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"I don't want to die, get out of here. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "The cavalry in front of them all rioted, crowding the cavalry behind, and the nature of people was unobstructed, how sad.

"Die, bastard." The cavalry behind pushed forward vigorously, and the former comrades-in-arms were all thrown away to feed the dogs in an instant, and their faces were as hideous as Shura.

Long Ji even dragged up the subordinates who were blocking him and threw them out, without a trace of stagnation in his movements, and he didn't even have a look of bearability. When they were at their most disordered, the eyes of the withered rain in the bushes flashed with a gleam, and the time had finally come, and over-looking would always be lost, this was a blind spot with the deadliest moment. The dry rain pinched the branch again, the calf was accumulated, like an arrow from the string, through the panicked cavalry approached Long Ji, a blow to the head, Long Ji did not have much time to struggle, his eyes were wide open, as if he was dead, the blood fountain gushed on the thin line, exposing the existence of the thin line, the dry rain did not enter the bushes, the process was easy and freehand, the blow was very fierce and stabbed on the main artery of Long Ji's neck, there was no flaw, so that Long Ji, the martial artist at the top of the martial arts realm, did not have any resistance. The cavalry saw Long Ji die, no sympathy can be said to have been numb, when Long Ji used it as a shield, everyone was worried that the next one would be themselves, at that time he had already lost his prestige, at this moment they only felt that he deserved to die, and he couldn't afford to ripple half of his feelings.

Husband and wife are the same forest birds, and they sleep together for a hundred days a day, but they still fly separately when disaster comes, not to mention that these cavalrymen are not husband and wife at all, and they don't even have a dew relationship, who cares if they live or die with each other?

A gray-robed man on the treetop snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the dry rain ruining his interest, his white and slender hands like sheep fat and jade, his five fingers flicked, and a circle of thin threads was tied on his fingertips, it seemed that he was manipulating these thin lines, and the thin lines that densely covered this area gradually converged.

After the dry rain succeeded, he planned his body to run away from the battlefield, he didn't want to offend any strong people, and tried to avoid it if he could not be affected, this is the first criterion of dry rain, that is, this criterion saved him from a lot of trouble, but it didn't work so well every time.

"Ahh......h

The dry rain went in the direction of Yantai and the others, following the traces left on the surface, and his figure did not decrease. The gray-robed man glanced at the corpses all over the ground, his eyes were indifferent, and then he opened his body and chased after him, he was not allowed to have a living mouth, which not only threatened his interests, but also threatened the safety of the forces to which he belonged.

After all, the difference in strength is a hard injury, the dry rain has escaped as fast as possible, the sea of qi has a vague feeling of exhaustion, and the violent dryness spreads along the chest, pressing the dry rain out of breath. The gray-robed man shook his five fingers and used the thin line to accelerate, and soon he had already pulled in the distance, and the dry rain sensed that the crisis was coming, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't make any resistance.

The thin line of the gray-robed man is like his arm, the gray-robed man increases his strength, and the thin line condenses into a thick rope, whipping on the dry rain's body, without the wrapping of martial energy, it can be seen that the gray-robed man is completely playing, playing with life. The dry rain was whipped over a few times by a rope, and fell straight down beside a rift, and the gray-robed man did not intend to let him go, and the next whip was slammed down.

The methods of the gray-robed man are extremely insidious but also clever, every whip is to make the dry rain dark and bruised, and there is no trace on the skin, it is obviously precisely controlled by the martial energy, and the martial qi is indeed the short board of the dry rain, and the dry rain will undoubtedly not be able to catch up even if it shoots 10,000 horses. Ku Yu spit out a mouthful of blood foam Xingzi, and actually laughed, laughing a little crazy, because he touched death, very close, he always had a fluke psychology when he was in the soul world, and this time it was completely different, he would die, and the chance of survival was slim, but he wanted more and more fear, maybe he could enter the realm again, he was not a so-called martial idiot, let alone a psychopath, but every time he made a breakthrough in cultivation, he could feel the tremor from the soul, that kind of joy. Cultivation is not only to maintain a pious heart to seek the Tao, but also to seek demons and death, so that people will not die for thousands of years.

The dry rain actually straightened his chest to meet the whip that the gray-robed man swung down, the unruly in his eyes was fleeting, and a frenzy suddenly appeared in his chest, and the heroic wind was exposed.

The gray-robed man struck a blow, but he was stunned, according to people's habitual thinking, the dry rain should flee in embarrassment to be really logical, the dry rain made the gray-robed man embarrassed to continue to be ruthless, the gray-robed man laughed suddenly, it was a woman's voice, the laughter was like a warbler's song lingering, extremely crisp: "Some meaning, just leave you alive, I will seal all your memories, and live as my private property in the future."

Her choice made her fate begin to become ill-fated, and it took her life, at least the dry rain felt like this, even if she still didn't blame him at the last moment, but it was already the sadness that the dry rain became a god and still wanted to make up for it.

At the junction of the inner and outer periphery of the Crescent Forest, there is a medium-sized city, Dongba City. It is famous for its wise men, and the warriors are not as valuable as the outside world, but rather the wise men who have mastered knowledge are highly regarded by the residents of this area. The economy of this city-state is unprecedentedly developed, but the strength of the army is not even comparable to the Qing City, and it may be in harmony with the surrounding neighbors for a long time, and even some powerful tribes have surrendered, because no one will want to be the enemy of the wise, the wise man indirectly controls life and death, and can paralyze a tribal economic system with a flick of his fingers, which is definitely what the warrior can't do, no matter how many people the warrior kills, in the final analysis, it is just to help those tribes clean up the full population and reduce the food burden, These tribes will not only not stop but will also help behind their backs to a certain extent, what they lack the most is the population, and the most headache is also the population.

"Big man, ten grams of black bean root ground into powder, thirty grams of red and spicy Liao, Gourcha and black rice tree are matched......" The girl's soft voice revealed a kind of perseverance, almost a stubbornness that people can't help but love, no matter whether its owner is beautiful or not, there is an irresistible temptation to anyone, not to mention that this girl's white dress is absolutely beautiful.

Compared with the girl, it reflects the stupid young man next to him, the big man habitually scratches his head, skillfully picks out the medicine that the girl said in the medicine cabinet, grinds the black bean root, and then divides it into several parts according to the amount, and submits it to a middle-aged man in front of the counter, and says sincerely: "Uncle, I have helped you divide the dosage of the medicine for diarrhea, not too much and not too little at a time, too much will aggravate the symptoms, too little will be difficult to be effective, remember to decoction before three meals."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, as an answer to the big man, the pair of thief eyes circulated on the girl, and he refused to move away for half a minute, and finally did a lot of ideological struggle before he reluctantly twisted his rich body and left, obviously the drunkard did not mean to drink!

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