Chapter 346 The Open Dead

On the wide shoulders of Xuanyuan Kaishan, suddenly there was one more person, a funny-looking dwarf, holding a long whip in his hand that was not funny at all. The whip and the axe hit Dingding almost at the same time, even faster than the axe. The part where the whip was pulled down just made up for all the gaps in the open and fierce axe method.

And this whip was pulled down from a high place, because although the dwarf was short, he had already rode on the shoulder of the eight-foot-high Xuanyuan Kaishan.

It's like a giant ten feet tall.

The giant axe is strong, and the long whip is soft, and it is like a giant with four hands using two extremely different weapons at the same time.

This was absolutely impossible to happen, but now it miraculously appears in front of Ding Ding. This miracle usually only brings death.

It's just that until now, no one knows who is going to die?

- In the history of human life, death is not usually a mysterious game that no one can guess.

Dingding's slender and thin body suddenly twisted into a very strange posture with a strange movement that no one could imagine.

The blade in his palm still slipped out smoothly.

The knife flashed, as if it had slipped through Xuanyuan's neck and the two deformed legs that coiled his neck.

Unfortunately, the leg is not broken, and the neck is not broken, but there is only a red blood stain on the neck.

A very faint blood stain.

Fortunately, with a flash of the knife, Dingding had retreated far away, but Xuanyuan did not move.

He didn't move, and of course the shepherd around his neck didn't move.

They are all looking at Tintin with a very strange expression.

Dingding was also looking at them with a very strange expression, and then smiled, mysteriously and proudly.

"Mr. Xuanyuan, do you already know that bullshit knives can sometimes kill people?"

"Bullshit!"

Xuanyuan Kaishan only said these two words.

When it comes to the word "dog", the faint blood stain on his neck suddenly deepened and thickened.

When he said the word "fart", the blood stain on his neck, which was like a red silk thread, had really begun to bleed.

At this time, a deformed leg of the shepherd had turned red.

At this time, Xuanyuan's neck suddenly broke and broke into two from the blood.

Blood suddenly gushed out like a spring, and his head was sprayed by a gushing blood.

The shepherd was also sprayed away by this blood.

At this time, there was a panic in the darkness, and a ghostly white woman slowly fell down.

Because the dream curled up on the sand, it looks like a dying white butterfly that has flown over thousands of flowers and trees, thousands of mountains and rivers, flying from the distant mysterious dreamland.

In this miserable desert, she looks so delicate and helpless.

Ding Ding looked at her, and her heart was suddenly full of love and pity.

What a lonely woman, what a fragile life, Dingding gently picked her up. In this case, Ding Ding's knife would never have left his hand, but now he has forgotten his knife. The knife fell on the man, and he gently picked her up. Looking at her pale and beautiful face, protecting this woman seems to have become his greatest responsibility in the future.

Then the sword light suddenly flashed again, and Tian Lingzi appeared in front of him again, and his dark eyes flashed like a sword light.

"I've heard of you, too. The knife must see blood out of its sheath. I've seen it with my own eyes just now." She asked Ding Ding, "Why didn't you kill me just now?"

"There is only one reason to kill, but there are thousands of reasons not to kill. I don't have to tell you." Ding Ding said, "I just want you to understand one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Like the situation just now, there will never be a second time."

"Of course, there will be no second time in this situation, because you don't have a knife in your hand now, and there is only one woman." Tian Lingzi said, "The knife in your hand can kill others, but the woman in your hand can only kill yourself."

Ding Ding smiled.

Just as he began to laugh, Tian Lingzi's sword had reached his throat and eyebrows. The left hand sword first scratched his throat and bent his eyebrows, and the right hand sword first clicked his eyebrows and then took his heart.

The strange change of this sword can really be said to be almost to the limit of swordsmanship.

Dingding did not move.

Because he had seen a shadow of a whip coming, which was not the key point of Dingding, but Tian Lingzi's waist.

With a roll of whip, Tian Lingzi was rolled out again, swept into the unfathomable darkness, and was immediately swallowed up.

The darkness is still the same.

Ding Ding actually waved his hand over there.

"Shepherd, you go! I won't chase you again. You can walk slowly."

"Why?"

"I always feel that God is too unfair to you, so I can't be better at you." Ding said, "I just hope you can really go to herd sheep in the future and don't treat people as pigs, sheep, horses and cows."

The desert was silent, and the cold moonlight shone on the pale face of the dream. Dingding walked back. The white hut, the wind chime under the eaves, and the woman who was unconscious in his arms at this moment were already a kind of comfort for him.

He is far away from death.

Since then, all this kind of thing has been enough to heal his past wounds. For Dingding, this moment may be the warmest, full and sweetest moment in his life.

But at this moment, the pure, pale, gentle and beautiful woman in his arms has grabbed the two most important acupuncture points in the back of his neck and under his right side with a pair of slender and soft jade hands.

In his life, Ding Ding also had countless dreams like other boys.

It's just that even in his most ridiculous dream, he would not dream of this kind of thing.

He couldn't believe it until he fell down.

He fell in front of a cactus, which was in front of a loess, like the tombstone of this tomb.

New graves, tombstones, cactus, cactus flowers, cactus needle-like thorns, a sharp needle-like knife.

Who is this person lying in the grave? Who buried him? Why use a cactus as his tombstone?

Tintin was in a trance, as if he had captured a little light and shadow, but the light and shadow disappeared in an instant.

He doesn't understand.

He really doesn't understand why this woman who always has a faint affection for him, just like homesickness, should she deal with him like this?

He even thought he saw a person standing up from under the desert. Even if he is about to fall into a coma. He doesn't believe it very much...

In fact, he was not mistaken, because he really stood up from the desert.

That's me.

I don't understand either. It's a good show.

If it weren't for this sudden woman I knew, I would have continued to watch it.

Looking at my appearance, this woman was obviously stunned, and then she was a little flustered.

I looked at her quietly until she calmed down and slowly said, "Huajing Yinmeng, what are you going to do?"