147 A tearful expression in the corners of her eyes
In the white light, the two adults were not ashamed, and a ball of light like the purest holy light came out of the mouth of Pang Sanlang, who was a human being, and entered the body of the wolf girl. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The holy light lingered, and the wounds on the wolf girl's body were recovering very quickly.
With two dings, the two bullets fell to the ground, and the skin of the lower abdomen exposed behind the wolf girl's blood-stained shirt was smooth and crystalline, without the slightest scar.
"Wow, it's beautiful."
The girl in Song Shijing's team couldn't help but praise loudly.
This praise also brought the demon slayer in the forest back to their senses.
Song Shijing suddenly covered her eyes, looked at the scene with her fingers, gritted her teeth and said, "How can you say kiss in front of so many people!" Shame on you! ā
"Captain, your neck is red." The girl quipped.
"What's the big deal," the man with the rifle grinned, "Captain, you haven't seen it, have you?" ā
Song Shijing snorted: "Me! How I haven't seen it! I've never seen anything! ā
The bazooka man shook his head: "Captain, what a lady." ā
"Xiao Yue, don't!"
There was a sudden shout from behind, it was the girl next to Zou Yue.
Zou Yue actually knelt on one knee at this time, and a few grass clippings in her hair proved that she had just rolled forward and picked up the firearm that had just been shot down by lightning.
Standard knelt on one knee and held the gun in both hands, her eyes were full of anger, and the crosshair was aimed at Song Shijing.
Song Shijing's reaction was finally swift, and she violently pushed the female team members around her away, and frantically injected spiritual power into the fist gloves in her hands!
Bang!
Bullets and gunshots rang out, and at this moment, Zou Xinren, who had been lying under the tree just now, put on a posture like a scorpion!
Blood is rolling! Field Impact!
Zou Xinren's sturdy body disappeared into the blood wave with a 'bang' again!
Bang bang!
Gunshots rang out three times in a row!
The blood wave also rushed to Pang Sanlang's side in an instant, and a dagger stabbed Pang Sanlang's neck!
The wolf girl who kissed her husband had already opened her eyes, and her eyes were full of horror! But at this time, she had no time to do anything, although the injuries on her body were recovering rapidly, her strength had not recovered a little!
Electrifying flint!
The dagger was still three centimeters away from the slightly protruding bone joint on the back of Pang Sanlang's neck, and it could be stopped!
With one hand, he grabbed Zou Xinren's wrist and directly dragged this guy out of the blood wave!
On the other side, a lightning shield appeared in front of Song Shijing, which steadily blocked the three bullets, and the bullets were embedded in the small half, and they could no longer move forward.
Song Shijing's arm trembled slightly.
The team members next to Song Shijing were about to shoot when they were angry, but Song Shijing moved faster. The wooden sword inserted on the ground behind him flew up directly out of thin air and landed in Song Shijing's hands, and two bolts of lightning slashed out like a long snake, directly submerging Zou Yue's body.
The lightning flashed, Zou Yue's body trembled, her hair was scorched, and her eyes rolled and she fell back......
Song Shijing's female team members gritted their teeth and scolded: "Captain! This kind of person kills us for a reason! She's shooting you! ā
"Aren't we just the same bastards as her?" Song Shijing scolded in a low voice, and the female team member bowed her head, a little unconvinced.
Song Shijing pursed her lips, her hands trembled a little, she was injured by the momentum of the bullet, she couldn't lift it for the time being, and the wooden sword also fell to the ground.
Suddenly, there was a 'click' sound of bone cracking behind him, accompanied by a scream that could not bear the pain.
Song Shijing turned around and saw ......
Mu Qian let go of Zou Xinren's left wrist, and the other party was holding his wrist and screaming, trembling and taking half a step back.
The blood-red dagger fell behind Pang Sanlang.
Mu Qian said with a calm expression: "I've seen a lot of demon slayers like you, and I think I'm very strong, so I'll just be empty-eyed." ā
"you!" Zou Xinren raised his left leg, raised his leg high, and smashed his heel towards Mu Qian's temple. He was still attacking Pang Sanlang just now, and now he has locked on Mu Qian.
