Chapter 0147 Butterfly is difficult to fly

The Taoist priest shouted again, "This is the last condition. If it doesn't work, I will kill her. There are still so many people buried with the death of the miscellaneous family, Jie Jie."

Zhuo's extraordinary eyes gradually became firm and said to Bai Bing, "Xiao Bai, don't persuade me. Take everyone away first. I'll be fine."

"Are you crazy?" Bai Bing said anxiously, "Don't you care about your life and death at all?"

"Once they think they are ready to defend themselves, she will definitely die. I'm not the same. Killing me will only bring them more trouble. There is a certain danger possibility, and I am also afraid of death, and it is also worth doing this business." Zhuo Fan said, looking at Bai Bing's eyes.

"However, you don't care about your life and death. Brothers care. Can you really ignore your own safety for the sake of the little bell?" Bai Bing was a little moved, but she was more worried.

Zhuo Fan patted her on the shoulder and said, "This is my decision."

The rules have been set in Shenlong Mountain, and this final decision means that there can be no longer be opposed.

Bai Bing lowered her head grimly, and the woman's intuition of danger once again told her that Zhuo Fan should not leave a small bell to replace her, but there was no sufficient reason to oppose him doing so except for his safety.

The Dragon Army has begun to make some preparations, all of which fell in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest upstairs.

He quietly put his mouth to the ear of the little bell, and the Taoist priest whispered with a treacherous smile, "It seems that you are really useful. Hey, to tell you the truth, in fact, I'm really interested in this boy. Tut, in the first battle of Haishan Pass, he became a powerful general, and now, he has actually made such a terrible private soldier. If you kill him here, the right prime minister will be very happy, Jie Jie." With that, the Taoist priest smiled proudly in the ear of the little bell. Originally, he didn't have to tell Xiao Lingdang about this, but it was really boring that no one would appreciate it.

The little bell's face changed greatly and looked at Zhuo Fan, who was about to come downstairs, and shouted, "Infan, no, don't come here. He will kill you, he will kill you!" Stupid, go back, go back!"

"Jie Jie, call it. No matter what you say, he will definitely come over." The Taoist priest said with a treacherous smile, looking at the little bell, as if he was enjoying one of his proudest works.

Sure enough, Zhuo Fan looked up and said easily, "Good boy, it's okay. I believe that my husband won't joke about his life." Yes, the worst ending is just a life for a life. For the sake of the little bell, he has decided to take a risk.

The little bell is in a hurry. Zhuo Bofan has taken a flower downstairs. The soldiers guard downstairs have made way. They will complete the exchange in the building, and then Zhuo Bofan will leave the Taoist priest behind him alone.

The Taoist priest's attention was also temporarily attracted by the scene downstairs, and it was wonderful to watch the real prey step into the trap under the action of bait.

Suddenly, the small bell that was restrained by his arm hit backwards and almost hit the door of the Taoist priest. The sudden attack did not cause any damage to the Taoist priest, but it surprised him and let go of his arm. It was this loose, the soft white clothes flashed, and the little bell had jumped out of the platform.

"No~"

"No! ~”

The Taoist priest and the extraordinary looking up downstairs exclaimed at the same time.

The Taoist priest stretched out his arm like lightning, but only grabbed a corner of his clothes. The fragile corner of his clothes broke in vain. In the air, the flying white clothes were like flying butterflies. The three-story palace-style building was very high, and the falling bell finally glanced at her husband in the air.

This life is so short that many regrets are sad, because with you, I will say goodbye to loneliness and no longer hesitate. At this moment, I turned into a butterfly and flew away alone. I don't hate the sky, just because this is what I want.

A drop of crystal tears lingers in the air, but the weak man could not be retained by the extraordinary cry of despair. A figure rose from the ground, but there was no time to stop him before hitting the second-layer eaves.

"peng~~"

The glass splashed, and a flower rushed into the air. It only caught the weak body that rolled out after being hit by the second layer of eaves, and rolled back to the ground in the air.

Zhuo Fan shouted and rushed up. Before he received the two, he splashed a few drops of scarlet on his face. In the air, the sprinkling plum blossoms scattered the last beauty in the world.

On the edge of the three-layer eaves, the Taoist priest was still stretching out his hand and a piece of white cloth at his fingertips. Suddenly, he raised his head in horror and looked at the periphery downstairs, and his eyes were full of black muzzles.

Suddenly, countless epitar flowers bloomed in the whole courtyard, and there was only a blood red left in front of the Taoist priest.

The eaves on the whole three floors were smashed in an instant. In the splashing debris and dust, the Taoist body flew up strangely and rolled back half a circle and fell without vitality. The whole person has almost turned into a rag.

A flower held the little bell tightly and rolled on the ground a few times and finally stopped. Zhuo Fan flew up, hugged the two, and grabbed the little bell from the arms of a flower.

The little bell had no consciousness and closed his eyes, but there was no pain or sadness on his face, but with a smile. However, the white face is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. A terrible wound on her forehead that can reach the bone, blood gurgling out, and the whole right cheek has been seriously bruised. The most terrible thing is that black and purple blood is constantly pouring out of her mouth.

"No! ~", a burst of heartbreaking pain rose from the bottom of my heart, and the feeling of heartache turned out to be so unbearable.

Zhuo Bufan, who was in a hurry, wanted to hold down the surging blood, with his hands, his cheeks, and his favorite chest with a small bell. However, the blood still gushed out uncontrollably, and he could feel that life was quickly leaving the weak body held tightly in his arms.

"Let me do it!" A flower finally passed the disordered breath and grabbed the small bell in Zhuo Bofan's arms. Zhuo Bofan was about to explode, but he thought of something and quickly helped a flower carefully put the small bell on the flat ground.

A silver light flashed in the hand of a flower, and several embroidered needles as thin as cattle hair flashed. At this moment, the sharp weapon of killing has become a tool to save people. His right hand flashed, flashing like a wind between the chest and abdomen of the little bell. Soon, Zhuo Fan's blood stopped.

"Yes, that's great, that's it." Zhuo shouted incoherently. How did he forget the ancient and magical medical skills of China? No one knows the structure of blood more than a flower with a high skill.

A branch of flower was not proud at all. After stopping the blood from the mouth of the little bell, he rubbed it a few times between the little bell's waist and abdomen, and then plucked it out with an embroidered needle and sighed.

"The internal injury is very serious..." A flower raised its head and looked at the extraordinary full of hope and said, "I'm afraid it's a lack of skills."