The Blood Yin Pig screamed and pounced on Erlang Zhenjun and was slapped away with a palm.

"Don't make a fuss!"

After Xueyin landed, he immediately jumped back to guard He Yuting and panted, a pair of inverted triangle big murderous eyes stared at Erlang Zhenjun, and he could almost spew fire.

Jiro Zhenjun's footsteps paused. He had never seen Blood Yin look so abnormal—no, once—when everyone gathered for a meeting after Xiao Wu's attack, he couldn't help but sneak under the table and grab Xiao Wu's hand. As a result, he was stopped by Bloodyin in every possible way. At that time, Xueyin was also as powerful as he is now, and he didn't let him be light on Xiao Wu, because "Xiao Wu is a sister".

Jiro Zhenjun was shocked, and his gaze turned to Assasin stiffly. Assasin fell to the ground. No matter how you look at it, it's a man. Height, body shape and appearance are all diametrically opposed to Xiao Wu. He hated Assasin because he found out last night that Assasin's aura was entangled with Xiao Wu's. It is not possible to make the breath blend together without being in close contact in a short period of time. This guess almost led him to kill Assasin on the spot. Not only last night, the reason why he was attracted to the Ogika harem last time was also because of the tangled and chaotic atmosphere......

Jiro Zhenjun froze, staring at Assasin on the ground in disbelief who couldn't even lift his head. He was suspicious and asked Assasin to remove his mask, but he refused. If he could have gone one step further and imposed demands at that time, would he have a completely different opinion? Will you find out why Assasin had to wear a mask to dare to appear in front of him? Erlang Zhenjun trembled all over his body and didn't dare to think deeply.

"Blood Yin, good, come here...... Oh, you're biting me again?! Meat T stepped forward, but was bitten by the blood yin pig again.

Erlang Zhenjun watched coldly, like falling into an ice cellar.

Long Jiu chuckled beside him. Her laughter made Erlang Zhenjun even more alert.

Just as he was hesitating, a red and white figure passed him and ran straight towards Assasin on the ground. Erlang Zhenjun was already shocked, but when he saw the action of Burning Sky, he was immediately furious, all thinking was temporarily suspended, and he shouted: "Burning Sky, you are looking for death!" Throwing the gun at the flawed Burning Sky in his back, he rushed straight over. In front of him, everything that happened played in slow motion: Burning Sky, Long Jiu, Blood Yin, Meat T...... Then Assasin suddenly propped up half of his body, pulled back the Blood Yin that jumped and attacked the Burning Sky and hugged it in his arms, and when the Soul Eater Twin Blades fell, he hugged the Blood Yin Pig tightly while erecting the steel spider legs to block the Soul Eater Knife......

Eye!

Those eyes!

Jiro Zhenjun spurted out a mouthful of essence blood and stared at Assasin's eyes. Those eyes flashed with his most familiar look, revealing the most brilliant and flexible undefeated soul! It's Little Five, it's Little Five! No wonder he couldn't find Xiao Wu, it turned out that she was always by his side.

She looked back many times, covered it up many times, and overlapped with the affectionate gaze that surfaced many times in her memory.

Erlang Zhenjun suddenly let out a long howl, his voice was pathetic, and he went straight to the sky. The players who were knocked out by the whistling sound shook their bodies and squatted down one after another, enduring it. Burning Sky was also suppressed, and his movements were momentarily sluggish. Just as Jiro Zhenjun caught up, a shot pierced his heart from behind.

Burning Sky looked down at the spear passing through his chest, and a trace of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth. He turned around and saw a huge beast slowly transforming into a pair of cold eyes in the mist. Whether it was the spear piercing the chest, or the glimpse of the giant beast, they all froze him in place. "Ho, no wonder you can't win...... "It turns out that it's not human...... The burning sky turned into a phantom and fled into the distance.

Erlang Zhenjun's gaze only chased for a few seconds before he withdrew, glaring viciously at the man on the ground who was still holding the little fragrant pig. Only then did he notice that Assasin's body was scarred, and the soul attached to his body was also full of wounds and almost scattered. He didn't even think about it, and squatted in front of Assasin and choked the other party's neck. Only by doing so will the man not fly out of his palm. However, when the fingers rubbed, I could also see that her neck was also covered with shallow scars, and the sweat and blood kneaded together in the rough feeling of the skin and flesh turned over, sticking to the palms. Erlang Zhenjun was extremely angry, and he raised his hand and slapped her.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", which made He Yuting's head deviate.

The surrounding crowd saw her head drooping, and gasped in shock - the results of burning the sky for more than half an hour are not worth a slap from Erlang Zhenjun? It can't be this slap that kills the boss, right?

Everyone looked at each other.

"Poof!" Bloody Pig protested loudly. Erlang Zhenjun took him out of He Yuting's arms and threw him to Meat T, and the first time he saw Assasin holding the little fragrant pig, he wanted to do it. It's just that at the time he thought the motives were completely different. Now that I think about it, in fact, the motive has not changed, and he instinctively doesn't like Xiao Wu to be too close to other men. Neither can my brother.

"It hurts......" He Yuting, who was pinched by the neck like a snake that had been pinched by seven inches, moaned.

Well? The crowd's eyes turned to Assasin. Tender? Recite? How does the style of painting feel wrong?

Erlang Zhenjun's face was iron-blue, and he grinded his teeth and whispered: "Do you still know the pain?!" Then he took the man by the neck and pulled him into his arms, bowed his head, and mouth-to-mouth—

Wow?! The onlookers were so frightened that the melon skin fell to the ground: this style of painting is completely crooked!

Meat T was the first to scream, and his voice gradually transitioned from panic to ferocity: "Helper? Master?! Master! Fuck Jiro Zhenjun, how long do you want to kiss in broad daylight? Are you cheating or coming out?! ”

The blood yin jumped high, and a pig's hoof slapped on the back of the flesh's skull. This time the lower hooves were really ruthless, and the "V" shaped hoof marks on the back of the head did not swell for three consecutive days. Later, the meat T who solved the misunderstanding complained: "My head is swollen!" My plummeting IQ was all shot by pig's trotters! Big pig's trotters! ”

Erlang Zhenjun took a breath of immortal qi to help He Yuting strengthen his soul, he looked at the time, and locked He Yuting in his arms and locked it tighter. "There's still half an hour of time for the wild boss to end. Now you stay there for me, don't go!" ”

He Yuting lay on his stomach and smiled bitterly in his arms. She doesn't have the strength to climb, where can she go?

"Jiro,"

"Huh?"

"Did you just want to kill me?"

“……”

"I'm sorry." He Yuting said.

Erlang Zhenjun hugged her tightly, and there was a faint heartache in his voice. "I'm the one who should say I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say it. You just have to live well. ”

He Yuting blinked secretly in his arms, and the wetness burst out and turned into water droplets, flowing down the armor of silver light. I'm sorry, she repeated it in her mind for the hundredth and first time. "Jiro."

"What?"

"Thank you for not giving up on me."

"Fool, I haven't let go for three thousand years, how can I let go at this time?" Jiro Makun buried his face in her shoulder socket and whispered in a voice that only she could hear. He took a deep breath, filled with the smell of blood and sweat. But in the depths of his soul, a wisp of fragrance wafted to soothe his heart palpitations—

Great, it's her.