Wen Xin judged that it was his based on the clothes on Yang Xianmao's body, because Yang Xianmao's whole person was wrapped in the soft armor of the divine crocodile, and he couldn't see his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wen Xin anxiously ran over, helped Yang Xianmao up, and pulled down the tight-fitting elastic clothes that covered his head, revealing his white face.

But Yang Xianmao remained motionless, as if he was dead. Stretched out his hand and probed at the tip of his nose, he didn't even have a snort, he was even more flustered, tears couldn't help but fall, and he just kept crying while holding Yang Xianmao, I didn't know what to do.

She is the princess of Wu Yueguo, she has been pampered since she was a child, where has she encountered such a terrible thing, and she has no experience in this area, so she suddenly panicked, and after a long while, she calmed down, thinking that she would quickly carry Yang Xianmao back to Lang Zhong to see if there was any help. So, she struggled to carry Yang Xianmao on her back, and slowly staggered towards the post road.

Yang Xianmao is a man in the end, his body is still very heavy, and it is unthinkable for the slender Wen Xin to carry him back to the city. But she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Just walked a short distance, Wen Xin heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice behind him, because the figure was his familiar sister Wende, but the words that came out were so unfamiliar: "You slut, hurry up and put down the surname Yang, otherwise, I will kill you together!"

Wen Xin was startled, and quickly turned around, under the moonlight, she saw that Wen De was bloodstained, but he was holding a golden knife in his hand, his hair was scattered, and his originally charming face looked particularly hideous in the moonlight at the moment.

She walked over step by step, raised the golden knife in her hand, pointed at Wende, and said, "You slut, didn't you hear what I said?

Wen Xin's backhand holding Yang Xianmao's two thighs hugged her tighter, as if she was afraid that her sister would snatch him away. Shaking his head, he stepped back step by step and begged: "Sister, let him go, he has been injured like this, I don't know if he can live." ”

"Whether I live or not, I will break him into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!--Put down the surname Yang, do you hear?

Wen Xin saw the knife in her sister's hand shining in the moonlight, and saw the hideous killing intent in her eyes, so she knew that what she said was true, screamed, turned around and staggered towards the post road with Yang Xianmao on her back.

However, with a person on her back, how can she outrun her sister?

Wen Xin rushed up, jumped up, and kicked from behind, and was carrying Chinese Xin on the back of Yang Xianmao. Wen Xin stood unsteadily, and rushed forward with Yang Xianmao to the path in the mass grave.

Wen Xin can only dance and ink, while Wende likes to dance with guns and sticks since he was a child. Wen Xin knew that she couldn't beat Wende at all, and she couldn't run away if she wanted to, so she was kicked directly to the ground by Wende's kick and fell dizzy.

Wen Xin sneered, grabbed Yang Xianmao, who fell unconscious on the ground, picked it up with one hand, patted his cheek with a sharp knife, and said: "In my hands, I will make your life worse than death, I will cut you with a thousand knives to vent the hatred in my heart." - Now, I'm going to stab you seventeen or eight stabs first. Don't worry, I won't stab you, I won't let you die so soon, I'm going to torture you slowly!hahaha"

With that, Wende raised the golden knife and stabbed Yang Xianmao in the thigh.

At this moment, a white shadow pounced and knocked Wende away.

Wende was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Hurriedly got up and looked, but it was my sister Wenxin. At the bump just now, Wen Xin's hair was scattered and draped over her shoulders, and she begged: "Sister, if you want to kill me, kill me, exchange my life for his life, okay?"

Wende's laughter echoed in the cemetery, she cushioned the golden knife in her hand, and said, "What a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, don't think that I really dare not kill you." However, the more you treat this surnamed Yang, the more I will torture him and show him in front of you. If you dare to interfere with me again, then I will cut your hamstrings first, and then pick your tendons, and I will see how you can interfere with me to take revenge. You sit obediently next to you and watch how I cut your sweetheart with a thousand knives. If you are distressed, you might as well crash yourself to death and go to hell to marry him. Now, you get out of the way for me, that's my last warning!"

Wen Xin was desperate, she knew that this sister had a stubborn personality since she was a child, and she said nothing about it. When she said that, she really thought so.

Wen Xin turned around and pounced on Yang Xianmao who was lying on the ground, hugged him, stared back at her sister Wende, and said word by word: "In this case, you can give us a good time, it is the last time I beg you, don't torture him, killing people is not enough, you kill us, you should be satisfied, let's do it." ”

Wende's eyes were full of hideousness, he walked over step by step, the knife in his hand was slowly raised, and he said with a sneer: "You forced me, okay, I'll kill you slut first, and then, I will cut him with a thousand knives!"

Wen Xin heard that she still wanted to torture Yang Xianmao to death, and her heart was completely dead. She didn't look at Wende again, turned him around, and looked sadly at Yang Xianmao in her arms. In the moonlight, he felt as if he were asleep.

Wen Xin said sadly: "Xianmao, Yin Cao Difu, with me with you, you won't be alone......"

After that, she leaned over and kissed Yang Xianmao's mouth desperately, reached out and pulled out a silver hairpin in her hair, and aimed it at Yang Xianmao's neck to stab it.

Since there is no way to save Yang Xianmao, he can't let him be tortured to death by Wende, it is better to give him a good time, and then commit suicide again, and go to the Netherworld Mansion to walk hand in hand.

