Chapter 348 No. 7, Witch

Shaoqiu's forehead was cold and sweaty. At this moment, he suddenly heard a bang in the sky. He looked up and saw that the cylinder where Si You was located was falling to the ground, seven or eight feet high. Siyou did not know elemental power or martial arts. He must be seriously injured when he fell down. Unexpectedly, he fell on the cylinder in mid-air and suddenly popped. The big umbrella immediately slowed down and fell to the ground leisurely.

Shaoqiu looked surprised. How many strange organs does this strange teenager have?

Looking at it, the lid of the cylinder was opened, and Si You came out of it with a gray face. His face was pale and he stood upright. It seems that although he was not injured, the power of the explosion shocked him very much.

The young man looked at Shaoqiu quietly and suddenly said, "Thank you very much."

Shaoqiu smiled and said, "I didn't help you."

"It's not for me." Si You shook his head, "Because you have the courage... Let others think that you are friends with me."

"Oh?" Shaoqiuqi said, "Why don't you dare? Even if the Yanhuang Alliance has a deep hatred for you, it has never been hated by them more than me, has it?"

"Who are you?" Si You showed suspicion and said while fiddling with the cylinder.

"I am..." Shaoqiu couldn't help smiling bitterly, "My name is Shaoqiu... It doesn't matter who I am to others. The important thing is that they all think I am the blood of gold."

"The blood of gold?" Si You showed surprise, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes. After a long time, he was speechless. After a long time, he slowly said, "So it is. My name is Si You, a homeless prodigal son in the wilderness. If it's predestined, I'll see you later.

After saying that, he quickly picked up the cylinder with his hands, and turned into a big bird in an instant. He hung on his body and waved his hand at Shaoqiu. A flame spewed out from the end of the cylinder on his back, and his wings spread and flew in the air.

"Hey--" Shaoqiu didn't expect him to leave. Thinking that he had robbed two earth bombs, he hurriedly shouted, "You and Yao Chonghua have no hatred, do you?"

In the air, Si You said lightly, "I'm not interested in politics."

The voice fell, and the figure had disappeared in the distant night sky.

At this time, the golden light flashed in front of him, and the enlightened beast ran over with Dong stem, and released a brain wave to Shaoqiu from afar: "It's so close that it almost turned into a barbecue!"

Shaoqiu said angrily, "It just so happens that I haven't eaten roasted open animal meat... Is the stem injured?"

The enlightened beast hummed discontentedly and fell in front of Shaoqiu. Dong Jing raised his feet and jumped down from the back of the enlightened beast. He saw his tragic appearance. Tears flowed out of his big eyes. He threw himself into Shaoqiu's arms, touched up and down, and trembled all over and said, "Am I not hurt? Are you okay... Ah, are you okay?

"Hey, I'm itchy!" Shaochuge smiled and hugged her with his backhand. "I'm fine. By the way, where have you seen the old man who just escaped?

Dong Jing shook his head, the enlightened beast hummed twice, and said, "The old man is tough and has already escaped ten miles away."

Shaoqiu sighed: "My God, he still has three earth bombs on his body! Brother Yao is in danger! Oh, by the way, and the woman who can condense the seal!"

There were seven mysterious people in the group. Three people died when catching the ghost fire. Two people were killed by the earth bomb. One escaped, leaving the woman. At this time, the sky was already bright, and Shaoqiu wandered around. Sure enough, he saw the woman lying on the ground beside the mound ten feet away. She did not know whether she was alive or dead.

Shaoqiu hurried over, walked to the woman with vigilance, squatted down and stroked her body. The woman looked up to the sky and was unconscious. Shaoqiu pondered for a moment, took off her cloak, wearing a bronze mask on her face, and snow-white and delicate skin was exposed on her neck. He slowly grabbed the bronze mask and opened it, and a pale and charming face surged in front of him.

Shaoqiu suddenly exclaimed like a giant hammer, his body trembled, and he fell to the ground.

"Young Qiu, what's wrong with you?" Dong Jing thought that he had been plotted and rushed over.

Shaoqiu waved his hand, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak. He just stared at the unconscious girl on the ground, as if he was crazy.

This girl looking for the ghost fire turned out to be the saint of Qingyang - Wu Zhen!

"Young Qiu, do you recognize her?" Dong Jing looked at Wu Zhen's beautiful face and bit his lower lip tightly. Although this witch's true posture is in a coma, it also shows a touching color and adds a kind of loving weakness.

Shaoqiu nodded. At this time, he already understood why he felt a little familiar when he saw No. 7 last night. Isn't that the kind of missing that he couldn't get rid of in his heart?

But why is Wu Zhen with these mysterious people, looking for the ghost fire to deal with Yao Chonghua? What are the grudges between them?

Shaoqiu cleaned up his feelings, gently picked up Wu Zhen's body, and whispered in her ear: "Saint... saint..."

Wu Zhen was extremely affected by the explosive force and was hit by the earth pillar, and he couldn't wake up for a while. Shaoqiu didn't move the treatment, and he couldn't help but be anxious. He looked up and asked Dong Jing: "Stem, you..."

Suddenly, I saw tears hanging on Dong's long eyelashes, and I couldn't help but be surprised: "Stem, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Dong Jing sobbed and smiled, "Shaoqiu, this girl is yours..."

Shaoqiu's heart trembled and reluctantly smiled, "We just know each other... Alas, she is the saint of the Qingyang tribe."