The dog jumps over the wall when he's in a hurry, and the rabbit bites when he's anxious, not to mention that Bridget wants to break my heart, and this time he makes me hairy, and wants me to die, so I'll kill you first.

The sharp pain in my heart stimulated me to be dazzled and tinnitus, and I didn't see anything clearly before punching Bridget, then a claw, and then another punch.

Two fists and one claw, I can no longer support it, my feet are weak and fall, even the Bridget who was holding in my hand was also pressed down by me, I looked up and glanced at Bridget, only to see that she collapsed the bridge of her nose at this time, blood kept gushing out of her mouth and nose, and the pupils in her eyes also lost focus, and a pair of big eyes stared at the sky blankly, seeing that this was the rhythm of fainting.

Seeing that Bridget had no strength to fight again, the corners of my mouth twitched, and I laughed happily twice, and then I had the strength to look at what I was holding in my hand, it didn't matter if I didn't look at it, I almost scared to pee when I saw it.

Nima's, those two peaks turned out to be Bridget's ****, at this time, Bridget's left chest changed from the previous D cup to the F cup, swollen like over-headed dough, even the leather armor on the chest was bracketed to pieces, if it wasn't wrapped in loose profane clothes, it must be the rhythm of walking light, even so, I can see the small protrusion on it, presumably the hood of the dead Sanba has long been overwhelmed and exploded into pieces.

Squinting my eyes and looking at Bridget's right chest, I saw that the five fingers of my left hand were all in it, and I could feel the hardness when I touched the ribs with a slight movement of my fingers, and I even had the illusion that if I pulled back a little more, Bridget's right chest would definitely be torn off, but then again, this feeling was really good.

Shaking his head, shaking the ripples in his head, this is not the time to enjoy, Bridget was disfigured by me first, and now a pair of proud breasts are also swollen and rotten, and looking at Bridget's sloppy eyes and the mouth and nose that keeps spurting blood, I think I am not far from death.

It's really nothing to have a good fight like this, and to beat the new star and goddess of the silver hand like this, I'm afraid that at this moment, Sylvanas will not be able to save me from this group of angry men.

Sou! Sou!

While I was thinking wildly, two figures sped up, and when I looked up, it was Alexandros Mograini and Saidan Dasohan, and I smiled more than crying when I looked at the angry and stunned two.

"Damn it, how did things get to this point." Seeing Bridget unrecognizable, Mograine's face was filled with more remorse than anger and consternation, and he probably never imagined that in less than three seconds, things would take a sharp turn, and Bridget, who had the absolute upper hand, was beaten to the death of me.

Therefore, it is not wrong to say that no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, no matter how high your rank is, but if someone else seizes the opportunity to draw a knife, even if that person else is just a child, you will die in a minute, just like the orc legendary hero Orgrim Doomhammer did not die at the hands of an enemy of the same level, but at the hands of an ordinary soldier who could no longer be ordinary.

Although I don't have a kitchen knife in my hand, what happened to me is similar to that of a child or a soldier, and who told Bridget to be negligent in thinking she was going to eat me.

Dasohan frowned, and carefully pulled me away from Bridget, but he didn't dare to open it too much, because my five fingers were still in Bridget's right chest, and he only pulled me a little away so that I wouldn't crush Bridget, who was badly injured.

After probing Bridget's mouth and nose and touching Bridget's carotid artery, Da Sohan said, "There should be salvation, Da Sohan, call a few priests over." ”

Mograine glared at me fiercely, then shouted to the sidelines, "Greenton, Jennifer, Josie, you guys come here, forget it, you don't need to use Greenton." Also, everyone else gave me a leave of the martial arts arena, and no one could come in without my order. ”

Hearing Mograini's shout, two white-robed female priests ran out of the crowd, while the others retreated out of the arena in curiosity.

When the two priests arrived, Da Sohan stopped the transmission of holy light to Bridget, he was a combat paladin, and he was not good at treating injuries, and it was better to leave professional matters to professional people.

Although Mograini ordered no one to enter the arena, it was clear that the host, Tyran Fortin, was not among them, and ran up to me, and with a bang, his mouth could no longer be closed.

Everything happened too fast, standing on the sidelines, Tyran Fordin couldn't catch my last few movements at all, but at this time he saw it clearly, Bridget's tall little nose became flat, and the mouth and nose kept bleeding, especially the twin peaks, one was swollen to death, and the other was stuck with five rotten fingers, no matter how you looked, Tyran Fordding felt like a dream.

