When there is only one woman in a group, that woman is the happiest and the most present. She will unconsciously see herself as the heart of the team, and that sense of superiority will follow.

However, when another woman joins them, that woman feels wonderful. This feeling is naturally different for women with different hearts.

A confident woman will have a slight strange feeling. Most of the ensuing performance of such women is to display an intriguing smile.

A proud woman will look at each other with a cold eyebrow. This kind of woman has a strong temperament and a bold temperament, but she is not disliked!

Women who have no connotation but are extremely possessive are likely to watch the visitor silently. Then she would find someone who was idle and speak ill of him, and the language would be more vicious than that of the most vicious woman.

Regarding these words, the song heard the old woman in the Holy Heaven Pavilion speak about it. So, when the woman appeared in front of everyone, she began to recall these words in her mind without stopping.

It's just that what really puzzles Song is that the woman who got up this time doesn't belong to any of the above.

Who the hell is she?

Song has lived in the Holy Heaven Pavilion since he was a child, and all the things in the red dust are just listening to the old woman in the pavilion by word of mouth, where do you know so many ways to recognize people and things. She frowned slightly, blinking her eyes and looking at Chu on the side.

"Oops, love, love, love......"

Chu's heart was flooded with monstrous waves, and he couldn't wait to rush over immediately to hug this beautiful woman!

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't do anything!"

"Why are you drooling?"

"There's... Is there one?" Chu looked at the holy song that gradually bent down, and prayed silently in his heart.

"Lower, lower, yes. Hold, hold, I'm a good girl, it's good......"

At this time, the sound of the chant came from in front of Chu again.

"yes, you're watching more and more. Wait, why are you bleeding from your nostrils too?"

"Uh...... It could have been injured. ”

"Really, really hurt!"

"yes, you're a fairy, shouldn't you take off your clothes...... Bill, no, shouldn't you give me a rag to wipe it down?"

"Ah, how can you hurt so badly?"

As she spoke, she took out a silk handkerchief from her pocket. Chu looked at the delicate and lovely handkerchief, and thought to himself that if the chant was a little lower, it would really be no regrets in this life.

"Oh, it's really hot! It's good that I brought a handkerchief with me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stand the smell of sweat on your body." ”

After chanting this, he gently touched his forehead with his handkerchief. Her demeanor is elegant, natural and pure. The chant's every move touched the hearts of thousands of men, and it also stirred the fidgeting of the guy who was sitting on the ground and was in a hurry.

"What's wrong with you?" Song of the Songs bowed a little lower, and the dazzling white peaks covered Chu's eyes.

"I'm a little dizzy, maybe I've lost too much blood!" Chu said and fell down!

Song squatted beside Chu, looking at the blood that kept gushing out from his nostrils, and couldn't figure it out for a while. She put her hand on the artery of Chu's arm and found that her breath was indeed a little chaotic.

However, none of this was enough to make Chu's nostrils spurt blood. Therefore, the song lay next to Chu's head, wanting to hear if Chu still had a wheezing sound.

"Bang bang! bang bang!"

Chu's heartbeat became faster and faster, faster and faster. When his heart beat to a certain point, he suddenly exhaled and looked at the chant with wide eyes.

"Oops!" Sing was startled by the guy's nonchalant movements.

"I'm really black in front of my eyes this time!" Chu kept his eyes on the chant's chest, and this time he collapsed without saying anything.

Song remembers that her mother-in-law said that if a person is unconscious, then you can hit that person in the face a few times, so that person will wake up.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

......

Hu Che looked at the beautiful woman squatting in front of him, not to mention how happy he was. For the first time, he realized how happy it is for a husband and wife to be together!

"How many?" asked Pola Human Moko with a smile on his face.

"It's almost a hundred, isn't it?" replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on Moko's white face that was not a trace of dust.

