Chapter 12: Two Demons
Indifference abruptly opened his eyes again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
"Boom!"
There were two more strange screams, but the strange screams did not come from Ye Lao's mouth.
Is there still a demon there?
His gaze swept to the Dimon men, who had already fainted unconscious.
If it's not them, then who else?
Wendini weakly said to Angel, "Don't worry about me, you can run by yourself." β
Angel frowned: "Don't say frustrating words. β
Wendini smiled bitterly: "Look at all of us, we no longer have the ability to fight. β
"Until the last minute, no one can say what will happen." Angel slowly lowered her down and leaned her against the wall, "Isn't there still me?" She smiled and clapped her palms gently, "Although I am not talented, I have learned a few tricks." β
Angel said this, firstly, to comfort Wendini, and secondly, to boost her morale.
Angel has lived with her grandfather since she was a child, and the first thing her grandfather taught her was not to eat and sleep, but to take a step.
The horse steps are steady, and the kung fu is practiced deeply.
This sentence was told to her by her grandfather.
Angel was sent by her parents to live in her grandfather's house in the countryside when she was two years old.
On the first day of being two years old, Angel was led directly to the backyard by her grandfather, and she walked solidly for half an hour.
For the next three years, half an hour is added every half month.
Two-year-old Angel gets up before midnight every day, changes into her practice clothes and goes to the backyard to take a step.
Grandpa never came to check if she was lazy, and of course she was never lazy, and when she came to the kitchen after she was full, grandpa often had already prepared breakfast and waited for her.
This routine lasted until Angel was five years old, and her grandfather added another daily task to herβthe wooden stake.
Angel later learned that her grandfather learned Wing Chun and taught her to practice Wing Chun.
Grandpa's Wing Chun is as fast as lightning and impervious to wind and rain. She only learned a fur from her grandfather, and her self-defense is still effective on weekdays, but at this moment she uses it to deal with the demon Han Lao, but she doesn't know what the odds are.
However, no matter how small the chance, you still have to try.
Sitting still is not her style.
Thinking like this, Angel swiped with one foot, stretched out his fist, and quickly entered the offensive state towards Han Lao.
Indifferent noticed Angel's movements, shouted at her, shook her head slightly, and motioned for her to stabilize and stay still.
Angel stopped moving.
Han Lao turned his back to everyone and shouted twice towards the door.
As if in response, there were also two strange screams outside the door.
Han Lao was even more excited when he heard it, and hurriedly shouted a few more times.
There was no sound to answer this time.
Everyone is wondering what this is all about.
Han Lao seemed to be very anxious when he heard this voice, and he didn't even care about An Qi and the others in the room and wanted to run out again.
But before he could walk out of the door, a black figure appeared in the doorway.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
Behind the man was a curtain of rain.
There was a cold look on his face, his clothes were soaked, and there was a faint vapor around his body.
Angel was slightly surprised.
It's a promise.
But that hand ...... What's in that hand?
Is it human?
It's like a person, it's a woman. Dressed in clothes, brown clothes.
What's that bulge on your back?
Like a hump? Double hump? Double hump!
Angel's eyes widened suddenly.
Double hump!
Han Lao!
Did she make the weird scream just now?
As soon as Han Lao's eyes touched the monster that Promise was holding in his hand, he immediately roared and was about to run over.
"If you take one more step, she'll die."
The tip of the Shadow Knife was pressed against the top of the female monster's double hump.
The female monster's body trembled in fear.
Promise stared at Han Lao with cold eyes, his body did not move, and his voice was frighteningly cold.
With just this sentence, Han Laosheng stopped running over.
He stood there, staring fiercely at the promise, his hands clenched tightly, his long nails digging into the flesh, and he didn't feel any pain at all.
The female monster in the promise's hand let out two strange screams again, her breath was unsteady and her voice was weak.
She was in pain.
Han Lao looked over anxiously and shouted twice.
The tone of the voice changed slightly, as if to comfort.
Promise stepped over the threshold, and the female monster dragged her feet through the door.
The inside of the room was not much warmer than the outside, there was a candle left, the fiber was weak, and it was still very cold.
Promise to look around.
Coldly got down on one knee, and it didn't look like he was in a good situation.
He went to look at the others, who were either slumped to the ground or half-leaning against the wall. Look at this situation, one is worse than the other, and neither is good.
I think I'm all poisoned.
He shifted his gaze again, this time on Angel.
She still didn't seem to show any signs of poisoning.
The man stood there, his hands clenched into fists, in front of him, his feet stretched out, leaning inward slightly.
Looking at that posture, are you preparing to attack with your bare hands?
The thought flashed through him, and the promise had already walked in.
The female monster was still holding in his left hand, and his right hand was holding the shadow knife against the female monster's double hump, ready to cut it down at any moment.
Ye Lao's gaze kept moving with the promise.
Promise came to the side of indifference and asked him, "Can you still move?" β
Indifferent clenched his hands and shook his head slowly.
"That's neither." The promise said.
Angel walked over: "What about the ice spirit?" β
"Still in the camel shed." Promised.
"Camel shed? So you're going there. β
Promise nodded.
"That's later, now," Promise said, looking down at his left hand, "settle this first." β
Angel followed his line of sight.
It was just far away, and the light was dim, so I couldn't see what the monster in Promise's hand looked like.
Now that Angel is standing in front of the promise, she can naturally see it clearly.
The face is still human, just a little dirty. The hair is long, and it should be braided. Although the clothes were dirty and torn, it could be seen that they were the skirts worn by women. The bulging back is really a hump, a double hump, exactly the same as the one on Han Lao's back.
"...... this?"
"Found in a camel shed." The promise is succinct, "Hidden in the haystack, densely covered by a pile of dying she-camels." I checked, and she was the only one with a double hump, and all the she-camels passed out as soon as they left her. He said as he shook the monster in his hand, "It's light, though I don't know why, she's weak now." β
Angel nodded, and she could see it.
This female monster, who was the same as Ye Lao, was now very weak.
The voice is weak, but the breathing is heavy, heavy and rapid, and the heart rate should be very fast.
Normally, the heart rate is persistently too fast, which is very abnormal.
But it's a good thing for them.
At least she could see that Ye Lao cared very much about the female monster in the hand of the promise.
Ye Lao cares about the female monster, and they can use this as a bargaining chip to negotiate conditions with him.
The Promise's Shadow Knife was a little closer to the female monster's double hump.
"Antidote." Promise looked at Ye Lao with a cold face.
"Let her go!" Ye Lao said viciously, "Otherwise, you don't want to get out of this room alive!" β
"Antidote." The promise was still faint.
"I told you to let her go!" Ye Lao's tone became more fierce.
"You may not know my habits." Promise lowered his eyes and looked at the female monster, and the shadow knife slid lightly against the female monster's double hump, "I don't like to say the same thing three times. β
Shallow blood stains.
"Ahh The female monster raised her head and let out a painful roar, and fell to the ground in a cold sweat.
Ye Lao's gaze was about to spurt blood: "Hua Niang! β