Chapter 62

"What are you looking at?" Han Mo disdained cold hum, good-looking slender fingers clenched the hilt, "don't want to die, come together." He saw how Qian Sangsang could drive that huge beast just now. It's just that this guy doesn't seem to know he has such strength. Han Mo glances at Qian Sangsang strangely and rushes into the battle. He can't find any aura information on her.

Money mulberry a Zheng, don't wait for reaction Han Mo then ghost like rush into battle. Looking at the Warcraft coming from the shop, Qian Sang Sang subconsciously reaches out his hand and tries his best to wave it. He slaps the Warcraft in front of him to one side and bumps into the Warcraft next to him. The two Warcraft collide, spitting blood at each other's mouth and fainting with a crooked neck.

What the hell? Qian Sangsang stares at the two Warcraft fallen to one side and works miracles vigorously? Is it scientific? Physics teachers don't teach like this!

After a while, the air was filled with thick blood, and several Warcraft were chopped by Han Mo under the sword. The blood in the air deeply stimulates the nerves of Warcraft, and all Warcraft immediately opens the mode of real violence, and rushes towards Qian Sangsang.

Looking at the rampant Warcraft in front of him, Qian Sangsang rushed to the battle. For a moment, they were involved in the herd, and the fight was hard to part. Even though the herd could only use brute force, it could not hold up too many. Slowly, Qian Sangsang felt that he could not do what he wanted, and the speed of action slowed down.

Another Warcraft flies. Qian Sangsang gasps to avoid the next one. If he guesses right, these low-level mutant Warcraft are the same as Xi Nang who guarded the Holy Land and watched yuan Qi Yinyin that day. But why are the Warcraft here different from Xi Nang in the holy land? I can't even communicate with them.

Slowly, Warcraft less and less, until two slender figure a high and a low standing in the sun, a corpse on the ground, just ended this tiring struggle. Looking at the corpse slowly disappearing, Warcraft, Qian Sangsang tries to identify it, and finally confirms that this is Xi Nang beast. Qian Sangsang has countless psychological questions, why?

Finally, Qian Sangsang, who is physically overdrawn, falls to the ground. When Han Mo looks back, what he sees is Qian Sangsang, who is sweating profusely and in ragged clothes. The wounds on his body are vividly visible. It looks very pitiful when he sits in the corpse that slowly turns into a star.

Han Mo, as if by what traction, came to Qian Sangsang. See money Sangsang confused breathing looking at himself, face a piece of blue and purple scratches, I do not know when was injured. Heart move, Han Mo reach out to pick up money, mulberry virtual soft body, tightly in the arms.

There was a strong but healing aura on his hand. As before, it slowly brushed Qian Sangsang's wound. The wound opened and closed as if it had never happened. Qian Sangsang looks at Han Mo and suddenly reaches out his hand to him. He constantly caresses his body, and his heart suddenly gets angry.

"Hello! What are you doing! " The rascal suddenly gasped for breath, and Han sang said, "it's too late for you to gasp! lecher! Let go of me

Seeing Qian Sangsang's bleeding arm because of fierce struggle, Han Mo's pretty sword eyebrows wrinkle. He grabs Qian Sangsang's struggling arm and turns his backhand. Then he resists Qian Sangsang on his shoulder and walks towards the Xiaoxuan house, which has been knocked down. "You are a disciple, and I feel incompetent."

"You son of a bitch!" A whirl of heaven and earth, the smell of grass came, not affected by the influence of blood, Yingying around the nose of Qian Sangsang lingered, "you quickly let me go! What else can you do besides taking advantage of me! Asshole! Let go of me Qian Sangsang kept struggling, hammering on the back of Han Mo Kuang Kuo.

But this strength is just like scratching Han mo. Han Mo's smile and Junyi's face are full of enchantment and rebellious at the moment: "who just called for my help? After a while, he turned his face and didn't recognize others. Is that how you repay my life-saving kindness?"

Qian Sangsang saw that his fists did no harm to Han Mo, and Han Mo went to the hut step by step. He was crazy. That day, the perfect figure in the pool appeared in his mind again. Suddenly, Qian Sangsang's face was red, and two red clouds flew on his face. He didn't know whether he was controlling or ashamed, "this is not the reason why you used your hand to me!"

In a hurry, Qian Sangsang straightened up and bit on Han Mo's slender neck, vaguely: "wangshou (let go), the evil end of this ah! (or tear the meat off!) "

The sensitive neck is bitten by Qian Sangsang's sharp tiger teeth, and Han Mo's ear tip rubs red. The sharp pain stimulates Han Mo's sensitive nerves. Qian Sangsang keeps snorting on his neck, itching like a feather. Han Mo's heart moves, strides into the hut and throws Qian Sangsang on the bed.

Qian Sangsang, who fell on the bed board, felt extremely sleepy for a moment, as if all his energy had been emptied for a moment, and his soul was absorbed by something, becoming more and more tired. Qian Sangsang shook his head, forced his spirit, threatened and emboldened: "I have already said you don't touch me! Next time, it's not just a little pain! "

Looking at Qian Sangsang's effort to pretend to be vicious, Han Mo feels funny, but without waiting to speak, Qian Sangsang's head is like a chicken pecking at the speed of God, bit by bit, as if he is sleepy. After two rounds, Qian Sangsang's head tilts on the bed.Han Mo's heart a tight, flurried forward to the wild cat like money Sang Sang in his arms, magic hand a probe, the breath is still, just fell asleep. Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief and saw that Qian Sangsang was still covered with wounds. He continued to store the aura in his palm and began to treat the wounds for Qian Sangsang everywhere.

Looking at Qian Sangsang's unprepared quiet sleeping face, Han Mo has something strange in her heart. What's the origin of this girl? You can smash the typhoid ice beast without knowing it. You can wave away the low-level Warcraft without any spiritual power and martial arts, but you don't know that strange things happen to the girl.

Han Mo tightly wrinkled eyebrows Shu spread, between eyebrows and eyes seems to have a smile, wake up but zhangyawuclaw, smile is also very good-looking. After brushing the tiny scratch on Qian Sangsang's neck, Han Mo suddenly turns red and leans his head. He can also feel the pain on his neck.

Du De, Han Mo a Zhi, the heart of this strange feeling from? Confused climbed up Han Mo's eyes, looked like a lost deer, this feeling is good or bad?

Different from Han Mo's emotions here, Qian Sangsang's soul returns to lesu after falling asleep at last.