"If you don't stop him, I'll probably beat him to death. ”

Pollahuman Moko stretched out his jade arm to stop Hu Che's neck, where was the slightest hint of asking Hu Che to help.

"No death! Everyone in the world is dead, and this guy can't die either. Those who belong to the eighth king will live for a thousand years to be in adolescence!" Hu Che pursed his lips and leaned over to Pollahman Moko's side.

"Poof!"

A strong fragrant kiss from Pollahuman Moko pulled Hu Che, Song and Chu back to reality.

Hu Che subconsciously helped his waist, and felt that it was necessary to get some Chinese medicine to make up for it!

Chu opened his eyes, only feeling the heat on his face, but he didn't know what was happening.

The hand of the song was still raised in the air, and the slap towards Chu finally stopped.

"Let's go, let's make people in another place! There are too many people here! You can't do it today, so I'm in charge, right?" Pollahuman Moko, the undisguised voice of the heir from the Ancient Holy Land, spread throughout the land.

"Is she Nuwa? No, isn't Nuwa our ancestor of Huaxia? This person doesn't look like a Huaxia person! Hey, do you know how to make people?"

The song blinked and looked at Chu Mou, who was full of embarrassment. In some cases, the chants are simply like a child.

"I understand! I understand it too well!" Chu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes staring at the holy song.

"I don't believe it! you show me a show!" The song squatted beside Chu, his eyes as pure as the spring water of a high mountain.

"This ...... I can't perform this thing alone!You have to cooperate with me!" Chu stared at a certain part of the chant like a bad uncle.

Syllable!

Chu felt that there were a lot of black spots in front of him. He couldn't understand why these black spots appeared so often. So, before he could finish thinking, he gradually lost consciousness.

Although the song didn't understand how to make a man, the guy kept staring at his chest, so according to his mother-in-law, he had to be taught a lesson!

She carried Chu to the woods in the rear, where there was no one and was more suitable for treatment. After all, the injuries on Chu's body were indeed very serious.

Jiang Wolf and the others had already led people to rush over as soon as the three sword moves were completed. They're going to end the fighting here quickly.

The battle situation facing Murano today is too big. The two injured in the family had lost their combat effectiveness, and now looking at the state of Hu Che and Chu, Jiang Wolf was even more anxious.

He knew that Murano's losses were immeasurable.

At this time, in addition to the battle between Jiang Wolf and the Holy Blood Cultists, only the battle between Loulan and the five deputy helmsmen was left.

Chen Sheng had his back to the four brothers standing in front of him, and the hideous dragon on the Blue Immortal Sword in his hand trembled continuously. He put his left hand on his back, held a sword in his right hand, and his cloak fluttered, quite like an ancient chivalrous man.

Zhou Zhihui, as the second co-helmsman, is helping the remaining three brothers to heal their injuries. He took out the powder and bandaged the wounds of the three brothers, and then helped them up.

"Can you still fight?" Zhou Zhihui looked at the three of them with some concern.

"Second brother, don't worry. It doesn't hurt to death. Ahem, ahem. "Liu Bing is short in stature and looks like a ghost. Although he said that it was okay, he still couldn't help coughing all the time.

"Third brother, you're coughing like this, you won't really be scrapped, right? ”

Wang Chunjian, the fourth deputy helmsman. He is tall and burly, and his solid muscles have a kind of explosive three-dimensional feeling, which makes people want to take a few more looks.

"Fourth brother, you're not much better! Look at the opening on your leg, the broken hose of the white flower should not be far from your main artery, right?"

Wu Min, the fifth deputy helmsman of the first rudder of the Holy Blood Sect. The helmsman is one of Chu's most trusted deputy helmsmen. He was tall and thin, the youngest of the five co-helmsmen.

Lou Lan looked at the five members of the Holy Blood Sect who were comforting each other in front of her, and suddenly felt that she was a little lonely. That sense of loneliness placed him in the desert of his soul, like a giant beast that jumped out of the red dust and was forgotten by the world.