Equally shocked with Tyran Fording were the two female priests who came after him, perhaps they had never seen such a tragic scene, and the young priests who stood beside Bridget to check the wound unconsciously covered their respective ****, as if if they didn't cover it, I would jump up and give them both of them.

Nima's, I just want Bridget to survive now, where is there a kung fu to attack them, so I don't get angry when I look at these two trembling female priests, and before anyone else can speak, I said coldly: "Hurry up and save this dead Sanba, stand there as a pillar?" ”

"Shut up!" Mograine and Dasohan reprimanded me almost at the same time, and then said to the two pillars, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and help Bridget." ”

With Mograine and Da Sohan's reminder, the two priestesses came to their senses, quickly checked Bridget's injuries, and came to the same conclusion as Da Sohan - Bridget couldn't die.

I just had to move to a clean and sterile environment if I wanted further treatment, but my five fingers were still stuck in Bridget's chest, and if I pulled them out at this time, maybe Bridget would bleed to death, so Mograine called a few strong men and carefully carried Bridget and me to the emergency treatment center next to the martial arts arena.

Of course, these strong men were also stunned when they saw Bridget's remnant.

Entering the treatment center, all the men were kicked out, leaving only Jennifer and Josie as a few female pastors...... And me and Bridget.

"You close your eyes!" Jennifer snorted at me, and then began to untie Bridget's wide clothes, leather armor, obscene clothes, bras and everything else, revealing Bridget's alluring collarbones, flat belly, and two breasts, one large and one small, don't ask me why I know so clearly, I squint.

When Bridget's upper clothes were all stripped off, several female pastors took a breath of cold air, only to see that Bridget's swollen left breast had become black and purple, and there was black gas entangled, which was hard and cold to the touch.

Similarly, her right breast is not good, this does not refer to the five blood holes on her chest, but the right breast is also purple and black, black and cold.

The left chest can be said to have become black and purple because of the swelling, but the right chest is just an ordinary blood hole, why did this happen, for a while, several priests were confused.

Eventually, the youngest Josie said, "Did you get infected by the plague on the walking corpses?" ”

"No, this walking corpse is clean, I don't feel a trace of plague or disease, and Bridget doesn't smell of evil at all, it's not a plague." Jennifer denied.

"So what is this?" Josie asked, confused.

"This is the power of death, a power peculiar to the undead." Suddenly, an old voice came from the doorway, and then a gray-haired old female priest trembled up to Bridget, she first poked Bridget's twin peaks with her fingers, and then condensed a trace of holy light into her fingertips, and gently touched Bridget's left chest.

The holy light instantly sank into Bridget's left chest, turning into a pitch-black gas that wrapped around it, not slowing Bridget's injury a bit, but making Bridget's left chest even darker and harder.

"It's so pure that it can pollute the holy light and make it exactly like it, it's incredible." The old female pastor exclaimed.

"Priest, what should we do?" Josie asked.

The old female pastor glanced at me and said lightly: "The bell must be tied to the bell, if he has no choice, Bridget will have to wait for death." ”

I don't even have time to lament the saying that the world of Azeroth also has a bell to untie the bell, and I wonder why this old woman actually knows that I can take back Bridget's dead air?

Yes, Bridget's twin peaks can become so weird, it is the death qi in my body that is at fault, you still remember me punching a dead air mass similar to a spiral pill into Bridget's left chest and my lifeless left hand grabbing Bridget's right chest, originally I thought that as long as there was enough holy light, Bridget's death qi would be purified.

But the moment I saw the holy light on the old woman's fingers turn into death, I was stunned, this Nima still has to save Bridget, this dead three-eight, eight lifetimes of blood mold.

For a moment, I could even foresee Sylvanas' fury at the discovery that I kept kneading Bridge's something. Vaguely, I still remember the appearance of a pig's head when I was beaten after that proposal.

"No, absolutely not, I can't save this dead three-eight." I said in horror.

The old female priest drooped her eyelids and said silently: "It's up to you whether you can save it or not, but what I want to tell you is that Bridget's father is outside the door at this time, if Bridget dies, what do you think will happen to him?" ”

With that, the old priestess turned and left.

(To be continued.) )