Chapter 110

Xie Yu droops his eyes and looks at the wound that is slowly overflowing blood on his hand. He gently collects his eyes.

Not far away, the woman still called him, "ah Yu, go home with my mother, the clouds here... You can't catch them."

"Hiss -"

just as Xie Yu was about to get up, there was a strong wind in his ear, a snow-white shadow flashed in front of him, and suddenly one side of his cheek began to ache.

There were wet red blood beads rolling down his face, blood drops on his white hands, shocking.

"Hissing --"

"hissing --"

two strong winds, white shadows shuttling around him, those... Are the clouds here.

The clouds here are the most ferocious in the sky. It is said that his ancestors never caught the clouds here.

Several white shadows rushed by, and Xie Yu's snow-white immortal robe was cut by a sharp blade, and all the wounds fainted red blood at the same time.

Xie Duoyu's body was too fast to dodge it.

The cheek was still bruised and the hair was cut off.

He won't be so disfigured, will he?

This is Xie Yu's first reaction.

"Hiss -"

it was an angry, angry sob.

Xie Yu suddenly turned back. The white shadow in front of him was fierce and unstoppable.

He subconsciously raised his hand, picked up the blue whistle on his neck and gave a long blow.

The sound of the whistle was rapid and lasted for nine days.

But still slow a step, although the whistle has been blown out, but some tremor, the effect is reduced, failed to stop the fierce cloud.

"Ayu -"

just as the cloud had closed up Xie Yu's arm and was about to swallow him up, the shrill voice of the original mother came not far away.

Then, a golden chain controls the clouds on Xie Yu. When he retreats, Xie Yu's whole arm is unconscious.

The original clean robe seemed to have been corroded. The whole sleeve was red, and it was hanging ragged on his shoulder, dropping drops of blood.

Although Ayu's mother could not subdue the fierce cloud, she could barely draw with it, so that it could not get close to him.

Xie Yu gasps and falls down. His last thought before he loses consciousness is that the clouds here are really fierce.

He thought that Yunhui and Yangchang were so similar, and their personalities must also be similar. In the fierce, they are not so fierce. They must be soft and easy to pinch.

But this is...

cloud catcher is really a high-risk occupation.

...

jiuchongtian, the temple of heaven.

There was a slight earthquake around. Some people noticed it, but some didn't.

The man who is writing in front of the golden case pauses slightly. The ink on the paper faints with a red dot.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with that? " The subordinates nearby saw that he suddenly stopped writing, stood on one side and bent slightly, and asked shivering.

The beautiful looking God put down his pen, lowered his eyes, slowly opened the waste paper dyed red by ink, picked up the pen again, dropped his eyes to write, and asked, "do you hear any sound?"

The subordinates were slightly stunned, looked up at each other, and shook their heads to their companions.

The head of the head of the lower lower, low voice, "this hall is clearly quiet, subordinates have not heard anything."