54 Mission

"Xiao Fengchuan!" Yao Ling rushed over and grabbed Fengchuan's collar, and his whole body hung on Fengchuan.

"What are you doing!"

"Xiao Fengchuan, you lied to me again! You bastard!"

"You let go of me, go down!"

"When the bubble broke, you were seriously injured by picking stars! You are so stubborn to kill down the mountain, and now you still want to be strong!"

The blood on Fengchuan's chest quickly wet Yao Ling's clothes.

From the middle of the mountain, Fengchuan has been turning his back to Yaoling, not to let her see him... The bleeding is already very serious.

"That's because I like to fight and work hard. I have nothing to do with you, idiot!"

"I hate being protected by you unconditionally!"

The tears in Yao Ling's eyes made Fengchuan unable to argue.

He had to stretch out his arm and hold the distant spirit close to him.

"Yao Ling, listen to me, you have been recognized as a soul hunter by the demon clan. Now their purpose is to kill you and get the soul."

He whispered gently in Yuanling's ear, leaned over and put her down.

"And our mission, the sixth son, is to protect you."

He rubbed Yao Ling's hair.

"My mission is to protect you."

Yao Ling watched Fengchuan rush to Yan Lixi with his sword in his eyes.

She knows that her combat effectiveness has been surpassed by Fengchuan.

He is a genius and was born to hold a sword.

It's not that Yao Ling doesn't believe him. But...

She pulled out her swords and crossed them into a cross in front of her chest.

"Fengchuan, you have a mission that you deserve to do whatever you want, and I also have it."

The distant blade of the sword slid down and gently picked it up like a moon in the water.

"My mission is to fight side by side with you."

Fengchuan found the beam of light behind him.

He turned around and saw the light of flowing clouds and snow, which was already full of Yaoling's whole arms.

The snow and moon are shining.

It has condensed quite an amazing power of ice and snow, but... I'm afraid that Yaoling doesn't have enough power to send the sword front out!

Yao Ling's persistent and reluctant expression made Fengchuan helpless.

Blood has dyed his left trouser leg bright red.

Although...

The Queen of Disaster will only make things worse, but...

Go for it!

Anyway, I've been with her so many times before and I haven't died. It's not bad this time!

Fengchuan's blood-stained left hand held Yao Ling's right hand and held the sword in her hand high.

Just help her complete this move!

"No, I can't stand it anymore, Xiao Fengchuan, lend me that hand!"

"Ah? What? You don't have the strength!"

Fengchuan and Yao Ling face to face, holding her two hands.

"No, you are too tall to block my sight! Squat down a little bit!"

"Squat? It's so ugly!"

"Whatever, anyway, go short!"

Fengchuan simply lay down on his back to form a slope. He held his hands hard, and the two swords of Liuyun and Xue were staggered and shot out!

It's not easy to maintain this posture... It's difficult to master the balance...

In particular, the sight is completely blocked by the two forks in front of Yaoling's chest, but full of elasticity and youthful vitality...

Because her neckline is too big to tear a little, it seems that she can still see deep...

"I shot, I hit it!"

Yao Ling danced happily and didn't remember that she was still stepping on a person under her feet.

She moved harder, and now she can see it clearly.

Fengchuan's feet slipped, and the two fell to the ground.

Yao Ling looked up to confirm whether Yan Lixi was really injured.

She only saw a black figure blocking Yan Lixi.

Black back.

A sword of style.

Xia Gulin.

It's the right time!

"Welcome you from afar, it's cool, I'm suffocated by you..."

Yao Ling stepped on her body and knelt up, which was quite comfortable. Anyway, I didn't feel any pain when I fell down just now.

Fengchuan took a deep breath while getting up. Good boy, I was not killed by the murder weapon, but I was almost suffocated by the chest * device!

"Huh? Fengchuan, why do you have blood on your face? It's strange... Did he hit you in the face just now?"

Fengchuan slowly straightened up. Yao Ling knelt on his lap.

"Hey, can you come down... Do you treat the wounded like this..."

"I think you are almost better now, and your eyes are bright and your face is red..."

Fengchuan covered the wound.

I lost too much blood and I have no strength.

If you want to be strong, you have to have a limit.

"You two, let's go. I'll leave it here."

So the two brothers turned into a single fight without a lottery.

Everything is as Fengchuan expected. What winner determines the fate of the hostages? It's just a handsome line...

"Hey, I can't stand up. Hold me."

"Will Xiao Fengchuan, who is as strong as a cow, not stand up? Don't pretend!"

"The battle is over. Now it's time to be lazy. Hurry up!"

Yao Ling put Fengchuan's arm on his shoulder.

"Is this okay?"

"Well, let's go."

"I don't even know how to say thank you..."

"Thank you... I know you so well!"

The moon is west to the west.

Far away from Ling Fengchuan flew back to Wufu with a sword.

Fengchuan leaned on the shoulder of the distant spirit and made no sound.

...Are you asleep?

"Hey, Xiao Fengchuan, are you asleep or dead?"

Yao Ling poked Fengchuan behind him with his elbow.

I accidentally exerted too much force.

"Hey, don't fall down!"

Yao Ling grabbed Fengchuan's arm around his waist, and the flying sword swayed in the air for a long time before it gradually stabilized.

Xiao Fengchuan......

Thank you.

The two people at the foot of the mountain looked up at the distant flying sword.

