Chapter 72

Xiaoyi holds Nie Hongxiu's head in one hand and a stick in the other.

She casually photographed Li Changge and flew out before she reacted.

It seems that a stick hit something just now?

forget it.

Xiaoyi didn't care, but she was very angry.

"Who... Hurt my mother?"

While walking, Xiaoyi's handsome face showed frost sullen color.

And being held in Xiaoyi's arms, under the head with long silver hair, there was a gentle smile that no one had ever seen.

Zhitian dance struggled to raise her head.

His whole body was red with blood.

Before being penetrated by countless silver hairs, she changed her posture slightly in mid air, so as to avoid the fatal key.

But the sky was full of silver hair, like a downpour, and there was no way to escape.

Unless... Return.

"Cough..."

Zhitian dance fell on the ground and coughed violently. It was all blood.

Bright red blood seeped into the crack in front of me.

HP... Only 3% left.

"Are you dying?"

Such an idea suddenly flashed through Zhitian dance's mind.

She never expected to die here.

Die in this trial.

Ten meters away, the little ghost in white raised her head to see him.

Step by step.

Zhitian dance was slightly stunned.

She suddenly saw a gentle smile on the head of the female ghost in red.

I can't help being stunned.

Somehow, this smile reminded her of her mother's hazy face in her memory.

Xiaoyi soon walked to Zhitian dance.

Zhitian dance raised her head with her last strength and lit a unwilling flame in her eyes.

"No!"

Zhitian dance twisted her limbs, and she clenched the knife in her hand.

Actually stood up!

Only 3% health left

Even a slight scratch can make her die in situ.

But it was this desperate situation that made Zhitian dance stand up again.

Zhitian dance endured the sharp pain all over and slowly put out the posture of... Drawing a knife!

This is the last knife she... Cut in her life!

This knife will burn her life and bloom the most blazing and bright blade!

Xiao Yi smiled coldly.

I didn't pay attention to Zhitian dance at all.

Because... They can't die.

Xiaoyi raised her stick high and was facing Zhitian dance's head.

About to

……

"Let the world feel pain from now on."

Just as Zhitian dance was going to die bravely, a calm voice came out of the thick fog.

Zhitian Dance: "

Xiaoyi: "

Nie Hongxiu: "!"

For a moment, everything was silent.

"Yo ~ Xiaoyi has seen the young master ~ Hello, young master ~"

Xiaoyi trembled, raised the stick that was about to be swung down, and fell powerlessly to one side.

"Eh? Is it charm?"

Yilin rushed out of the thick fog without expression. He had many scratches and mottled blood. He looked a little embarrassed.

But Zhitian dance suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Stare... Stunned.

The momentum she had built up to the top dissipated.

Just like the feeling that I wanted to jump a fart, but I was stifled back.

This sense of suffocation made Zhitian dance spit out a mouthful of blood.

HP decreased to 2%

But Zhitian dance seemed not to notice that she was spitting blood. She opened her mouth slightly, and the blood still flowed down from her mouth.

What the hell is this?

With a shy face, Xiaoyi jumped towards Yilin.

But the head in Xiaoyi's arms suddenly burst into a terrible killing intention.

Swept the audience.

Like a ghost, the silver hair is raised in Xiaoyi's arms.

There was a cold light against the night.

This silver hair looks soft like water, but it can kill people.

Yilin smiled and shouted to Nie Hongxiu's headless body not far away.

"Let the world feel pain from now on."

In Xiaoyi's arms, Nie Hongxiu's eyes suddenly darkened.

But the long hair all over the sky gave a slight meal, but it attacked Yilin with a more fierce momentum.

"Let the world feel pain from now on."

Blinding?

Or something else?

Never mind. One shot is not enough. One more shot.

Yilin's face was expressionless and shouted another spell.

Zhitian Dance: "??"

She was completely ignorant.

Nie Hongxiu's headless body turned in circles directly in place. His beautiful posture was like an ancient imperial concubine dancing in front of the emperor.

Of course, it's beautiful to ignore the headless neck.

"Chaos."

Yilin smiled.

The head in Xiaoyi's arms was completely silent.

The silver hair that was about to poke into Yilin's face also softened in an instant.

"Young master ~ ~"

Xiaoyi completely ignores Nie Hongxiu and sticks to Yilin.

"Get out!"

Yilin is still that sentence.

"Woo woo, young master, don't want me!"

Xiaoyi cried.

Yilin's eyes were even colder, but he knew that "disaster ridden" had time limit and was very precious.

We can only give instructions more forcefully: "roll over there first and come back later!"

"Uh huh, yes, Xiaoyi ~!"

Xiaoyi nodded obediently and rushed into the thick fog with the fastest speed.

Yilin came to Zhitian dance in three or two steps.

Zhitian dance looked at Yilin as if she were stupid. She didn't respond.

The blood in her mouth was still pattering.

The scene in front of her really made her

He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

The speed was so fast that she didn't have time to get on the bus. She couldn't react at all.

"Go! What are you doing? My skills have time limit!"

At a glance, Yilin saw that Zhitian dance was seriously injured. Without saying a word, she picked up the silly woman and plunged her head into the fog.

In the thick fog, the field of vision is only about ten meters.

But for Erin, it's enough.

During the day, he had marked the four corners of each house with blood jasmine.

In Yilin's brain, a clear map has been simulated.

With the support of his current spiritual attributes, the simulated map is estimated to be more accurate than satellite map.

Just like the popular GPS navigation ten years ago.

"You... You..."

Yilin goes out far, Zhitian dance reacts. Yilin holds her two hip meat and carries her on her shoulder.

Face down, chrysanthemum up.

This shameful posture made Zhitian dance bite her teeth and blush. "You" for a long time, but she couldn't say the next words.

"If you don't want to die, shut up! Believe it or not, I'll throw you to feed the ghost?"

“……”

Zhitian dance immediately closed her mouth, because her face was down and blood gushed out of her mouth.

Her injury is really heavy, heavy.

But the face was white and red.

White is because of blood loss.

Red is because of gas.

She wanted to stab Yilin with a knife.

But it seems morally unreasonable. After all, Yilin is now trying to save her.

"Lin, Lin, brother Lin?"

Just as Yilin was on his way, a weak voice came from the side of the road.

Erin turned her head.

On the ground not far away, a face was like a pig's head, and the bruised face was difficult to distinguish between gods and ghosts.

Lying on the ground, dying.

Yilin looked at it and kept walking, but he accelerated a bit.

While running, Yilin asked casually:

"What's your name, brother?"