. With only his head outside the flames, Mu Ziyun squatted next to the little matchmaker and said with a cheap smile: "Tell me what a needle is. If you say it wrong, I will roast you right away."
"You bastard!" The little matchmaker blushed, "You are born with a body of fire!" "Yes, I am." Mu Ziyun said with a harmless expression, "You believe me when I say fire beads, blame me?" ""You, you..." The little matchmaker wanted to chop Mu Ziyun into a eunuch.
"Okay." Mu Ziyun lay down, "I'll give you half a cup of tea to organize your words. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer after half a cup of tea, I'll be really rude."
