Chapter 157 Mysterious Crying Year

Wang Wujian was shocked. He never thought that there would be such a high-temper "bandit" in the world. What on earth did he come from?

When the train fell further into the ground, Sikong Zixian fell to the ground like a thank-you ball, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of shock quickly submerged in the noise.

Wang Wujian came forward and quickly took it in his arms. His sweet face became more and more pale and weak like an old man who had been tortured by the disease for decades, which made people feel pity. Although his eyes were dim, he was a little unwilling and apologetic.

Wang Wujian didn't care that bending over would pull the wound. He slowly lowered her, half knelt on the ground and held her in his arms and blocked the wind and sand with his body. He strongly urged the martial soul to form a fiery red protective aperture to wrap the two people in it.

"It's better than... God's calculation..." Sikong Zixian squirmed at the corners of her mouth, gently spit out six words, and then fell into a coma.

In a short sentence, Wang Wujian suddenly fell into the sea of sorrow and was entangled. Originally, he complained that Sikong Zixian did not take revenge and did not hesitate to involve hundreds of lives. Looking back on her repeatedly serious Chen Nuo, "I will definitely not let you have a problem", Wang Wujian realized that what she did tonight was to kill or severely damage Qian Qian to get the antidote to Yin and Yang pills.

"Why are you so stupid..." Wang Wujian whispered, holding her head tightly in her chest, protecting her head in one hand, and holding her soft and elastic waist in the other, regardless of the fight and noise around her, as if to die indifferently.

Yu Chiyan's willow eyebrows beat slightly. She could only sigh for Sikong Zixian, but she was extremely confused about Wang Wujian's shocking move, and a faint extreme color flashed in her eyes.

The underground centipede stopped pouring out, and the centipede residue on the ground was quickly wiped out, and the black debris piled up on both sides of the canyon.

Qian Qian stared at the sand and gravel, pulled an injured man to quickly flash back to the valley to avoid the wind, and the others also rushed back one after another. However, the wind did not decrease at all because someone needed rescue. Qian Qian loudly commanded the man to drag the injured into the carriage for first aid.

Without the illumination of the soul light, the whole canyon fell into gray again.

Just as people were worried about the canyon full of fishy smell and centipede corpses, God automatically appeared and swept through the canyon with a violent whirlwind, and most of the wreckage on the ground was mostly cleaned.

The chaotic scene in the valley slowly stabilized as the wind decreased, but the panic made everyone unable to sleep.

After the unexpected attack just now, who began to worry? If the centipede came out from under his buttocks, he would not have a chance to open it again after closing his eyes.

The wind and sand continued until the dawn completely stopped. There was a thick layer of centipede corpses left in front of the small earth bag outside the valley, and there was no place to settle down. It can be imagined how many centipedes were killed last night, and it is even more difficult to imagine how many centipedes lurking in this huge Xuanlong pool?

Last night's blood skeleton had been buried, and the blood stains on the ground were cleaned by the strong wind, without a trace, as if nothing had happened, and everyone's enthusiasm was not damaged at all. On the new day, everyone fell into a persistent search again.

"Father, nine of us died, three were injured, and one of them was poisoned. I guess... it won't be until the morning..." Qian Jia reported the loss dejectedly.

Qian Qian sat on a broken box that had been hit. After hearing the words, he looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

"The third division is also dead..." Qian Jia's arrogant look was actually a little sad. Obviously, the third division was his right assistant.

Qian Qian frowned slightly, raised his head and stared at him, and then nodded indifferently.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Wang Wujian stayed next to Sikong Zixian all night. Seeing that she finally woke up, he asked eagerly. The emotion she brought to him was no longer the meaning of ordinary friends and best friends, but ignorant and sincere love.

"No, it's nothing." Sikong Zixian looked at him with a full face, raised a light smile, and slowly began to do it with his help.

"It's okay, it's all my fault..." Wang Wujian suddenly fell down, revealing deep gratitude in his eyes, which made her weak body suddenly feel strong. "Don't do such a stupid thing in the future. If you're not careful, I don't want you to be hurt because of me."

Sikong Zixian's hands holding his clothes were held tighter, and the unprecedented love warmed every corner of her body, almost making her burst into tears.

Wang Wujian secretly exhaled a turbid breath and helped her up to rest on the wall. In a muddle, the two slept with each other.

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When he was awakened again, the sky had brightened. There were several strange-looking birds flying over the Xuanlong Pool. The whole body was green and looked watery, not like an animal growing in this environment.

"It's strange that there is no tree here, how can there be a bird?" Wang Wujian stretched out lazily and said to himself.

"It's called 'crying year'. It's a kind of bird that can fly for a year." Sikong Zixian replied casually. She stared at the distant crying year, and her eyes were a little dull, and she couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

When everyone plans to eat something to replenish their strength, the crying years in the distance hovered over a place and screamed regularly. Although they were only the size of swallows, their voices were louder than that of eagles, attracting the attention of most people.

"Did they find anything?" Once he was puzzled, he said.

A strange bird flew out from the hillside along the ground. It was the big bird that was almost eaten by the bloodthirsty spider. Before long, it was wrong to panic and stumbled back. The person who saw it was secretly surprised and faintly smelled a breath of uneasiness, but this breath also aroused their excitement.

"It seems that I found a bloody centipede..." His master, the inconspicuous old man, shouted in surprise.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes converged on him in an instant, and the exclamation covered everything.

Wang Wujian stood up excitedly, but not because he finally found the trace of the legendary ancient spirit beast evil blood centipede. Everyone, including him, when they were surprised, would focus on those crying birds. Everyone could see that it was not the strange bird, but those crying years. Birds, and it seems that they are intended to help people find bloody centipede, but who is their owner? Why don't you show up at this time? What is his purpose?