Chapter 378 Rescued

What happened at that time, in fact, Xiang Yu couldn't remember it very clearly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing his woman being humiliated, as long as it was a man, he couldn't stand it, let alone the woman he put on the tip of his heart.

The fury erupted like a volcano, filling his chest, and there was nothing to see in his eyes except that scene, only the fat back that disgusted him, and the purple skirt that kept struggling.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his raised hand stabbed it fiercely with the Overlord Divine Spear! Punch it out! Either you die, or I die!

The sudden explosion of murderous aura behind him woke up Song Yi, who was immersed in strange excitement! Although Song Yi's combat experience can be regarded as rich, the people who sneak up on the treacherous hell are still too far behind the experience of fighting in a dignified manner on the battlefield! Only the instinct of the martial artist made him turn back suddenly, and at the same time, he arranged a black spiritual power behind him with his backhand to practice defense!

"Tear up!" The crisp and neat cracking sound did not occur under Song Yi's palm, but from behind Song Yi. But it was not the cloth that was torn, but the training drawn by Song Yi!

"Poof!" There was a dull sound, with a little weirdness, like a sharp weapon piercing through the leather, but in it, there was a crisp sound of bones shattering, but the speed was too fast, mixed with the dull sound of breaking leather, and there were only some strange sounds left.

Song Yi's half-twisted head lowered slightly, and he saw a strange black sharp metal appear on his chest.

In fact, it is not an odd thing, and no one in this era will be unfamiliar with this thing, which is the tip of a spear.

But the tip of this gun looks a little peculiar, much larger than the general tip of the gun, and much thicker, the black tip of the gun does not know what kind of metal it is, the cold air is faint and with a bad atmosphere, it is very difficult to provoke, although there is no blood at all, but anyone with eyes knows that this gun does not know how much blood it drinks.

Why do I have an extra tip in my chest?

This was the last thought in Song Yi's mind, even with his advanced cultivation, he could only buy him more time for this idea, and even the hideous look on his face didn't have time to fade.

Because the spear head, which was much larger than the average spear head, not only broke his ribs and pierced his heart, but also broke his spine.

"Pounce." There was another dull sound, and the black tip of the spear on Song Yi's chest was gone, and in its place, red-haired and black blood spurted out like a fountain.

Sprayed purple smoke on his face.

What does it look like in the Purple Smoke Eye?

In fact, the impression of Ziyan is not very clear.

Because of the drug, Ziyan's eyes saw that the impression was not clear, the strength of her whole body was imprisoned, her soft limbs were weak, and the struggle with all her strength looked like she wanted to refuse and welcome, but there was a strange heat on her body, and the most dangerous thing was that her consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, and her private parts were abnormally moist, with a strange emptiness and itching, almost tormenting her to go crazy! People can't help but feel like they stop resisting and go to a man.

Although I didn't have this kind of experience before, but Ziyan is not stupid, and he is studying drugs, how can he not know that this is the effect of an aphrodisiac? Once the defense of consciousness is relaxed, what will happen, Ziyan knows very well! Even if she knew that it was a desperate struggle in vain, she would never give up resisting!

This kind of powerlessness, it's not the first time she's encountered! In the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, when the moon was shining outside the window, she was also desperate and powerless. But compared with the two, Ziyan inexplicably had a feeling: such humiliation, she would rather the person who committed the violence be Xiang Yu.

The consciousness was already very vague, the chest was open and cold, and the skin that had been wiped by Song Yi's delicate and smooth hands stood up with dense goosebumps, but the two-point dogwood also stood up under the effect of the medicine!

The fairy clothes on his body finally played the last layer of protection, and the completely different structure from contemporary clothes made Song Yi busy entangled, but the fairy clothes were tough, he couldn't tear them at all, maybe it was the strength of the fairy clothes that made him greedy, Song Yi was unwilling to destroy this treasure, so he could only untie them one by one along the structure, delaying him for a lot of time.

But how long can this delay last?

Just when Ziyan was desperate to the extreme, a familiar tip of the gun suddenly appeared in front of her with a "poof", the tip of the gun flashed, and then the scarlet cloak with the smell of rust sprinkled down on her head, and the next moment, the disgusting weight on her body was lifted, and the face that she thought about when she was sleepy before really appeared in front of her!

Then she was wrapped in a cloak with a familiar smell and pressed into her familiar arms.

The position of the cheek was facing his heart, and the cold and hard armor with armor leaves was very uncomfortable on his face, but Ziyan didn't care, and the breath that was tight in his heart suddenly relaxed, and somehow, an inexplicable grievance suddenly rose. I didn't shed a single tear when I encountered such a trap before, but at this moment, it fell down one drop after another as if the floodgates had been opened.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Ziyan's strangeness and fragility were perceived by Xiang Yu, who had been paying attention to him, for the first time, and hurriedly wiped her tears, coaxing her with a little honest clumsiness, "It's okay, it's safe, don't cry......"

"Who...... Who's crying? It's okay if he doesn't coax, but the purple smoke feels more and more aggrieved and squeamish, and the tears are like falling down, smashing on Xiang Yu's armor and scattering into a splash. But he still doesn't admit it, and the sound is as loud as a mosquito humming, but it is becoming more and more soft and delicate.

This kind of voice is generally called: coquettish.

Ziyan was also startled by her own voice, at this moment her voice was not as clear as usual like coquettishness, but in her voice, there was an imperceptible temptation and enchantment.

Song Yi's bastard's drug works so well?!

Ziyan, whose will has been gradually disintegrated by the drug, still retains the last bit of sobriety: "Song Yi is ......"

"Rest assured, he's dead." Xiang Yu didn't even look at the corpse of Song Yi who was divided into two beside him, his head was hit with a transparent hole that ran through the back and back from the third rib, and his heart, spine, and lung lobes were all shattered, and even a corpse could not be turned to be such a corpse! Now he was scrambling to pat her sobbing back softly, as gently as caring for the world's most important baby. Thinking of today's events, Xiang Yu was also afraid for a while!

Luckily, he arrived just in time! If he had been one or three o'clock in the evening, Ziyan would have lost his life even if he didn't die! He's really going to lose her.