Lure the trap beast into a corner, and she can dodge it to the other side behind it when it pounces, and its tail will draw across from her, just enough time to give her time to slash its tail before it turns around. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tail of this trap beast is not easy to deal with, she can only pull the monster card position back and forth, try to control every attack on the same part, she didn't count carefully, roughly estimated, there were fifty or sixty repeated attacks, and the obstacle was that the tail finally completely lost its usefulness.

Fighting is actually a very physically demanding job, she doesn't know too much about how long she has been in, but she thinks that the time must not be short, such a long time in a row to fight, and without eating or drinking, it is really strange that she can still be energetic now.

She is actually not a militant, she has been killing the trap beast for so long in a row, if it is according to the past, even if the physical strength can support it, but the heart must be tired of it, this will not know how to drop, it is like beating chicken blood, the whole person is in a state of excitement, but unfortunately the trap beast is not a living thing, otherwise with the stimulation of blood, I don't know what she will look like.

Unlike attacking demon beasts, the weakness of the trap beast will naturally not be the location of the eyes and abdomen, and it doesn't know the pain, as long as it can still move, it will pounce and continue to attack her, even if she tries her best to deal with it, there will always be occasional mistakes, and it is not easy to avoid the key points dangerously.

But she was probably thrown into a violent state, not only did the wound not make her feel tired, she also felt very excited when she smelled her own blood, and in the end, there were more and more wounds on her body, and her mind was full of killing intent, almost instinctively controlling her actions.

In the last blow, it slammed into the crack in the spine of the trap beast, and a crackling sound came, and Mo Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

She vaguely felt that her state was not quite right, and she felt that it was so enjoyable, she was in a trance for a while, and she was defenseless, and the trap beast in front of her suddenly exploded, and the fragments were scattered like sharp blades, she was close, and she was not guarded, and she was just pierced through the heart.

The body shook twice, and finally fell backwards, lying on the ground, stunned, as if for a moment, she was both Mo Qiqi and not Mo Qiqi.

If she wasn't Mo Qiqi, who should she be?

She only felt dizzy, her hands and feet gradually became cold, and her thoughts diverged uncontrollably, and then she seemed to see a mirage, and the memories were both wonderful and incredible.

A lot of thick fog drifted down from the roof, as a reward for her passing, all of them were submerged in her body, the blood began to slowly stop, and her physical strength also recovered a little, she took out two bottles of pills to take one each, and then pressed the edge of the wound, gritted her teeth and pulled out the fragments that were stuck in her heart, and then tore it in her shirt, bandaged the wound, and then treated other small wounds on her body, and then supported the ground with her sword and went up to the fourth floor.

I wanted to take a break at the top of the staircase on the fourth floor, but I didn't expect to fall asleep leaning on the railing, and woke up again, looking out the window, it was still dark, and she didn't know what time it was.

However, the fourth floor has never been mastered, and it will not take too long to sleep, she checked her wound and found that she recovered very well.

Could it be ...... Is it the credit of those black fogs?

Mo Qiqi was a little puzzled, if it was the credit of the black mist, then why was Qiu Sike not cured? Could it be that he didn't stay long enough?

She has never liked to die with herself, and after thinking about it for a while, she didn't think about it anymore, but instead pondered her next plan.

When she was seriously injured and on the verge of coma, she seemed to have a dream, and when she first went up to the fourth floor, she could still remember the scene in the dream, and she repeated it several times to deepen her memory, but she couldn't even remember it.

patted her head, vaguely remembering that it was probably a magical dream, in which she flew away and could do anything.

Although she couldn't remember the dream, the feeling of flying away was still on her...... It's as if she's really experienced it.

She began to conspire again, thinking that her memories might have been tampered with.

Now she is still injured, she doesn't plan to enter the tower for the time being, she plans to wait for Li Jiuge and Ye Jiyang to come up, and the three of them will communicate and talk, although she feels that every time she goes up, her skills seem to be much better, but the feeling of dying just now makes her a little choked, she has to slow down, and she thinks in her heart that Qiu Sike doesn't know what to do now.

Qiu Sike's current situation is not good, Wei Changfeng took her to visit all the medical halls of Xiangyang City, but those quack doctors, after looking at the wounds, asked him to take people away to prepare for the future.

Wei Changfeng is not good at words, he ran up and down the city to the medical hall, and his white face was vomited into the color of pig liver.

If so, what if Qiu Sike really can't get better?

He looked at Qiu Sike's gradually pale face, and a huge fear spread in his heart.

If so, if he didn't have her, what was the point of his life?

But the doctors in the city said that there was no cure, how should he live?

In a panic, he suddenly remembered Mo Qiqi's words when he came out of the tower, by the way, go back to the village, go back to the village and take a look.

He fed Qiu Sike a pill, and considering her injuries, he decided to take a boat back.

The day after going to bed, Qiu Sike woke up, he fed some liquid food, and without eating two spoonfuls, Qiu Sike shook his head and refused to eat again, but looked out the window, his eyes were foggy.

Wei Changfeng is not a person who is good at comforting people, he knows that she is in a bad mood, but he can only accompany him silently, and after a long time, Qiu Sike said: "I seem to have had a long dream." ”

"What dream?" Wei Changfeng stepped forward and raised her pillow to make her more comfortable.

"It's not an interesting dream. Qiu Sike looked at the boats coming and going outside the window, and said quietly: "I suddenly feel that there is nothing wrong with being a mortal, although life is short, there are joys and sorrows, there are life and death, but there is also a different taste." ”

"Changfeng, what kind of girl would you marry if you were a mortal?"

"Marry a ......" Wei Changfeng stagnated for a moment, and said with a straight face: "I won't marry, I will always accompany you." ”

"All the time...... Cough, cough ......" Qiu Sike suddenly coughed, Wei Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward to help pat her back, and then fed her some water.

Her spirit was not good, so after such a toss, she was physically exhausted, and she fell asleep groggyly. Wei Changfeng saw that there was some sweat on her forehead, which should have been caused by her cough, so he wet the towel and helped her wipe it carefully.

His movements were gentle, and there was a soft light in his eyes that he had never noticed.