Xia Gulin shook off the dust on his sleeve.

"Just now... why did you block that blow for me?"

The last blow of Yao Ling just now did not hit Yan Lixi. The unparalleled sword is very powerful, but it is not enough to hit a master of this level.

And... it was blocked by Xia Gulin with only his sleeves.

"You did this to make Yao Ling think that her sword * Wushuang hit me."

Yan Lixi put the sword into the sheath.

"Do you want Yao Ling to regain her self-confidence and make her feel that she still has a place to use... Do you love this 'hunting soul' so much?"

Xia Gulin was silent.

He gave orders to his brothers a long time ago. If you find the soul hunting, you will kill the soul and not give the demon clan any chance to get the soul.

But now he protects a hunting soul like this.

Is it still disguised?

No, it's not necessary.

Or is your heart soft?

No, it's not like him.

What the hell...

For the first time, Yan Lixi found that she couldn't understand her brother's style.

Or...

As long as the hunting soul exists in this world, things such as hunting and practicing evil spirits will continue to happen; the struggle between the demon clan and the human world will never stop.

Therefore, only the complete transformation of the hunting soul into nothing is the most straightforward way.

This is also the last hope of the human world.

Xia Gulin will never be soft-hearted.

It doesn't matter if you sacrifice one of the six princes.

It doesn't matter if the benefactors of the sixth son are sacrificed.

The distant spirit must die. Not only death, but also the soul must be scattered.

There are also two unsand-find hunters, which must also...

"Brother." Xia Gu changed the topic, "Brother has also learned to play tricks. Unexpectedly, he used the method of steading..."

Soldiers are never tired of cheating.

Xia Gulin didn't expect that his brother did not hesitate to use this kind of means that he was quite despised in order to collect hunting souls.

Even if the demon really subdued the world, Yan Lixi is just a subordinate.

What's the point?

Xia Gulin also found that he didn't understand his brother.

But it doesn't matter.

"Let's fight again in the future."

Xia Gulin's Xifeng Sword is also silent.

This will be a protracted war, and we are not in a hurry to win tonight.

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"Xiao Fengchuan, the recent meal is too bad..."

Yao Ling lazily poked the rice with his chopsticks.

In fact, rice should not be poked, only rice is normal.

There is no salt in all the dishes!

"Papa".

Xiao Fengchuan patted his chopsticks on the table.

"What the hell? I'll make something for you with a wound. How dare you complain that it's not delicious?"

"It's not that it's not delicious, it's hard to eat!"

"What can I do? Brother Nan Ge told me that I can't eat food that tastes too heavy!"

"Then you can't let everyone accompany you to eat tasteless meals!"

Big - home?

There are only two people beside the huge round table, Yao Ling and Feng Chuan.

Fireworks and Taiping ate too many snacks in the morning and directly omitted lunch. Looking from afar, they seem to be playing in the pavilion... skipping rope?

The relationship is very good.

A strange guy who has a phobia of strangers and a strange guy who only knows how to eat... In short, these two weirdos who don't like to talk have become good friends.

Yao Ling held his cheek and watched desperately as Xiao Fengchuan picked up the bowl and pulled the rice into his mouth desperately.

In fact, he is the weirdest weirdo...

I was so seriously injured the day before yesterday, but now it looks like nothing is wrong on the surface.

"Remote Spirit."

Fengchuan put down the clean bowl, "What are you going to do today?"

"Go to Mr. Nange to practice writing. How about you?"

I haven't seen you for a few days, but I feel like I haven't seen Mr. Nan Ge for months. Is this "not seeing you for a day, like three autumns after three autumns"? Hee hee...

"Well, your handwriting is quite ugly. You have to practice it well."

Hateful Xiao Fengchuan!

"You haven't answered me yet - what are you going to do today? Shouldn't it be lying back to **?"

Xiao Fengchuan began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Normally, there are many maids in Wufu who don't need him to do it, but he is used to it.

"Ah. Brother Nange asked me to lie down as long as I could.

If you can lie down, just lie down... How on earth did Xiao Fengchuan understand this sentence! If it's all like this, you have to come out to cook... idiot.

Yao Ling helped Fengchuan clean up the table.

"Well, don't make dinner... I'll ask Sister Fireworks to make something for us."

"Ha?"

"I mean... you'd better have a rest and don't move!"

Fengchuan smiled softly and looked at the distant spirit with playful eyes.

What...what's going on? Do you have to sympathize with him a little and be seen through?

"Your fireworks sister is tired enough to help take care of the child, and let her cook... Can you bear it?"

Yao Ling cleared his throat: "In a word, the conclusion is that I have had enough of your tasteless meal! I'll let Sister Fireworks do it a little lighter - anyway, it's not with you!"

Fengchuan looked at the distant spirit and ran straight to the pavilion. He was tripped over by the flower rope deliberately tied between the two pavilion pillars by Taiping.

Needless to say, it's face down again...

Oh, what a girl who can't help it.

Fengchuan's eyes quickly moved away from Yao Ling, who pointed to Ying Taiping's nose and cursed.

He quietly observed the fireworks. She just smiled without saying a word, pulling away the distant spirit and peace that were fighting together.

It seems to be a naughty child.

This natural motherhood...

It even reminded Fengchuan of his own mother who had passed away.

It doesn't seem to be installed.

Are fireworks really good people? Not a spy?