Chapter 110 It's time to let go

The power of the guy in his body seems to be suppressed by Chengying.

I tried to move my fingers and found that my body could already move. It was no problem to open my mouth and speak or hit a straight fist on my blurred face, but I don't want to move now, because Chengying used a more radical way to get me out of control. In the most popular language, this radical way is mine. The body was pierced by Chengying with his hand.

It was very painful, and then it seemed to be a little numb.

I can feel that there are two auras in conflict in my body, one is attached to me, and the other is shadowed. Among them, the former's spiritual power was slightly weak, and he was controlled by Chengying after struggling for a while. I think if that guy insists on attaching to me and refuses to evacuate, he should be directly shaken by Chengying with spiritual power the next second.

This is a very convenient and effective method for a fuzzy face - he only focused on the attack of the old man's words and spirit, and did not expect that Chengying would directly adopt such an extreme approach, so he was stunned on the spot until Chengying repeated his previous words again and made a decision to attach the guy directly to me. The shocked action urgently ordered the other party to withdraw, and then looked at Chengying with an extremely complicated look and nodded worriedly: "You are cruel enough."

I also think he is tough enough.

cheng ying accepted the vague praise with a blank face, dragged me back with one hand, found that I stood still like a piece of wood, and frowned slightly doubtfully.

Don't ask me how I saw him with my back, because he asked me directly in a doubtful tone the next second: "Why are you standing still?"

"Your right hand - still stuck in my body -" I gritted my teeth and gasped. Is this ancient sword lord really without common sense or false? This obvious thing also needs to ask, can't he think that ordinary people will jump lightly as if nothing had happened when they were stabbed in a hole with a sword?

Chengying suddenly realized that his conscience finally found that he held me and didn't move. After the old man over there met with the vest, he also quickly solved the minions released from his fuzzy face. The combat effectiveness of the vest is weaker than mine for the time being, but the consultation has covered the whole rooftop at this moment. I smiled very safely at my fuzzy face in the green light and said coldly, "Well, do you still want to continue to fight with us now?"

"No." The fuzzy face shook his head and looked up at me very sincerely. "I would like to know how you will treat it later."

"This kind of thing doesn't bother you--!" I sprayed a mouthful of blood half a meter away, and then I saw a sharp pain when the red blood rolled through my ribs.

To be honest, my current situation is a little bad. Now it hurts when I move, and even my breathing feels that the cold wind is pumping directly into my lungs. If possible, I really want to faint now and sleep until the day before the destruction of the earth, but at this critical moment when I need to make a statement, both human and non-humans like to The right to speak was kicked to me, so I could only look at the blurred face trembling while gasping: "If you have nothing else to say, go back and talk to the nine-tailed beast bastard... I have no intention to turn to him at all. By the way, please bring me another sentence. Although it is a Taoist responsibility to defeating demons and eliminate demons, I think I am not his right. The hand has only five combat effectiveness in front of him..."

Chengying was probably very unhappy when he heard this, his body stiffened, and even the hand that was still inserted in my body trembled.

So my internal organs and lungs also trembled, but I suppressed the trembling of appearance with my tenacious will and finished it quickly: "So I'm not going to trouble him or hope he will come to trouble me. If you understand, please tell him that we won't interfere with each other..."

The blurred face narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "I will convey your opinion to the boss, but I can't guarantee whether he will adopt it."

"No matter if he guarantees you get out of here now." I raised my right hand and waved it impatiently. After hanging down, I had no strength to lift it.

God bless that I'm really about to overdraw my physical strength to the limit... If my fuzzy face is still on the rooftop and refuse to leave, I will really fall asleep and wait for them to fight by themselves.

But then again...

Where is Bi Xie's waste material!! Where did you die!! Even if you are a road idiot, you should take a taxi! For Mao, the battle on the rooftop is almost over, but it hasn't appeared yet! How long will it take for him to go out for makeup?

Finally, the blurred face did not crooked any more. He just sighed, looked at me deeply, and jumped off the rooftop as soon as he turned around. Behind him, a large area of darkness quickly disappeared like magic, and the heavy rain clouds above his head slowly dispersed. The low pressure covering the roof gradually calmed down. Only a few pieces of cloth torn from the vest and bath towel were still scattered on the ground alone, proving that there was indeed an unsuitable struggle for children just now.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his head, and began to summarize the information he had just collected very seriously: "That guy's ability is stronger than expected. Although he did not see the prototype, his spiritual power at the moment of his explosion was definitely more than 4,000, and he obviously did not do his best. 4000 is definitely not the limit. If this guy is a soldier under the nine-tailed fox, the ability of the nine-tailed fox simply dares to infer. In addition, the pile of things he just summoned..."

