Chapter 42 People in the Rain

The sharp dagger with a trace of black gas penetrated deeply into Yan Ji's waist. The blood slowly dripped down the blade of the dagger and dyed the clothes around the wound red in an instant, but then the bright red blood turned black again, which was obviously poisoned on the dagger.

After Yan Ji was stabbed by a dagger, the light red light that rushed forward immediately hit his chest. He immediately felt a hot airflow into his body and burned like a flame in his body. After that, his whole body lost consciousness, paralyzed, and could not exert any strength at all.

At this moment, Yan Ji is like a broken kite, staggering down.

Until now, he remembered that there was a strange man named "Thousand-faced Langjun" in Lianhua Valley, who could make himself look like anyone and kill people before it happened, often giving people the most unexpected "surprises".

In Yinglong Villa, he was calculated once by the same method.

The clouds are still windy, thunder and lightning, and dark clouds are a little lower. It seems that a rainstorm is coming.

Duanmu picked flowers and stood proudly in the dark clouds. He glanced at the place where the teenager fell below and saw countless blood crows rushing crazily to the falling teenager, and saw that the teenager couldn't live. She raised an indifferent smile at the corners of her mouth and whispered, "Brother, although this man is dead, you still can't survive..."

A brief melancholy flashed from the corners of Duanmu's eyes, but immediately regained his charming look. He said to the thousand-faced man in black robe and black veil behind him: "The source of divine fire will be born in Xiaoxiang. In any case, we will grab the divine fire, and then take out the 'shocking sword' and dominate the world!"

Qianmian Langjun nodded and answered her in a voice that could not distinguish whether it was a man or a woman, "Everything is ready. We are bound to get it."

Duanmu picked flowers and smiled slightly, and then stopped talking. A pair of soft eyes stared at the distance, as if he had fallen into some kind of meditation. Behind her, Qianmian Langjun did not disturb her. His deep eyes stared at her back, looking at her.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of sword sound came from below, like a phoenix, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.

At the same time, the two were awakened by the sound of swords and immediately looked down. They saw that in the black blood crows below, there was a bright and unobstructive blue light. Before long, the blue light scattered thousands of blood crows, forming a resolute cyan aperture, blocking the blood crows.

Qianmian Langjun frowned and said to Duanmu picking flowers, "Since he can lift his 'centrifugal spell', he must no longer be troubled by 'centrifugal spell' anymore. We have miscalculated."

He was covered with a black veil and couldn't see what his expression was now.

Duanmu picked flowers and looked at the dark blue aperture below, waved his sleeve robe, and groaned coldly, "What's the matter? Kill him again!"

Qianmian Langjun didn't do anything immediately. He looked at her beautiful side face from behind Duanmu picking flowers and asked, "Didn't you say that although he was dead, his brother still couldn't survive?"

Duanmu picked flowers and looked back at Qianmian Langjun and said coldly, "But did I say I wouldn't kill him?"

Thousand-faced Langjun answered, bowed to Duanmu and picked flowers and said, "If you kill him, you will feel better, then kill him. I will help you."

With that, the two of them turned into a light mass of light and flew down.

As soon as the two light masses of light fell to the ground and could see the situation on the ground clearly in the future, they were surrounded by the dense blue sword spirit like a rainstorm.

The wind rose, the clouds moved, the sword light flashed, and the roaring sword spirit was overwhelming, wrapping the two of them tightly in it and devoured them.

After a while, when the Xuanqing sword dispersed, Yan Ji held the Jinghong fairy sword and stood three feet away behind them. A few drops of blood fell on the blade of the Jinghong sword.

When Yan Ji saw this, he found that he had been able to attack. He quickly turned around and looked at Duanmu picking flowers. Unexpectedly, he did not find any wounds on Duanmu picking flowers. His whole body looked intact, but he did not know where he was injured.

At this time, Qianmian Langjun also found a few drops of blood dripping from the edge of the rainbow sword, frowned slightly, and said to the Duanmu picking flowers beside him, "Are you injured? Does it matter?"

Duanmu picked flowers and shook his head gently and sneered, "Of course, it doesn't matter. Although he was attacked, he was not unconscious. It's more than enough to kill him!"

After picking flowers, Duanmu turned to look at Yan Ji and said with a faint smile, "Little guy, how long can I see how long you can struggle?"

Yan Ji was not afraid at all. She raised Jinghong in front of her and pointed to her and said slowly, "Although I can't finish killing the fierce beasts you called, there must have been a saying that capturing the king first. As long as you are solved, those fierce beasts will not attack and break themselves!"

Duanmu picked flowers and listened to Yan Ji's words, and suddenly frowned. Unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood fog spewed out. Only five words were squeezed out intermittently from her mouth: "He... on the sword... quenched!"