Mu Qian turned sideways very casually, and Zou Xinren's blow naturally missed.
Mu Qian poked out a finger, like a kindergarten teacher punishing a disobedient child, and tapped his finger on Zou Xinren's left knee.
Click! The sound of bone cracking wafted through the forest, Zou Xinren screamed, crazy, desperate, and the other fist that could only be clenched hit Mu Qian's face!
"People like you ......" Mu Qian shook his head and laughed, suddenly unable to find the right adjective.
raised a kick and kicked Zou Xinren's lower abdomen, directly kicking him out like a ball.
The A-level demon slayer flew out more than ten meters and crashed into the trunk of a big tree, struggling in embarrassment, but he couldn't stand up, his face was covered with blood and he was still glaring at Mu Qian.
Mu Qian raised his left hand at Zou Xinren, and a faint blue flame burned on his fingers......
"Xiao Qian!" Song Shijing shouted beside her, and just one voice contained a lot of emotions.
"Why didn't I find out that you were such a bastard before," Mu Qian complained a little helplessly, his fingers shaking, and the flame was dispersed.
It's not much fun to bully a guy of this level, Mu Qian just taught Pang Sanlang just now.
Song Shijing breathed a sigh of relief, her arms still couldn't be raised, but the scene was basically under control. She ran to Mu Qian's side and smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you." ā
"Inexplicable."
"You just listened to my advice and didn't kill him." Song Shijing's eyes floated with a little happiness.
Derivation formula: If he can be influenced by his own words, then he must care about himself, which shows that he has his own in his heart!
I remembered the last time in the ruins of the mall, the man with an indifferent face wiped out the members of the resurrection with a gesture and bloomed one after another......
Comparing the two, it is normal for Song Shijing to think so.
In fact, that time, the Demon King was a little annoyed that he was ruined by the resurrection of his daily life, and he also let others know that there was an existence like him in the town, and he accumulated anger one after another, and vented it a little.
And this time, the mood is inexplicably pretty good......
Because the target of the help was Pang Sanlang, Mu Qian's anger was shattered as soon as he accumulated a little, so his mentality was very peaceful.
The helicopter that was blown up before is a different story...... Those guys almost bullied Xiaoling, and they were hopeless no matter what.
looked at Song Shijing a little proud......
"Then I'll kill him."
"Don't, don't! Don't kill people! ā
Mu Qian was about to continue to move, but Song Shijing hurriedly raised his hand to stop it. Because the impact of the bullet was still there just now, when she grabbed Mu Qian's wrist, her little hand shook twice, and her little face was a little bitter.
This coquettish appearance made the three team members next to him, as well as Pang Sanlang and his wife sitting on the ground, instantly understand something.
Mu Qian looked at her little red hands, and her voice was a little cold: "Don't kill the one who shot you?" ā
"Don't, because they're all demon slayers, and they should be judged from above." Song Shijing's face was also quite serious, although her eyes were a little gloomy, she still tried to smile and said, "That was an attempted murder just now, and it will definitely be punished heavily!" ā
"Isn't that guy your classmate?"
"How do you know?" Song Shijing was stunned.
Mu Qian shrugged: "If I want to listen, the sound within ten kilometers of the vicinity can't escape my ears." Looking at Song Shijing's little face smiling hard, his voice was more gentle: "Don't hold on, cry out if it hurts." ā
Song Shijing's eyes were red, two tears hung in the corners of her eyes, her arms were still numb and she couldn't wipe them off, she stomped her feet and scolded: "You hate it!" What make me cry, I can't hold back it! ā
"With such a soft heart, what else do you do as a demon slayer."
Mu Qian's eyes were a little helpless, looking at the girl in front of him who was only a few centimeters shorter than himself, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
There was a wind blowing in the forest, carrying the fragrance of some grass and trees.
The appearance of her tearful lips and chuckling in the corners of her eyes, accompanied by those two crystal tears, fell on his heart.
Next to him, a small white hand grabbed the dagger on the ground behind Pang Sanlang...... (To be continued.) )