Ling Qingping forcibly mentioned Zhenyuan to protect her mind, and she didn't have any spare strength to fight, but she also knew that the seventh sister of the seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts was not ruthless enough to kill her with one move, and there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

However, she was disappointed.

"It's easy to kill you, but corpses are of no use to me. The corners of Yue Qimei's mouth curled slightly, and the previous guilt was gone, "The night before yesterday, I bathed in the tent with a bucket, and you noticed it when I spread the word in the water, isn't it?"

Ling Qingping couldn't do it if she wanted to grit her teeth, she felt as if her throat was about to break, and she could only release a sad and angry look from her eyes in despair.

Yue Qimei's eyes showed memories, "Qingping, if you agree to join the altar, we are still sisters! Give each other a chance, okay?"

Listening to the whispers that almost came out of her teeth behind her, Ling Qingping knew that the other party was giving herself one last chance, and she still remembered a trace of love in the past, but she still rubbed the dirt and shook her head.

Yue Qimei closed her eyes and sighed, and when she opened her eyes again, her face was expressionless, she let go of her hand slightly, and said, "What are your last words when you let me go?"

Ling Qingping raised her hand and grabbed her wrist, and said with difficulty: "I want to know... You've always been on the altar... People?"

Yue Qimei shook her head, "You and I are in a true relationship, that separation made me understand that people must rely on themselves ---! Don't worry, I won't kill you, the more burdens the team, the better, and there will be a straw that will kill the camel." ”

Ling Qingping closed her eyes and said nothing, tears sliding down the sand.

'Poof——!'

With a soft sound, Yue Qimei lightly imprinted her palm on Ling Qingping's forehead, and when she closed her palm, her backhand shook on her chest, and then she waved her hand and took out a wooden falcon, which was quickly filled with spirit crystals...

Cui Lang is still practicing one-handed shuffling, quite slippery.

His back was leaning against a small tree, and behind him was a row of tents three meters apart.

'Whoa——!

There was a sound in the distance, mixed with the sound of small trees snapping, as if some behemoth was walking through the trees.

With such a sound, there was no need for Cui Lang to wake up, everyone had already rushed out of the tent and sacrificed their blades one after another.

"Qingping... Someone's coming——!"

The sound exceeded 300 meters, Wen Yiming raised his gun and came out of the crowd, and before he could run out of 200 meters, everyone saw an eagle falcon with more than two feet of horizontal wings rolling up countless broken branches, leaning over and riding a person, unable to see the appearance clearly, driving the eagle into the sky, disappearing in an instant, disappearing into the night.

When everyone rushed to the scene, Yue Qimei, who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, curled up in a cage of thorns with Ling Qingping, who was as soft as a sack, and her clothes were torn countless by thorns, and they were drenched in blood.

Yiqing and Xiaoshan hurriedly stepped forward to help the two back to the camp, looking at Ling Qingping, who was lying on the ground, everyone looked at Wen Yiming.

Yiqing was helping Yue Qimei, who was crying in a low voice, to bandage her wounds, and Wen Yiming took a long time to retract her perception of concentration in her body, and her face was quite ugly.

"You must save her, you must save her..."Yue Qimei burst into tears, choking and coughing up cold blood.

Wen Yiming released a holy light technique on Yue Qimei's body, and frowned: "The Holy Altar in your body is strong, and the power of my holy light is insufficient, so I can only help you suppress it temporarily." ”

In the process of returning, it is understood that they were ambushed by a man in black, and then fled on a flying mount.

"Boss, Qingping she..." Zhong Xiaoshan wanted to speak and stopped, looking at Wen Yiming's expression, it seemed that the situation was unfavorable.

With a long sigh, Ling Qingping's situation, in her previous life, could be called a vegetative person, and said, "Qingping's mind has been hit hard, and there is nothing to be done at the moment. Fortunately, there is not much Soul Devouring Energy in his mind, and the external aid True Yuan should be able to suppress it, and it can be completely expelled after three days by casting the Holy Light Technique. ”

"However, it's hard to wake her up!" Wen Yiming's last sentence made everyone frown, and Yue Qimei directly vomited a mouthful of blood, and her neck was crooked and she fainted.

