~： 3347 Shen Po 2

"hold him down!"

Under the sound of the autumn wind, several people went up and held him down. The autumn wind looked down and suddenly shocked. Wang Wei’s neck had been bloody, and his three fingers were inserted into his neck. It’s creeping, it seems to want to scratch something... This scene is shocking. If the onlookers are not ordinary people, they probably spit out.

"Ah... itchy..." Wang Wei’s mind was almost unclear, his fingers were still scratching in his neck, and he continued to stretch inside.

He always felt that he didn't scratch the place, but it hurts, but this pain can balance the feeling of itching.

"Get his fingers out, and he will break the artery!"

Under the command of the autumn wind, several people forcibly pulled out his fingers. The autumn wind applied the hemostatic drugs, and the bleeding stopped. However, under the observation of the autumn wind, the flesh near the wound was trembled, perhaps the muscle tremor caused by the pain. Maybe... there seems to be something inside?

After the fingers were taken out, the autumn wind immediately felt the pain of the claws and screamed.

The autumn wind forced everyone to press him and reached out to press around the wound. As a result, he immediately felt something creeping under the skin. He took the flashlight from the side of a mage and pressed the wound, and the other hand squeezed near the wound.

A dark, worm-like thing appeared near the wound, but it was quickly drilled in.

What is this?

At the beginning of the autumn wind, I thought of some kind of bugs in the mountains, but I thought that it would be fine for others. Only Wang Wei was recruited. When I thought about the words he had said before, I suddenly thought of some possibility and shouted: "Su Xiangyu? Come check it out, is this not awkward!"

Su Xiangyu squeezed into the middle, but did not look at the wound first, unplugged Wang Wei's hair, and asked someone to order a lighter. After the hair was burnt, it was not black smoke, but a little yellow. green.

"Yes!" Su Xiangyu made a final conclusion.

"What should I do?"

Su Xiangyu did not answer, took a paper bag from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a layer of translucent white film. She was infiltrated with saliva and stuck to the wound.

A black smoke came up.

Wang Wei screamed.

"Would you like to arrest his soul first?" A mage couldn't stand it and said.

"No!" Su Xiangyu decisively refused. "My witchcraft is only effective for the living. If you detain him, he will be a dead person. How can he rule? You will let me go, don't affect me."

Su Xiangyu bit his fingertips, dripping a drop of blood on the film and spreading it quickly.

The flesh of the flesh was getting stronger and stronger, and when it swelled out, the black worm appeared again, and it seemed to want to climb out.

Su Xiangyu began to recite a curse.

The film gradually melted away, becoming a viscous liquid, attached to the black worm, the black worm seems to be stimulated, like a locust, half body outside, squirming, seemingly want to break through the mucus Coverage.

"Catch it out!" Zhang Yu also made an idea.

"It's roots inside, it irritates it, and then drills inside, it's in trouble."

Su Xiangyu’s curse came to an end, as if he was very tired, gasping for a moment, waiting quietly.

The black worm struggled in the mucus, and it would have been impossible to look at it. Suddenly, it squirmed and squirmed. The head opened into a mouth shape, and the mucus that was formed into a thin film was sucked dry, and then re-drilled back under the wound. go with.

Su Xiangyu has a white face.

This film is not an ordinary thing. It is a "flower field cream" that she personally honoured for a year. It can only refine seven pieces in a year. It is specially designed to deal with locusts, as long as it is no more than three The people of heaven can be saved back - more than three days, the locusts have absorbed the blood of the people, and they have become "potentials", and they can't be dealt with with Huatian cream.

But this locust is less than ten minutes into the human body...

Su Xiangyu knows that there is no way to rely on himself. Standing up, he looked heavily in the direction of the camp outside, and looked around and said, "The three beams on the upper beam, the emperor chair in the street. In the next big Wuxian family disciple Su Xiangyu, I don't know who you are, the enemy is a friend, draw a road child."

"Xiangyu, tell them that Ye Shaoyang is the most respected person of my big Wuxian family. If you disrespect Ye Shaoyang again, there is one count, all of which makes him buried in this mountain!"

Between the words, Wang Wei’s neck only heard a “beep” sound, as if the pustule was broken at all, everyone turned around and saw a flying insect flying from the wound on his neck and drilling into the darkness. .

"Want to go!"

The autumn wind hit a magical charm, chasing the flying insects, and the autumn wind began to follow the direction of the spirit.

"This is the predecessor of my great Wuxian family, can't!"

Su Xiangyu yelled and chased it up.

"No one can hurt anyone and leave!"

The autumn wind chased, and the figure disappeared under the night.

Everyone has come back and chased them up.

"Looking at the past!"

Su Yan greeted Ye Xiaomu and they also looked at it.

They were the last ones to chase after them, except for a few who left to look after Wang Wei, and the rest went.

"I feel sympathy for your injury, but it doesn't matter to me." When Wang Wei passed by, Wang Xiaobao spread his hand and walked quickly.

Wang Wei’s neck is not itchy, his eyes are lying on the ground a little bit sullen, and he doesn’t know if he will regret his own troubles.

An old lady, standing under a tree, in the shadow of the moonlight. She was squatting, holding a cane, and her face was pleated. This kind of respect, even if she had two hundred years old, had a letter.

When Su Xiangyu saw her, she fell to the ground and said, "The original is a grandmother, and Xiangyu is guilty."

The old lady's soy bean-sized eyes shot like a mouse, and fell on Su Xiangyu, saying: "You have been in contact with these people for a long time, and even the rules have gone. Ye Shaoyang is the benefactor of my great Wuxian family. Casually, you are on the scene, but you don’t block it. After someone says something sullied, don’t punish it. From now on, don’t go outside, go back to your mountain gate, and punish you for three years without a hole!”

Su Xiangyu's face was white, and he did not dare to resist. He got up and walked to the side of the autumn wind and whispered: "Wind brother, this is the great elder of my great Wuxian family, Wu Apo. The status is lofty, please also ask the wind brother to be polite, not to find trouble. ”

Her words are actually for the autumn wind, but the autumn wind listened to the heart but it was very uncomfortable, cold-sounding, rushing Wu Apo and holding a fist: "Predecessors are on, in the next Wan Matang autumn wind, polite."