While talking, Duanmu's face turned pale, as if it were the face of a dead man. Then, she slowly closed her eyes and fell down.

About Yan Ji's quenching of poison on the sword, it was not deliberately done by Yan Ji. The day before yesterday, in the battle with the Holy Dragon Killer Greedy Wolf, Jinghong was stained with the strange poison released by the Greed Wolf, which has not disperse until now, so that the current situation has emerged.

Qianmian Langjun quickly came forward to catch the body of Duanmu picking flowers, and a pair of terrible eyes stared at Yan Ji, as if to remind Yan Ji to be more careful in the future.

When Qianmian Langjun left with Duanmu picking flowers, thousands of poisonous insects and beasts around him also dispersed.

Yan Ji finally couldn't stand it. He sat on the ground and kept vomiting blood foam in his mouth, and the bean-sized sweat on his forehead rolled down.

The successive battles have made him collapse. Now he only feels dizzy, and his hands and feet seem to be no longer his own. He doesn't have the strength to control them to support his body. He has to lie on the ground and gasp and slowly recover his physical strength.

A rumble of thunder sounded. Before long, I only heard the originally quiet field, and there was a "buzzing" sound, and it was bean-sized raindrops swarmed down.

On a hot summer day, the rain was warm. Yan Ji was washed away by the warm rain and did not feel much uncomfortable. Instead, he had a comfortable feeling. He slowly closed his eyes and thought it was taking a hot bath.

At night, it was dark everywhere, and I couldn't see my fingers. The pouring rain was still pouring, but the rain was no longer warm at this moment. The cold and piercing raindrops, accompanied by the strong wind, Yan Ji trembled and lay in the muddy water, curled up into a ball.

He rested for a long time and gradually regained some strength, but he still didn't have the strength to stand and walk, so he could only crawl forward in the muddy water.

The falling rain like a curtain kept washing him, making him afraid to open his eyes. He could only identify a direction and crawl forward slowly, hoping to find a place to temporarily shelter from the rain.

He didn't get what he wanted, and his little extravagant hope. He didn't recover much. He only crawled for a short distance, then lay on the ground and couldn't move, curled up in the muddy puddles.

At this time, the wind and rain poured down, and the rain seemed to be bigger. The cool wind blowing from the rain was as cold as the cold wind in winter, which made him tremble. He just thought that if he suddenly returned to the hot afternoon, it would be very comfortable, right?

"Senior sister must have escaped, and she must be safe now."

Yan Ji thought so in her heart, with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, as if there was nothing to worry about. Then he reached out and covered his eyes, tried not to let the rain rush into his eyes, and lay in the depression like this.

He was drenched in the downpour, and I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, he felt that there were no raindrops falling on his face, but now the rain statement is still ringing. Obviously, the rain will not stop.

Yan Ji moved his palm away from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. In the dark night, he vaguely saw a white oil paper umbrella blocking his face. He calmed down and found that the umbrella man under the umbrella was his senior sister Liang Xiangling.

"Is this a dream?"

Yan Ji's heart was so doubtful that he remembered a dream he often had. The dream was like this rainy night or snowy night. He stayed alone in the rain and snow, trembling with cold and shivering.

Whenever I dream of this scene, my senior sister Liang Xiangling will always appear with a paper umbrella to shelter him from the wind and rain, and look at him with a smile...

But immediately, he immediately remembered the terrible scene in the dream. This dream always disappeared with the sudden departure of his senior sister, and ended his awakening. From then on, he was still alone.

So, he suddenly stood up with some strength, rushed forward, clutched Liang Xiangling's soft and boneless hands, and said hoarsely, "Sister, don't go! Don't leave me!"

"Well, brother, I'm not leaving! I'm here to take you back."

Yan Ji listened to the gentle voice and felt that his body was tightly held in his arms by his hands stretched out by his senior sister, and there was a faint warmth from his soft body to his cold body. The air inhaled in his nose was still fragrant.

All this seems to be true, and all the feelings are real, not dreams.

Yan Ji calmed down. His salted pig hand and ghostly pinched Liang Xiangling's shoulder a few times. He felt the softness in his hand. His heart jumped and quickly shouted happily, "So this is not a dream?"

Liang Xiangling was shocked by her little brother's behavior. The delicate beauty's pale cheeks turned out with a faint blush. She pushed her face to lie in the rain and roared at him, "What do you stinky boy want to do?"

Yan Ji fell into the water and immediately woke up. He quickly apologized to Liang Xiangling and said, "Sister, it's not what you think! I, I definitely don't... What do I want to do? I thought it was a dream! So I pinched you!"

Liang Xiangling frowned and scolded, "Bastard! Even if you think you are dreaming, you should pinch yourself! Why are you pinching me?"