"!" Amon got up and kicked a piece of gravel, and suddenly shouted at Cui Lang, who was silent, "Prodigal son, you keep the hair at night!"

Cui Lang was silent, and Sai Yaren got up and grabbed Amun, "Brother Meng, don't do this!

Before he finished speaking, Amon pushed it away, kicked the gravel all the way to vent, and shouted: "Fifth Autumn Girl, I will kill her sooner or later!"

Sai Yaren shrugged and sat down, raising his hand on Cui Lang's shoulder, "Prodigal son, don't go to your heart, Meng Ge feels sorry for our little princess, and this tone has not eased yet." ”

Cui Lang sighed and said: "I didn't take responsibility for the accident that happened on duty twice at night. ”

Wen Yiming hugged Ling Qingping and said, "It's none of your business, it's my negligence, don't mention this matter again! Yiqing, you take care of Qingping, and I will personally keep vigil in the second half of the night." ”

Out of the tent, Wen Yiming walked towards Amon, who had once again performed the Mad Demon Knife Technique, and at the same time turned on the aura of concentration.

Successive accidents have caused cracks in the team, and although Amon did not mean to, this trend should not be underestimated.

"Amon!" Wen Yiming didn't say much, greeted him, took out two jars of spirits, patted open the mud seal and began to drink alone.

Amon was sullen, and split two more, and then sat down angrily, and when he lifted the wine jar, he poured it violently.

"Tolerate the fifth autumn girl, do you blame me!" Wen Yiming said bluntly, he knows Amon's character, and communication does not need to beat around the bush.

Amon wiped the wine from his lips and said after a long time: "I don't understand your relationship with her, but... If you're a spy, I can't choose!"

Wen Yiming lowered his head and smiled, feeling a little moved in his heart, raised the wine jar and touched it, poured it violently, and listened to Amon Zhengse: "Perhaps, I will kill you, and then kill myself!"

"Haha..."Wen Yiming laughed heartily, feeling that the stuffiness in his chest had disappeared a lot at once, and he said after a long time: "It wasn't her who injured Yiqing!"

The wine jar that Amon raised froze for a while before he said, "Even if it's not her, it can't get out of it, so what's the matter... Boren died because of me, didn't he?"

Wen Yiming drank the rest of the wine, smiled dumbly, patted Amon on the shoulder, told him to be quiet for a while, and then left on his own.

In the second half of the night, the two of them have been drinking and chatting in the night with a halo of concentration, Amon's emotions have been greatly released, and he punched Cui Lang at dawn and apologized in person, which embarrassed the prodigal son. However, the atmosphere of the team is finally a lot more harmonious.

When setting off, Zhong Xiaoshan carried Ling Qingping on his back, and Yiqing helped Yue Qimei, this time, the combat effectiveness of the entire team was sharply reduced, and the three of them were dragged down by no combat power, if they met Long Xiuzhu and that general again, Wen Yiming really didn't know what to do.

At present, we can only enter the Iron Hoof Valley as soon as possible, and then rush to Yongming Pass.

Just an hour, there was a hedge sand dune mentioned by Cui Lang in front of him, which was huge, shaped like two horses galloping against each other, and was more vivid and vivid against the backdrop of the withered yellow trees at the foot of the dune.

The metal door frame of a round arch at the middle passage seems to be installed with crystal, and you can faintly see the terrain behind it.

More than 300 meters away, a figure suddenly staggered out of the bushes, and went straight to the gate of the valley, and a blue wolf chased after him.

"Fifth Autumn Lady ——!"

Wen Yiming's eyes were condensed, and Amun, who was screamed and rushed out at the same time with a knife, was really frightened.

How much resentment and hatred does it take to roar out such a violent roar.

(End of chapter)