Slippery and sticky saliva trickled down the corners of its cheeks, so close that it could clearly smell a rotten smell without singing.

"You... It's beautiful. ”

This sentence made Wuge's body burst with goosebumps, her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, and for a while, her brain went blank.

Its sharp fangs topped the top and bottom of its lips, and they poked out in a cross-shaped shape. The saliva was torn into silver threads, and the lower teeth were against the door of Wuge's brain, but whenever he opened his mouth a little harder, the bite force of the jaw bone exploded, and he could easily lift the heavenly spirit cover of Wusong and taste the delicious brain marrow.

When such a delicacy was caught, it let out an excited "grunt" sound in its throat, and choked Wuge's neck, like a dead fish fixing a cutting board, opening its fishy mouth wide and gnawing straight away.

However, when it bit hard, it did not taste the delicious and direct brain marrow that it imagined.

As soon as he looked at the bottom of his body, he couldn't move Wuge, but at this time he was gone, and he roared wildly, and his needle-like pupils burst out with cold light...

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The old Wu Tou in the fial stone was sorting out some ancient books, when he saw a silver light flashing, and suddenly, it disappeared again...

A hint of puzzlement flashed on the wrinkled old face, lightning strikes, can this lightning hit his fibrine stone?

The little ancestor is here?

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At the last moment, a thought flashed through Wuge's mind, and in just a breath, she ran back and forth in the fidal stone.

When she opened her eyes, the "ink star dye" was gone, and she tried to move her hands and feet, and it was good, she could move.

It's dark in the house, and the monster shouldn't have left yet...

Caring about it, she turned over lightly, grabbed the peak-breaking sword beside the bed, and touched the corner of the wall with the route in her memory, her hands and feet trembling nervously.

The bamboo was curled up in the corner, and it seemed that the monster was only coming for her.

It always felt like someone was staring at her in the dark, which was creepy.

She looked behind her, it was so dark that she could only faintly see the wooden table in front of her.

Wuge hurriedly turned around and gently shook Zhuzi's shoulder, but he didn't react, so he had no choice but to twist a piece of soft meat on Zhuzi's face.

Bamboo was sleeping soundly, drooling, and was suddenly awakened, and was about to scream, but Wuge covered his mouth, staring at him with big eyes and shaking his head.

Something must have happened, the bamboo little brain melon was still a little confused, but he quickly reacted, covered his mouth with his hand, and nodded at Wuge.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, she got up and looked around, holding the Broken Peak Sword in front of her with both hands, motioning for the bamboo to follow her and move towards the door, when she was about to reach the door, she couldn't bear to look back at the young slave woman on the bed, and frowned.

Wuge bowed down to Zhuzi's ear and said in a breathy voice: "You wait here, I'll save her, if something goes wrong, you open the door and run immediately." Bamboo nodded.

In the dark room, Wuge was like a dormant beast, and she bowed slightly and raised her sword, for fear of making a sound.

Touching the side of the bed, the young slave woman still didn't wake up, Wuge quickly carried her on her back, pinned the Broken Peak Sword to her waist, and rushed to the door in three steps and two steps.

Suddenly, cool, slippery mucus dripped into his shirt.

"You... Looking for me?"

The singer's feet suddenly froze, and what she was carrying on her back was...

"Bamboo Run!"

Wuge unloaded the force, wanting to throw the person on her back down, but her neck tightened, and two slender white and tender hands tightly wrapped around her neck, and the strength was so great that it was completely inconsistent with the childish **'s body.

Bamboo stomped his foot, pushed open the door, and rushed out the door to shout in panic: "Help!

At this moment, the silver Peak Breaking Sword pulled out a ray of light in the darkness, and Wu Ge pulled out the long sword at his waist with great speed, stabbing straight behind him from his waist.

However, there was no blood as imagined, the sword body was like a bamboo, it was like stabbing into a ball of cotton, the hand on the neck was still dead and singing, and the fishy smell gradually came.

"Hmph!" A frightening cold snort sounded behind him, neither high nor low, as if mocking Wuge's ignorance.

There was a warm sensation in her shoulder, no pain, no rust in her nostrils, something went straight through her shoulder—hooked her collarbone!

"No song!"

Someone shouted outside the door, and suddenly a hurricane rushed into the room, and the candlesticks and dishes on the table were blown to the ground, and the table legs could barely stand, rubbing against the rocky floor "creaking".

