Qian Qian's eyes were full of despair, he didn't want to witness the tragedy happen with his own eyes, and closed his eyes the moment the sword fell, waiting for it all to end.

Suddenly, "Boom! With a sound, the sound of metal hitting came out, and Wen Qian immediately opened his eyes, thinking that there was a miracle, and a divine soldier descended from the sky to uphold justice, but the long needle in Tang Jie's hand flew out and hit the bronze sword.

The force of the needle was too light, it was completely hitting the stone with an egg, not only did not change the trajectory of the bronze sword's fall, but broke the tip of the needle, the long needle was hit and bounced aside, and the tip of the sword still pierced into the heart of Shan Yan.

It was supposed to be a bloody and cruel picture, but Shan Yan didn't make any sound, giving up struggling and lying on the ground to look at the borrowed body of Edgeworth, and even the heart of Edgeworth didn't make the next move, his eyes slightly closed and he knelt on the ground with the hilt of the sword, as if he was reading the memories that remained on his heart.

Qian Qian couldn't figure out the situation anymore, the two of them maintained this weird posture with a heavy sense of ritual, but could they not make a sound? Is there a danger to the life of a single proverb?

"Single proverb?"

Wen Qian was still some distance away from them, and screamed tentatively, but the two of them still didn't react, but after they shouted it, Wen Cheng's hair began to fall out, and the back of his head soon became bald.

Only then did Wen Qian realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly covered his right eye, carefully examining the single proverb that kept the freeze-frame picture and the sword heart that borrowed the body of the orange.

Beside Shan Yan was squatting a pink-clothed boy he had never seen before, he held the bronze sword with both hands, preventing the tip of the sword from continuing to pierce Shan Yan's heart, and the blue blood in his palm dripped down the blade on Shan Yan's wound.

Mikenshin's eyes seemed to be unwilling to see the boy injured, but he refused to give up the idea of ripping out the heart of the proverb; And the reason why Shan Yan was lying on the ground and staring at Edgeheart was because of a pair of slender pale hands sticking out of the backpack behind Edgeworth.

This hand holds scissors in his left hand and a spatula in his right hand, and he is quickly rubbing Orange's head, and all of Orange's hair is cut and shaved everywhere the blade passes.

Wen Qian could already imagine how devastating she would be when she woke up and saw her bald appearance, but she had kept her long hair for half a year and was ready to continue her long hair to be the baby of the little fairy, these hands were really bold enough.

Thinking of this, Qian Qian couldn't help but feel sad, and asked Cheng if he really had a chance to wake up and see the top of his shaved head with his own eyes?

A sour nose and tears struck, Wen Qian couldn't help but rub his eyes and wipe his tears, and Wen Wang, who borrowed Tang Jie's body beside him, crept over, picked up the long needle that was bounced off the ground, and stabbed it fiercely at the position of Wen Cheng's back and heart.

King Wen thought that the weakness of the heart of the sword was the heart, so he would seize the heart of Shan Yan, her thinking was right, but the strength was too small, and the effect of this time was the same as that of the bronze sword piercing the heart of Shan Yan, it did not hurt the vital point at all, but pierced the skin and just pierced into the flesh.

King Wen didn't give up, he clenched the long needle and pushed the back of Wen Cheng, but it still didn't work at all, this little injury didn't even alarm the heart of the sword, it was just King Wen's unilateral efforts.

After the hair was shaved, the arms that stretched out of the backpack were longer, and the scissors in his hands were replaced with crochet hooks, and the razor disappeared, it grabbed a strand of hair and pinned it into the crochet needle, and took the crochet needle and groped carefully on its other arm, and finally found a piece of smooth skin on the wrist without wounds and hair, and was just about to drop the needle to embed the hair hook into his skin as an ornament, and the wrist of the hand holding the crochet needle was choked by Edgeheart's hand.

"What are you? Do you dare to touch the things of the deity? ”

After all, Edgeworth Heart still couldn't give up the bond with the Mo family, and one hand let go of the bronze sword and stretched out behind him, preventing this hand from embedding Wen Cheng's hair into his arm.

