Xing Muliu would go out for three hours every night, usually in the second half of the night, and Tang Ding knew it.

At first, Tang Ding thought that she would say goodbye without saying goodbye, but Tang Ding would not interfere with his lover's freedom, although he was reluctant to give up.

The next day, Tang Ding asked by chance, only to feel that he had misunderstood her, it turned out that Xing Muliu was just going to the villa where she used to live, and she was going to feed the snow lynx.

Tang Ding also understood, because when Xing Muliu came back in the evening, Tang Ding knew.

In Tang Ding's eyes, the snow lynx is also a pet.

But in fact, Snow Lynx is a super master who can fight more than a dozen blood clans alone.

"Bring the lynx with you, so you don't have to run so far every day to feed it." ”

Xing Muliu listened to Tang Ding's words, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, then I'll bring the snow lynx over!"

The next night, Xing Muliu really brought the snow lynx over.

Tang Ding didn't sleep much at night, he got up in the middle of the night and saw that Xing Muliu was not in bed, so he went to the rooftop to see, Xing Muliu was playing with the snow lynx on the rooftop.

"You two don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"I'm used to it, I can't sleep!"

After listening to Xing Muliu's words, Tang Ding realized that he shouldn't have asked. Yes, the blood clan is such a habit of life, day and night, and you can't change it if you want to.

"Then I'll play with you at night in the future. ”

"Then you don't need to, you should just sleep on yours. ”

"Roar, roar, roar. The snow lynx roared from the rooftop.

Due to the special roar of the snow lynx, Xing Muliu went over to look down against the railing, and raised his hand to greet Tang Ding: a man with a somewhat lame foot, walking slowly in the snow.

Of course, what caught Tang Ding's attention was that the aura on this person's body was very strange.

There was an air of evil and danger in this man.

When Tang Ding and Xing Muliu looked down, this person also stopped and looked up.

At the same time, he pulled out a small straw man from his bosom and stabbed it with a needle.

The moment the needle pierced the straw man, Tang Ding felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been nailed into his body by a steel drill.

This pain made Tang Ding's breath stagnate, and he felt as if his whole body was being drained.

But the pain was not over, and the steel drill was nailed into the body from the back, and then another one.

However, Tang Ding's mental strength is strong and his endurance is extremely strong, although the three steel drills are nailed into his body, and the pain in his body twitches one after another, but Tang Ding still maintains the posture of just supporting the wall.

Xing Muliu was also attracted by the action of the lame man below, but saw Tang Ding's inappropriateness from the action of Tang Ding's fingers pinching and bending the stainless steel pipe, "What's wrong with you?"

Xing Muliu held Tang Ding, Tang Ding couldn't say a word in pain, and pointed his finger at the lame man below.

Xing Muliu also felt the weirdness of the lame man below, it was more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, it was the most sleepy time for ordinary people, a person with bad legs and feet, but walking alone under the dim street lamp, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel right.

The most wrong thing was that he looked up at himself and Tang Ding's eyes, and there was ruthlessness, pity, and determination in that vision.

As well as his movements, he took out a small straw figure from his arms, and then pricked three more needles with a needle.

Then Tang Ding did all kinds of things wrong, and when he asked him, he couldn't speak, but pointed his finger at the strange person below.

There are all kinds of signs that it is he who is the devil.

Xing Muliu pressed his hand on the balcony, jumped down, and on the beam on the balcony protruding below, with only three borrowed force, the person had already fallen to the ground.

This is an eleven-story building, a height that ordinary people would dizzy at a glance.

The snow lynx followed, and the snow lynx was more agile than Xing Mu Liu's movements, and only borrowed his strength once, and then fell to the ground.

After Xing Muliu and Snow Lynx landed, they rushed towards the lame man. When the lame man rushed towards him from Xingmu Liu and Snow Lynx, he pricked the straw man three more times, for a total of six stitches.

When the lame man saw Xing Muliu's exaggerated movements, he didn't panic, and he didn't stop pricking the needle, before Xing Muliu rushed up, he made two movements, raised his hand and sprinkled a black thing into the sky, and pricked a needle.

The black mass dispersed and quickly split through the air, turning into a black mist.

Xing Muliu's action to rush over came to an abrupt halt, and then she stepped back, because she saw that the black mist in the sky was actually some small flying moths.

This group of little Fei'e blocked the way that Xing Muliu wanted to rush over.

Xing Muliu was not afraid of these things, but she had just seen a group of Xiao Fei'e surround a wild cat that happened to pass by on the ground, and in less than two seconds, the tail of the encircled wild cat showed Bai Sensen's bones.

These moths turned out to be cannibals!

Xing Muliu found that this cannibal was terrible, and quickly beckoned the snow lynx to retreat, and then drew out the short knife and threw it at the dangerous lame.

Xing Muliu inherited the power of the bloodline of the blood clan's holy weapon, and the power was very great, and the short knife was thrown out, like a lightning bolt, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the lame.