As he said, he turned around and looked at me, who was half lying in Chengying's arms to support the corpse. "What's wrong with you, Mo Yuan?"

I opened my lips, and before I could speak, the old man's eyes moved to my ribs again. After seeing Chengying's half of his hand still exposed, he was shocked: "What are you--!"

"What are you shouting?" Chengying interrupted the old man very plainly, "That is, I stabbed him, but he didn't stab him in the heart. He can't die at all. He can recover after going back and dressing."

The man was still shocked and speechless, and the waistcoat also moved his doubtful eyes to my ribs, and then screamed and put on the face of the world famous painting "Shouting" with him.

Chengying was a little speechless. He let go of my other hand and pressed his head, and shouted "Don't let it" several times before the two embarrassing goods finally stopped. Then Chengying finally remembered that I didn't seem to have expressed my opinion until now, so he slowly pulled his hand out of my ribs and looked down at me doubtfully: "Why are you still so white?"

I gritted my teeth and took a breath, pulled down his collar with all my strength, tried harder, and finally tried my best to shake a sentence: "... stabbed my lungs, asshole!"

Then his eyes darkened and his whole body lost consciousness.

In a trance, I seemed to have a dream. The era in the dream was a long ancient era. Naturally, I, who didn't even remember the eight honors and eight shames, could not verify which era I dreamed of. I only knew that they were wearing ancient costumes with waists, and the men had long hair and wrapped them high with cloth. And I tossed up and down in a narrow space, without a clear consciousness, but I knew what was going on outside.

I heard someone talking outside, as if asking when it was good, and then a voice responded faintly, but it was not ready yet.

What hasn't been done yet?

I don't know, I can't see anything in this chaotic darkness, but it's extremely hot around me, and all the molecules in the air seem to be burning. The feeling of being so hot that I want to roll is very uncomfortable, so I can't bear to mobilize my strength and try to reach out my hand in the direction of the sound--< /P>

The bright light suddenly shone from above.

The blue sky suddenly appeared seemed to reflect all the sunlight, making people unable to open their eyes, and the large number of birds flying in an instant made me feel even more anxious.

I subconsciously withdrew my hand to block the sun, but at this time I touched someone's hand reaching out to me. The hand, with the cold temperature, seemed to shrink after touching me, and soon reached forward again and held me tightly.

...who...?

My eyes still couldn't open, and my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand up. I only knew that the man's hand was the only special existence in the narrow space that made me keep rolling, so I pulled him desperately and refused to let go. In an instant, I felt the man tremble slightly, and then something flowed slowly along my wrist. Come down.

Then, I heard the man's voice, unexpectedly soft and young. It was a young girl who held my hand and said to the person next to me quite happily, "The sword is cast! I can touch it."

Sword...?

is...what does it mean...?

I slowly opened my eyes and faintly saw the voice of the man with his back to me through the rising fog. She was happily saying something to the person next to me. I couldn't hear the specific content clearly. When I looked at my wrist along the ** flowing to my chest, I found that she was holding my hand and bleeding.

Different from her cold body temperature, her blood is warm and not hot, but it gives me a soft and comfortable feeling. In this sultry and narrow space, the cold feeling from her hands made me indulge like poison.

I don't know how long I will be trapped here and when I will get out, but I'm very anxious now, because I already have the will to feel everything in the outside world. The sultry temperature that I didn't realize before is absolutely unbearable for me now, so I subconsciously pull She tightened her hand and wanted to use her strength to get out of this narrow space.

However, I saw more bright red ** flowing down the palm of my hand and her, rolling with me in the rising fog.

...It turned out that she was injured.

And the reason why she was injured was that I kept holding her.

I was silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at her face in the dense fog. She still didn't look back, but looked at what she kept insisting on and saying something. When more bright red ** flowed down my wrist to my chest and was evaporated by the sultry heat, I could finally hear what she and others said. She said believe me. The sword is really cast. You see, I can touch the blade bleeding.

The man next to him answered lazily, and then yawned reluctantly and looked at me. He didn't see me. He only saw her bleeding hand, but his face changed quickly. Then he looked at her and said, "It's time for you to let go."

"Otherwise, you will be more seriously injured."

Yes, it's time to let go.

Otherwise, I will be hurt more seriously.

I thought vaguely, slowly loosened her hand, closed my eyes, and went into the dream again.