At this moment, Wen Xin found herself holding the hand of the silver hairpin, firmly grasped by a cold but powerful hand.

She turned her head to look, and was terrified. I saw a terrifying zombie squatting next to her, under the moonlight, her face could not see her facial features, it turned out to be a tabula rasa, and she combed two long braids behind her head. His claws were withered and emaciated, but they were full of terrifying power.

The zombie didn't wait for Wen Xin to scream, and had already snatched the silver hairpin he was holding in his hand, and he didn't know where to throw it.

Then, the zombie let go of Wen Xin, stood up, and stared at Wen De, who was staring at him dumbfounded.

Wende recognized it, this was the eighth-level ghost puppet that Yang Xianmao sacrificed just now.

Could it be that Yang Xianmao is not dead, can he still play a magic weapon? Wende regretted it very much, she didn't expect this, she always thought that Yang Xianmao had died, but she didn't expect Yang Xianmao to summon a puppet.

Wende, of course, knew that she couldn't fight this terrible ghost puppet, and immediately turned around and fled in a hurry.

But the ghost puppet stopped her in a flash, stretched out his hand, grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up with one hand, and slapped her with the other hand, which made Wende's nose and mouth bleed, and her pretty face suddenly became like a pig's head, red and swollen.

Then, he picked up Wende like an eagle catching a chicken, and slammed it on the grass next to Yang Xianmao, and with a bang, almost broke her bones, so painful that she couldn't even scream.

After a while, she just let out a sigh, opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw a graceful man, standing in front of her, with his hands behind his back, looking at her coldly, it was her mortal enemy Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao originally expected to be able to control the white-haired old woman with the Xuanyin True Fire, but he didn't expect that the other party's skill was too strong, and he couldn't inject the Xuanyin True Fire into the other party's body and was forced out by the other party, but fortunately, by mistake, the Xuanyin True Fire and the Chiyang True Fire in his left and right hands collided violently, fusing into a super terrifying white ball, which directly blew away the white-haired old woman and killed the Khitan monk.

However, Yang Xianmao also found that after the white ball was unleashed, his whole body was out of strength, all the yin and yang true fire was exhausted, the dantian was empty, and his whole body had no strength at all, and it was difficult to even lift his fingers.

He thought of the ghost puppet, and immediately summoned it with his mind, and the ghost puppet actually appeared beside him quietly immediately, and he immediately used his mind to take out a Pure Yuan Pill of the highest level he currently had, a six-grade immortal-level Pure Yuan Pill, from the storage bag, and asked the ghost puppet to help him deliver it to his mouth.

Chun Yuan Dan belly, Yang Xian Mao immediately felt that there was a trickling stream of Yuan Qi in the dantian, with the appearance of Yuan Qi, the yin and yang true fire of the dantian also began to overflow, although the speed was still relatively slow, but it didn't take long for him to be able to move his body again.

And at this time, Wen Xin found herself. Immediately afterwards, Wende also came to find it, and the scene just now happened.

Wende was beaten by the ghost puppet to the point that his face was like a pig's head, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his snow-white teeth were already red with blood at this moment. She said with difficulty: "You just fight." If you don't want your son anymore, just go ahead and fight. ”

Yang Xianmao sneered: "No matter how hidden you are, I can still find my son! ”

He flashed to the grave where the white-haired old woman had fallen, and saw that the old woman was still stuck into the grave like an upside-down onion, with only her feet swaying in the wind.

He didn't pull her out, just in case, he first clicked twice to dislocate the white-haired old woman's feet, and then pressed his hands on her feet, pouring the pure Xuanyin True Fire in his body into it, and in an instant, the white-haired old woman's body was frozen into a popsicle.

Then Yang Xianmao pulled it out and immediately dislocated her hands. At the same time, he also froze his hands with Xuanyin True Fire.

He spared the old woman's life, because he might still be able to use it, once he was frozen by his own Xuanyin True Fire, don't expect to be able to unravel it, because the Xuanyin True Fire is only owned by himself. Taking 10,000 steps back, she untied it herself, her hands and feet were dislocated, and she didn't believe that she couldn't handle her.

After observing for a while, I found that the old woman was lying motionless, and then I felt my pulse and found that there was still a heartbeat, but the whole person was already in a serious coma. The whole body was shattered beyond recognition, most of the white hair on the head was blown off, the flesh and blood were blurred, especially there was a big hole in the door of the head, a small bone was blown away, and the red blood and white ** were pasted on the wound, shocking, I don't know if I can still live.

Yang Xianmao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him like this. Then he quickly came to the side of the snake fairy girl who was blown away by the white-haired old woman, and found her curled up on the ground motionless, and was taken aback, didn't the Flood Desolation God Crocodile Scale Vest given to her work?

He hurriedly squatted down, grabbed her wrist to check the pulse, and found that the pulse was still beating, but it was relatively weak, and quickly injected a Xuanyin True Fire into her body for scanning, and found that her internal organs were not damaged, and there was no internal bleeding, it seemed that she had just been shocked by the violent shock and passed out.

So, Yang Xianmao pinched his middle and injected an extremely fine pure yang true fire into it, imitating the golden needle puncture point into it, and sure enough, the huge stimulation quickly made the snake fairy Gu wake up from the coma and slowly open her eyes. Seeing the moonlight, Yang Xianmao was looking at her intently.