Chapter 35 My name is Qiqi

Su Yong was the most seriously injured, because his knife was the most fierce and the deepest.

And the dragon monster was most angry with him. He had two huge arms, one of which swept over his chest. The other one just got hit in a circle and flew the other four people together.

Su Yong's figure was still flying in the air, and a mouthful of blood had splashed like rain and sprayed all over the ground. Fortunately, before his body landed, he was picked up by the rushing Chu Nantian.

Just after the five strong men at the level of spiritual martial arts were repulsed at the same time, Yan Bikong, who saw Su Yong injured and couldn't save him, rushed up angrily, and his palms came out when the dragon monster was just exhausted.

With a muffled sound, the dragon monster rolled five times in the air, and then fell on the mouth of the deep hole. The back of the skin fell off and hit the mudstone, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Yan Bikong's moves were not over yet. When the other party was so weak that he could not react, he flew up again and pinched the huge blood-red throat.

The five strong men joined hands to besiege and achieved results. Seeing that the dragon monster was about to burst the throat and die under his pinch, he suddenly heard two shouts.

"Hence."

"Don't kill him."

The first sentence is a woman's delicate drink, and the second sentence is Su Yongqiang's cry out with blood.

Everyone only felt a flower on the field, and a woman suddenly appeared beside Yan Bikong like a shadow.

The speed of this woman was amazing, but when everyone saw the woman's appearance, they were all stunned.

This... Isn't this Sea God's sister Hefeisi?

Everyone can't help looking at the other side.

In the dust on the other side, Hefeisi was still struggling to get up slowly on the ground, embarrassed.

How can there be a touch of the same Haifei silk on the field?

Just as everyone kept looking back and forth at their mouths in surprise, Yan Bikong seemed to have lost his soul all of a sudden. His hand clenching the dragon monster's throat pipe drooped weakly, and his whole body was like a sack of air that had been drained out.

The dragon monster was able to escape from the gap at this moment, and he dodged ten meters with endless palpitations.

Yan Bikong only had a pair of eyes and still stared at the woman of unknown origin, but she was already like a wandering soul. He didn't know what he was humming in a low voice, and the same vague name kept appearing at the corners of his mouth.

This woman is the same as Haifeisi, but her face is as indifferent as frost, and a pale face seems to have never smiled. She is only one line away from perfection, but no one can notice that line. Even the indifference of that day seems to be more inexplicable attraction than Sister Haishen.

With this indifference, the same face and body look more mature than Hefeisi.

In the surprise of everyone, more surprising things happened again.

With a pat, a red palm print appeared on Yan Bikong's face, which was countless times harder than Xue Jing Bingling, and his five fingers were clearly visible.

Su Yong, who sprayed blood, almost forgot his pain and widened his eyes in surprise.

He is deeply aware of the strength of Yan Bikong's limbs. If it hadn't been for the king's own use of blood on his face, even if he cut the face with a blood knife, he would not have cut these fingerprints.

The woman didn't seem to understand her hatred. A pair of ice and snow plain hands continued to move, claping a round of madness and twitching. In an instant, she left countless palm prints on Yan Bikong's face and neck, and it was about to turn into a pig's head.

"To relieve hatred?" I don't know whether Yan Bikong's face is sad or happy, but he hummed this sentence numbly and emotionlessly.

"I haven't been able to find you, but I didn't expect you to hide in the ground." Yan Bikong continued to talk to himself.

The woman didn't talk, but her hands seemed to be tired and finally stopped.

"That's a misunderstanding..." Yan Bikong continued to say.

"Shut up." The woman shouted fiercely and interrupted the low voice from the pig-headed red face. With this angry shout, a plain hand raised again, and the posture was about to split.

Yan Bikong's eyes flashed, but he said stubbornly, "If you don't understand your hatred, please continue. I can stand it."

"Clap." This crisp sound almost patted Yan Bikong's nose on his chin.

But the woman was stunned when she looked at the blood flowing from Yan Bikong's nostrils, and the second palm stopped in the air without patting it.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were stunned and silent. After Su Yong made a difficult gesture, everyone began to retreat quietly. And the dragon monster seemed to be extremely afraid of the woman. Unexpectedly, he stood behind him with his hands down, respectfully and did not dare to make up.

Under the tattered palace wall here, a group of people have begun to treat Su Yong, who has vomited three liters of blood, among which there is a magic doctor who has already been summoned.

For a long time.

I don't know what happened at the mouth of the cave. But the strange woman finally came to Su Yong, who was being sanitationed by everyone.

"My name is Qiqi." She looked up curiously at Haishen's sister Haifeisi, and looked at Su Yongdao without any emotion.

"Hello." Su Yong's voice was very gentle and friendly, like talking to a good friend.

"Do you know me?" Qiqi's indifferent face finally showed a trace of surprise.

"I should have thought of it." Su Yong shook his head: "I have been to Black Selange, the temple of Lord Yan Bikong, and the statue of yours." When he approached at this moment, he finally saw the mole on the woman's face. That's the only difference from Hefeisi, and the only imperfect one.

Qiqi looked at the shining eyes on his pale and bloodless face: "If there had been a smart friend like you thousands of years ago, maybe I would have a completely different ending with him."

"That's none of your business. I don't have the honor." Su Yong shook his head again.

He was stunned and silent for a long time again.

"Maybe I should take you to the underground palace."

Su Yong took a breath in his chest and squeezed out a smile: "I think so too." He sighed and pointed to the black cannons in the distance: "I'm abrupt. Fortunately, I didn't cause any harm." If there are Chinese ancestors in the deep cave, how advanced are the weapons in it? Can these later earth cannons be compared?

"What I want most is to be able to meet your master." Su Yong looked at the face that turned a little red because of indifference and dissolved, and said word by word: "No matter what the problem is, I hope to face it together. Because we are all human beings."

"Master?" Seventy-one was stunned and looked at him curiously: "There is no master in the underground palace, only nine gods, guarding nine positions respectively." She pointed to the dragon monster behind her and said, "Every god's subordinates are different, and our central entrance is the strongest one among them."

What about the star king of the earth? Su Yong almost shouted in surprise. But he thought for a long time and finally pointed to Yan Bikong not far away: "What's wrong with him?"

"I won't kill him." Qiqi's sentence returned to indifference, and a slight hum came out of his small nose.

Su Yong laughed. Looking at the black snow king who turned into a pig's head, he thought: Although this guy is cold, he is an infatuated man. It seems that there is still a chance.

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