There was a loud sound of things falling to the ground and the bed collapsing, and Wuge was violently knocked to the ground by this hurricane, blowing to the wall, and slamming into the wall.

After a few breaths, the wind stopped.

Someone pressed her shoulder tightly and whispered, "Wuge, are you okay?"

The familiar scent of sandalwood enveloped her, Wuge opened her eyes, she saw the person in front of her, his expression was full of panic and uneasiness...

She opened her mouth weakly, "Are you real or fake?"

Mo Xingran smiled bitterly, frowned on her good-looking, picked her up and walked towards the door: "It's like a fake." ”

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"It is not advisable to stay here for long, the "smoker" is only temporarily blown away, but it will soon be able to gather. Mo Xingran hugged Wuge, followed by a frightened bamboo.

"What kind of smoke? I just saw the woman's face turn into a big monster, and her long teeth pierced Wuge's shoulder!" Bamboo jumped in front of Mo Xingran, gesturing with his hands and feet.

Mo Xingran glanced at Zhuzi and motioned for him to be silent, and several people walked quickly through the corridor and escaped from Nanyu Pavilion.

There was not a single guard along the way, which made people suspicious.

From yesterday to today, Jing Huan sent a total of more than a dozen secret door guards to guard the Nanyu Pavilion where Wuge was located, but no one cared about the loud noise just now.

In front of him was a dark corridor, and I don't know where it was connected, and Mo Xingran stopped.

Wuge was hit hard by the hurricane against the wall, his head was still a little drowsy, and there was a pain in the bloody hole in his shoulder: "What about the young slave girl?"

"As far as I know, the 'smoker' is coming for you, and it won't hurt the woman. Mo Xingran said yes.

Wuge probably guessed that what Jing Yuan said was true, and someone did want to take her life.

The monster that can transform just now should be the "humanoid smoker" recorded in the book in the Phia Stone, which is a monster refined by the ghostly people in the smoke exorcism clan, but the "smoker" can change at will, vivid, and even the sound can be imitated, which is too bizarre.

Fang Zizi was lying there snoring, he was fine, and the woman should be fine.

"I'm fine, you can let me down. ”

Mo Xingran lowered his head and said to Wuge in his arms, "Do you know what you look like now? After a pause, he looked at Wuge's messy hair, and the joke in his eyes was self-evident: "It's still rotten leaves..."

"Nonsense, let me down!" This is really Mo Xing dyeing, and he is angry with one mouth!

At this moment, there was a clear sound of beating along the road, "Bang, bang, bang." "Three gongs," the hour is three. ”

Wuge seemed to remember something terrible, and suddenly broke free from Mo Xingran's arms.

"Mo Xingran, is it the time of the child?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Jing Yuan told me that if I am still alive today, let me go to the secret door to find him. ”

Mo Xingran frowned and thought for a moment: "What did he let you do?"

Wuge looked around and whispered, "He said that I would assassinate the national teacher, and he also said that if I don't kill him, someone will come to kill me." ”

"Do you know I've been exposed?"

Wuge nodded, she guessed.

"I wanted to keep my identity as a backhand, but this morning, after you were taken away, I happened to bump into the two guards who were stunned by me with sweat medicine in the bazaar, they rushed to the secret door in a panic, I couldn't go back at that time, and asked around in the bazaar about your location, in the afternoon, I met the woman in red who took us, she said that you are in trouble tonight, and gave me this cloth bag. As he spoke, Mo Xingran took out a yellow cloth bag from his arms, "She said that this is called a hurricane bag, which can temporarily blow away the "smoker"..."

Wuge looked dazed: "Why did she save us?"

"I don't know, I didn't bother to ask at the time, you know that until nightfall, there were more than ten people guarding the gate of Nanyu Pavilion, but not long after nightfall, they suddenly withdrew... I guess the woman in red didn't believe her words either, so I didn't do anything until I heard the cry of the bamboo for help..."

Zhuzi heard it in a fog: "Childe, what are you talking about? Aren't you with us all day today?"

The two of them gave Humpty Dumpty a blank look.

"You mean, it's the people of the secret door who want to take my life?" Wuge thought as he pinched his chin.

Mo Xingran frowned and looked at the injury on Wuge's shoulder: "It's possible." But don't you get the wound on your shoulder first, and just hang two blood holes, it's weird and scary..."