But the lame man looked old when he first walked, but when the short knife flew in, his movements were extremely fast, and he was almost able to dodge Xing Muliu's flying short knife.

It's just a little bit, but I still haven't dodged.

The short knife passed through his big arm and flew out, but Xing Muliu aimed at his heart.

It was this knife that made the straw man in the cripple's hand fall to the ground, and it also made him startled, because Xing Muliu had already found the second short knife, and the lame man turned around and ran away in fright.

To tell the truth, the knife just now was a knife issued by Xing Muliu with anger, both in speed and strength, and if she threw out the knife just now, Xing Muliu was not sure.

Therefore, Xing Muliu did not draw the knife.

As the lame man retreated, the group of cannibals in the air also dispersed with him, and Xing Muliu walked to the place where the cripple stood just now, still shuddering.

The passing wild cats have completely turned into a pile of white bones, which is terrifying.

A cripple who looks old has an incomparably fast speed, and even such a frightening cannibal.

Xing Muliu suddenly caught a glimpse of the straw man on the ground, picked it up, and quickly ran upstairs.

When he opened the door and entered the house, Tang Ding still maintained the posture of holding the railing on the balcony, but at this time, the hard stainless steel railing in Tang Ding's hand had been held into a ball by him.

Xing Muliu and Tang Ding had a tacit understanding, and when she saw Tang Ding's eyes, she knew that Tang Ding meant to pull out the steel needle on the straw man.

Xing Muliu pulled it out, and Tang Ding twitched in pain, until he finished pulling out the seven steel needles, and Tang Ding was already sweating.

The sweat of the winter, the wind blows, and the cold body seems to have fallen into an ice hole.

But fortunately, the steel drill inserted into his body was gone, and Xing Muliu helped Tang Ding into the house, and after a while, Tang Ding eased up.

"Show me the straw man!"

Xing Muliu handed the straw man in his hand to Tang Ding, Tang Ding saw that the straw man was very bad, just a general shape, and there was no Tang Ding's birthday or anything on it, but Tang Ding knew that this straw man was actually himself.

Tang Ding flipped through the straw man, and found a small crush of hair in the straw man, this hair Tang Ding was almost certain to be his own, a few days ago, Tang Ding went to the barber shop downstairs to cut his head. If it was really his own hair, it seemed that the man had taken it from the barbershop, but the barbershop had a lot of hair, and he didn't remember that such a person was staring at him and cutting his hair.

According to Tang Ding's estimate, this person should be a head lowering master.

The head descender is good at using the human body's hair and skin practice to perform surgery, and it seems that the hair cut in the future cannot be lost casually, but who goes to the barber shop to cut the hair, and he can still take the cut hair away?

"This man is too powerful, who is he?"

"I can't say it either, it's for sure that it's the head lowerer. ”

"Head Lowerer, so powerful!"

"Yes, it's amazing!" Tang Ding has encountered two head descending masters, one is the insect man ghost monk whose body is full of poisonous insects, and the other is the head descending master Bason who met in the Dubai Royal Palace.

But Bassoon's head-lowering technique doesn't seem to be as primitive as this.

After returning from Dubai, Tang Ding also deliberately learned about some head-lowering techniques, and knew that the most primitive of these head-lowering techniques was this grass-piercing method, while Bassoon's practice seemed to be the highest level of ghost descending in the head-lowering technique, which was formless and phaseless, but could manipulate the human body at will and put people to death.

But if this cripple is really here for Bassoon, then he should also practice advanced head-lowering techniques such as ghost descending.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

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In a hotel about ten kilometers away from Dondin's house, Charlen and his apprentice, Xiao Peng, had just returned.

"Pong, help me take off my clothes. ”

Charlen took off his clothes, revealing the gown underneath, which was soaked in blood at his arm.

"Master, I'm going to find gauze!"

"No!"

Charlen took out a small bottle from his clothes, poured out a bug from the bottle, and then put it near the wound of the injury, the worm kept **** blood at Charlen's wound, and the slimy saliva stuck to Charlen's wound, and soon sealed Charlen's bleeding wound.

By the time the worm finished licking Charlen's wound, the bug, which was originally thinner than the little finger, had become thicker than the thumb, and its body had grown a lot.

"Pour a glass of water and I'll drink it!"

Charron took a long sip of hot water before putting the bug back in the bottle.

"Xiao Peng, what do you have to ask?"

"Master, why didn't you use the head-lowering technique you performed today with the flying and ghost dropping techniques that you are best at, but instead used the straw man that most head-lowering masters would use?"

"Xiao Peng, you remember that the highest level of the Head Lowering Technique is never the most powerful Head Lowering Technique, but the cultivation of the Head Descending Master itself. And the most powerful head-lowering technique is never the highest-level, invisible-capable flying and ghost descending, but the most basic and commonly used straw man descending. ”