After doing something boring with a small belly, Wusu's slightly better mood lasted for a stick of incense. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not far away, a large group of people came violently in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Wusu stopped in place, she silently weighed the pros and cons of facing the enemy head-on and sliding away on the back, and complained in her heart, it was really irritating.

"It's her, it's her!"

"The Taoist must accept the demon girl, otherwise the demon girl will definitely destroy Yangliu Village!"

“…… She's not a witch......"

……

The crowd flocked to a distance of nearly three feet outside the open space of the ancestral hall, and the old road of Niubi, who was surrounded by the crowd in the middle, stepped forward and scolded: "Who is the demon, dare to come to my Yangliu to make trouble!" If you don't catch it quickly, this way can fulfill your whole corpse, otherwise ......"

Wusu really wanted to release the black snake simply and rudely, and solve this verbose pile of people in one go, but unfortunately she was dominated by the word cause and effect, and she could never be so direct.

And, most importantly, her memories seem to be covered with a layer of white fog, and everything that should be known or not is as vague as seeing flowers in the fog, but some instincts, some consciousnesses that seem to be carved into the bone marrow often come out to interfere with the manifestations of her normal amnesia, such as fear, worry or something, she didn't stick to this negative cowardice in the first place.

She coldly looked at the eyes of the group from deep disgust to flickering eyes and lack of confidence, her lips opened slightly, and she said lightly: "All corpses?" What a big breath! I'd like to see how capable the Taoist is! ”

Lao Dao said disdainfully: "This Dao accepts you, a little demon with a hidden head and tail, which is naturally a piece of cake!" After speaking, with a wave of dust, three or two white lights rushed towards the direction of Wusu.

Wusu flashed lightly, and the white light fell into the air, quickly turning around.

She smiled lowly, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, her fingers slashed in mid-air, and the white light twisted into a snake shadow, involuntarily rushing straight towards the old way.

Lao Dao instinctively dodged away, and the white light hissed into the crowd behind him, and the few people in front couldn't dodge, and the huge momentum hit several people into straight lines and flew backwards, throwing them heavily on the ground, seriously injured, poof-poof-a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground, and for a while, it was like a rain of blood, and the sight was shocking everywhere.

Implicated, the rear crowd that could not dodge fell into a mess, some twisted, some bruised, and some were crushed to vomit blood...... The scene was chaotic.

Seeing this scene, Lao Dao's face suddenly changed greatly, his expression was nervous, he turned around and roared at Wusu: "Demon, you hurt the innocent, heaven will not tolerate it." This way is going to do the way for heaven today and take your life! ”

Wusu's face showed disdain, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery: "Okay, I welcome the Taoist 'beating a rake' at any time!" ”

The figure of the old Dao approaching silently paused slightly, and after the old skin wrinkled slightly, he said righteously: "The demon Hugh is talking nonsense, eat me with a stick!" "The dust is thrown off heavily—

Wusu tore off the ornament on his wrist and turned it into a light soft sword, and the body of the soft sword swayed and swayed to survey and support.

After she smiled "friendly", she reminded in a friendly manner: "Dao Chief, your whisk may have to be changed, right?" ”

The old man's thick eyebrows gathered, and the sound of something cracking sounded in his ears, and he subconsciously withdrew the dust, but unfortunately the action of collecting was a step slower, and the white whiskers of the dust turned into wisps of dust and scattered into the air, and dense cracks appeared on the surface of the wooden handle wrapped in gold wires, and the next second followed the white whiskers.

Lao Dao looked at the empty hand in shock, and after his gaze fell on the "dusty corpse" in the air, a trace of chagrin and viciousness flashed in the old man's eyes.

He took a step back, pulled out the peachwood sword on his back, removed the gourd from his waist and sprinkled black dog blood into the air.

Wusu watched this scene calmly, unhurriedly waiting for Lao Dao to create some surprises.

Lao Dao really lived up to his expectations, holding a peachwood sword in one hand and leading the black dog blood to draw a huge demon suppression pattern in the air, and the blood light of the pattern flickered for a while, overwhelmingly attacking Wusu.

Wusu's gaze flashed slightly, and the jade butterfly logo on his wrist fluttered its wings, fluttering towards the demon suppression pattern.

The jade butterflies conjured up clones in the air, and the butterflies in the sky were like white lights connected by stars, surging towards the blood-light flickering pattern, instantly enveloping it impenetrably, and not a trace of excess light could be penetrated.

At first, there was a faint blood light that struggled to reveal some traces, and at the end, it became fainter and fainter until it completely dissipated.

Jade Butterfly's doppelganger detached one by one, each with a different degree of red, after the doppelganger regathered to the body of Jade Butterfly, a bright red pattern appeared on the white and flawless light wings, the wings spread lightly, and the pattern merged into the white light of the body, disappearing.

Jade Butterfly flew back to Wusu's fingertips and landed, gathering her wings.

Lao Dao's face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with a depressed expression, and kowtowed again and again: "I don't know that the immortal is coming, the villain has offended a lot, and please don't blame the immortal!" ”

Wusu chuckled lightly: "Why should the Dao Elder be like this, how dare I call myself an immortal, it's just a demon in the mortal world!" ”

"The immortal spares his life, the immortal spares his life......" The sound of the old Taoist kowtowing sounded loudly, and he almost wanted to smash a pit on the ground.

“…… Help, I don't want to die! ”

"The immortal saves me, the immortal saves me, I am innocent......"

Seeing that the wind was not right, a group of "injured" people began to hug their thighs one after another, but Wusu's legs were a little thick at this time, and they didn't want to be hugged.

She glanced at the barrage full of immortals on the screen, and lightly clicked the blocking button.

"Stop-" Wusu spat out a word lightly, and his hand brought a gust of wind, supporting the old Dao Dao's head and bleeding head, "You go and deal with them first!" ”

Everyone's faces were as if they had been painted white at the same time, and they turned pale in an instant.

After Lao Dao stiffly maintained his static form, he stood up tremblingly, and asked in a trembling voice, "How does the Immortal want to deal with such Diao people?" Is it directly buried? Or was it fed with potion and then buried? ”

Everyone swayed left and right behind Lao Dao, shaking into a large afterimage.

Wusu was dizzy, and when she heard this, she reflected that her words had been misunderstood, and she didn't bother to explain, so she said directly to Lao Dao: "You go and save those who are seriously injured, and carry the lightly injured ones away to find that doctor You, and the rest will go home as far as I can while my mood is not bad." ”

Lao Dao looked at Wusu strangely, and the old man's face was full of confusion: "Didn't the Shangxian want to deal with them?" Could it be that you will settle the account after you are saved? ”

Wusu glanced at him speechlessly, and after sneering a few times: "The old lady is not available!" ”