What's inside?,It's said to be a new anti-theft function.,I'm so curious.,I'll try it's not good-looking.,As a result, the pixel of the camera that gave them a picture was still low.,So the finished product has the style of a rampage comic.,And Ning Qing is not a painting style at all.。

The style of painting is inconsistent.

Ning Qing is actually very good-looking, she is the kind of gentle and elegant type, and when she laughs lightly, she is like a noble son in a play, and she definitely belongs to the hexagram of girl comics.

Although his self-perception is a little deviated, thinking that he is handsome and cool, because the key word is handsome and not cool, this deviation does not affect the effectiveness of that sentence.

So the unhandsome ones are still, and the handsome ones are still moving.

It's really a mysterious physique. Ning Qing thought about it, and glanced at Ning Gouyu, who was moving freely, but unfortunately he couldn't consult him now, and he had to avoid the corpse chaser.

But even if he could ask now, Ning Gou didn't have time to answer him.

Ning Qing's words came true, and almost at the same time, Ning Gou Yu felt the scattered vitality, and subconsciously started to operate the exercises.

The aura of heaven and earth swept from all around, converging into a huge vortex in an instant, enveloping him.

He closed his eyes and gradually floated in the air, contemplating the sudden mystery.

The breeze came slowly, and Ning Gou Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of inky black eyes, like a cold pool bottomless, as if there are sun, moon and stars changing in it.

The momentum around him skyrocketed, and with a slight flick of his wrist, it was a sword volley that slashed out in the air, and his true qi evolved into a vast sea of stars!

The sword light was faster than the thunder sound, enveloping the audience in an instant, and the dusk turned into a starry night.

The mutation was born abruptly at this time, and in an instant, the stars fell and shattered into dust!

A sword point to ten thousand laws!

The sword light exploded with the vision, falling straight into the world, and it was indestructible everywhere it passed.

The sparks of the phantom array node splashed wildly, and there was a crisp sound of explosion, and the slanting sun and dusk collapsed in an instant, and the earth trembled, and dust flew everywhere.

Countless corpses also turned into powder like stars, fluttering and fluttering, and finally returned to nothingness with the dust.

In the dusty sand, Ning Qing raised his weak hands with difficulty, and the small flag above his head flashed, and another light shield fell, protecting him in the middle.

The sudden increase in the power of this sword made him have to plan more.

In fact, he was just worried in vain, the sword light continued to slide, but as if he was conscious, every one of them avoided him, and he didn't even touch the edge.

Looking up at Ning Gouyu, who was still blank, Ning Qing suddenly understood that even if Ning Gouyu was not awake, he would definitely not hurt him subconsciously.

They are the master and slave connected by numerology, and the other party is a sword spirit who is completely in control of his hands, and no matter when, the other party will put him first.

No harm, no betrayal.

This realization was extremely clear at this moment, and it clearly made Ning Qing a little silent.

After a long while, Ning Qing looked around like no one was fine.

The corpse chaser boy was easy to find, and he was sitting on the ground at this time, and the charm he was holding tightly in his hand emitted a faint white light, protecting him impenetrable.

Ning Qing raised her eyebrows, realizing that Ning Gou Yu might be a little blind, this spell may not be as simple as suppression, in the case of the big brawl and Ning Gou Yu's madness, he can still protect the young man safe and sound.

The identity of the person who sent these talismans must not be simple, and they can't deal with that corpse puppet at will, and it still depends on this young man in the end.

It's a pity that the boy's appearance classification doesn't seem to be handsome in Ning Qing's mind, and he was pressed the pause button at the moment, motionless.

Seeing the flames on the ground, Ning Qing lucked his luck, grabbed the corpse chaser boy, and dragged him into the periphery of the light mask: "Okay, okay, barely you and I have a painting style." ”

This sentence lifted the boy's pause, he was confused for a while, and then he was grateful, and kept thanking: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you very much...... I, I ......"

Ning Qing didn't want to listen to his ramblings, in fact, without his involvement, this young man would not have anything to do, so he immediately interrupted him: "Do you see your corpse puppet? He can't move now, you hurry up and put the charm on it." ”

The young man let out an "ah", looked in the direction Ning Qing pointed, and immediately saw the corpse puppet half buried in the soil, and it was really motionless.

He was very surprised, and thanked him again: "Thank you! Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I really don't know how to find him!"

Ning Qing waved his hand to say that he didn't need to thank him, and urged the young man to hurry over.

The boy nodded, spell in his hand, carefully avoiding the sparks that were flying around on the ground, and went to the corpse puppet in shock.

Ning Qing looked at his timid appearance, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and looked away to see Ning Gouyu who was still floating in the air.

In fact, Ning Gou finished slashing with one sword left, releasing the heaven and earth aura that could not be absorbed, and soon came to his senses, and when he saw Ning Qing looking at him, he also looked back at Ning Qing very calmly.

However, it was probably because he had just failed to grasp the power of the sword, and he was a little weak when he saw the desolation around him, and that calmness could not be justified, but made his dark eyes full of innocence.

Ning Qing felt so tired when she saw him being cute again, and she especially wanted to tell him that it was time to go to work, and she couldn't be coquettish.

It's a pity that Ning Gouyu reacted relatively quickly, and changed the topic as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master, the corpse puppet has been suppressed." ”

Ning Qing paused, and saw that the young man had indeed put a spell on the corpse puppet, and was trying to drag him out of the soil.