In the face of Edgeworth's questioning, a charming and pungent voice came from inside the backpack:

"The slave family is a fierce spirit abandoned for beauty, what are you? Dare to stop me from pursuing beauty? ”

"Huh...... The deity actually has a day when it becomes a thing. ”

Edgeworth's heart sneered contemptuously, and the sound of his hands increasing and bones breaking sounded along with the woman's screams for mercy.

"Ahh The slave family knows that it is wrong, you adults don't remember the villain, let the slave family go this time! ”

The pale and slender hand holding the crochet needle formed a 45° angle to the arm with the 'help' of Edgeworth.

"Spare you this time, are you ready to have another time?"

Edgeworth's heart suppressed a sigh of anger when he failed to regain his heart, and this hand happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, and he not only specifically picked out the loopholes in the words of those hands, but also wanted to twist her wrist into a twist.

In order to protect himself, the other hand that was not controlled by the heart of the sword took the initiative to put on Tang Jie's wrist, as if he was borrowing strength to give Tang Jie the king of Wen in his body.

At the same time, Yu Youwei seized the opportunity to fight back with all his might, holding the blade of the sword with both hands and lifting it upward, successfully pulling the bronze sword out of the mouth of Shan Yanxin, Yu Jian Xin did not expect that Yu Youwei's strength would be so great, and he did not control the bronze sword with one hand.

The long needle on the back was also pierced deeper because of the addition of the arm, and Edgeworth Shin, who was originally extremely conceited in the upper hand, was stabbed and forced to retreat back into the bronze sword.

As Edgeworth's hand let go, the hands dropped the crochet hook with the orange hair, and hid in the backpack to recuperate; King Wen wanted to prick the long needle a little deeper, but before she could ask hard, Orange's body fell on Shan Yan because of Edgeworth's escape.

With the fainting of Ask Orange, Shan Yan's eyes darkened, and a faint lemon smell entered his nose, in order to avoid embarrassment, Shan Yan deliberately tilted his head to avoid the position of Ask Orange's heart.

He didn't dare to look at Wen Qian at all, even if he didn't look at it, he already felt Wen Qian's murderous aura, he instinctively wanted to push Wen Cheng away, but his arms were numb by Wen Cheng's knees, and he didn't obey the call at all, the more he wanted to push Wen Cheng away, the more it looked like he was taking advantage of Wen Cheng.

"Single proverb! You! If you dare to move again, try it! See if I don't crawl over and break your hands! I'm! I really know people and faces, but I don't know my heart! You're a scoundrel! ”

Wen Qian was completely enraged, angrily threatened Shan Yan, dragged his leg as if he was paralyzed with his arm, and crawled towards him with difficulty to prevent him from continuing to rub oil and ask orange.

"I have long thought that you are suitable, if you can really be together, I can go to the Mo family to find Xiao Lori in the side department of the Mo family openly!"

After Yu Kenxin left, Yu Youwei didn't return to the pen at all, but sat cross-legged and watched Shan Yan embarrassed, and looked forward to him and Wen Cheng being together.

"You have the kung fu to knock cp, but come over and pull the orange away! I'm not a good fit with her! ”

Shan Yan scolded Yu Youwei for not saving him when he saw death.

"My hand was injured to save you, you see, I cut the tendons, it's super painful!"

Yu Youwei let Shan Yan look at his palm like inviting merit, and he didn't mean to stretch out his hand and ask Orange at all.

"You...... Where have all your conscience, etiquette, and morality gone! When you were in the demon world, you were able to popularize the criminal law of human beings with the demons, why don't you even have a sense of justice now! If you still have a conscience, come and help me! ”

Anyone who hears the help in Shan Yan's mouth knows that it is to help him push away the unconscious Ask Orange, but Yu Youwei pretended to be confused, stood up from the ground, grabbed Ask Orange's ankle and pulled it back......