The crisis had been lifted, Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to remove the magic technique.

It was also very tiring to maintain the output of internal qi all the time, and now his meridians were faintly tingling.

The small flag above his head shrunk and fluttered down, and was caught by Ning Qing and put into his arms, and just as he was about to ask something, he felt that his head was covered and his body was weak, and his legs trembled and almost fell to the ground.

Ning Gou's eyes were fast, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he immediately fell from the air, and with a wave of his sleeves, Ning Qing landed safely.

After checking it with a serious face, Ning Gouyu's expression was a lot more relaxed: "The master is fine, but the internal qi is exhausted, and he is a little out of strength at this time." ”

Ning Qing was also aware of his situation, and sat on the ground and tried to move his limp limbs, as if he had been filled with lead, and there was no way to move freely at all.

"I can't go by myself, you carry me, I'd rather be leftover." Ning Qing felt that she had forgotten something, but she really couldn't remember it, so she could only talk about something else, "When you came, I carried you, and now it's your turn to selflessly dedicate! ”

But Ning Gouyu, who has always been obedient, did not agree this time: "Master, I have no substance, and I have no heart." ”

Ning Qing was speechless.

By the way, Ning Gou is a sword spirit, and there is no entity at the moment.

Ning Qing shook his dizzy head, and said in his heart that he didn't know about it, the monk's memory was very good, why did he suddenly forget it?

But speaking of which, Ning Gou's remaining Yuan Spirit doesn't seem to be so transparent, but when Ning Qing takes a closer look, he feels that he is still like that, and there is no special change.

Ning Gouyu didn't seem to feel any change in himself, and explained Ning Qing's matter very calmly: "The master's physique is not yet complete, and if he fails to catch it for a while, his memory will be confused, and it will not hinder him much." ”

It's not that bad enough to be remembered, but it's true that people are dizzy.

Ning Qing couldn't concentrate, the pause had long since turned back to playing, and everything returned to normal.

As a result, he fainted even more.

Ning Qing sighed, looking like she had to ask for help from the delicate and weak corpse chaser boy.

But can the corpse chaser boy succeed?

Ning Qing looked at the young man who was still fighting against the corpse puppet with great suspicion, and felt that he couldn't convince himself.

The young man didn't feel Ning Qing's entanglement, he pulled the corpse puppet out of the ground like a carrot, and drove him to run to Ning Qing's side and thank him again.

Ning Qing politely said twice, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

The young man hurriedly said: "Yes, what are you busy with?"

Ning Qing said: "You see that I used too much force just now, and now I don't have any strength at all, can you please help me? I still have to go to those two sect disciples to ask something." ”

The young man agreed without thinking about it, and then easily picked him up under Ning Qing's suspicious gaze.

Hugged it.

up.

Get up.

Come.

Ning Qing's expression was about to crack, he had a hundred or ten pounds, and he didn't look lighter than that corpse puppet, why was he hugged by the princess all of a sudden?

A corpse puppet, it took so much effort for the young man to pull it out, how could it be so easy to get to him, it's not scientific at all!

He thinks he's all drunk, okay?

Ning Gouyu looked at the owner's sluggish face, thought about it and still didn't say anything, silently followed behind the brisk young man, and walked towards the pile of rocks.

He had a strong premonition that speaking at such a time seemed to be a very unwise choice.

Silence spread everywhere until the moment everyone saw the pile of rubble.

The entire pile of rocks is full of blood, and the party escorting Niuniu has disappeared.

Yuan Haoyan lost his right hand, black poisonous blood was dripping from the wound, his left hand was weakly covering his abdomen, and he was sitting on the ground with a big blow.

As for the unconscious Mrs. Ruji, her skin was already stained with blue gray, there were a few more scratches on her body, and the place where the skin and flesh turned out was black and purple, and she looked quite poisoned.

What's going on here?

When he arrived at Ning Qing's side, Ning Qing, who was self-absorbed, suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

Ning Qing had a pair of light brown eyes, glowing like glass in the cold sunlight. It was a very clear and transparent color, so clean that it made people cringe, and I felt like I would be seen through it in a moment.

The boy was a little dizzy for a while, his brain was blank, and he couldn't say a word when he thought of it. He couldn't control his speed, and he didn't have time to change his posture, obviously one or two inches taller than Ning Qing, but he was in a bird's posture, and crashed into Ning Qing's arms.

A pair of sweaty hands subconsciously touched the storage bag on Ning Qing's waist.

At the same time, two more hands were pressed on Ning Qing's waist.

The boy was frightened by the force on his wrist, screamed in sharp pain, and looked down tremblingly.

His two hands were pressed by Ning Qing at the bottom, and Ning Qing had a big hand on his hand, holding Ning Qing and pinching his right wrist.

The little green donkey reacted slowly, opened his mouth to bite the young man's clothes, and pulled him away from Ning Qing. It snorted discontentedly from its nostrils, its eyes fixed on the boy, its hooves restlessly moving.

Ning Qing touched the angry little green donkey, looked at the frightened young man without changing his face, and turned back to look at the person holding him.

It was a monk who seemed to be in his early twenties, and Ning Qing couldn't judge the real age of this person, so he could only be called a young man. looks good, but it's not the popular handsome.