Chapter 137: The Whole World Is Waiting for Me to Usurp the Throne (51)

"Die—"

The masked leader rushed over again—

Gu Yao raised his hand and waved, and the silver light dissipated into the night, falling like a spark.

007 panicked: "The Authority just warned, you must not operate in violation of the rules again!" ”

However, it was too late......

In my head, a rapid, high-pitched mechanical sound sounded.

"Warning, illegal operation, triple day penalty mode is automatically turned on!"

Gu Yao's face did not fluctuate, and the intense and sharp pain instantly penetrated through thousands of limbs and bones, and there was a momentary blank in her mind.

A fine liquid, oozing from the surface of her body's skin, quickly stained her clothes.

"Daddy, you're bleeding!" 007 whispered.

The dark clothes grew darker, and they were indistinguishable in the night.

Gu Yao was still a little glad because of this, otherwise, wouldn't he have scared the little villain...... He's so timid.

dared to stand up and want to block the knife for her.

Gu Yao's mood was a little complicated.

007 almost cried: "Dad, how are you?" ”

"Okay." Gu Yao didn't move, she closed her eyes and suppressed the extremely impactful pain.

She can get used to 100,000 electric shocks, but this is the first time she has received heavenly punishment, and this random trigger mode is really bald.

The pain lingered for a long time, and her body, which had changed to the same coefficient as Gu Yao, suddenly became a lot weaker.

"Rao...... Spare me! ”

The masked leader fell to the ground, and silver light fell on him like a ghostly fire, and he curled up and let out a howl of pain, his eyes showing fear and pleading.

Gu Yao was regained a little by his wail, and slowly approached, looking at him condescendingly.

"Ah Jue who dares to hurt me, there is only one way to die."

Yu Wenjue's lips behind him were slightly open, and he was a little speechless.

The silver rays were like a rain of streamers, and they all sank into the body of the masked leader, and a heart-rending scream came to an abrupt end.

The man fell to the ground, as if his soul had been drained, and there was no more sound.

"Does it hurt?"

Gu Yao turned her head, her face was a little strangely white, she raised her hand and gently stroked the wound on the young man's waist, raised her eyes and asked him.

Looking at each other, Yuwen Jue's heart seemed to be filled with something, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"We need to get out of here quickly, the knife is poisonous, we need to detoxify it as soon as possible."

After examining the wound, Gu Yao's heart sank a little, and he helped the person up and left.

Being so close, Yuwen Jue could smell the strong smell of blood on Gu Yao's body, but he didn't think much about it, endured the pain of the wound, and tried to walk a few steps.

"Shhh

Gu Yao glanced at him sideways, suddenly leaned over and walked in front of him, squatting down slightly.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Yu Wenjue stood a little helpless and did not move.

The sound of horses' hooves had been heard in the distance of the mountain forest, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, suppressed the shyness in his heart, stiffened, and lay on Gu Yaodi's shoulder.

Gu Yao got up and left, walking very steadily.

Yu Wenjue, who was leaning over Gu Yao's shoulder, secretly looked at Gu Yao's side face.

This man is cold and unpredictable when he strikes.

The nocturnal scholar-like face was like a dark night Shura, and the eyes that were looking straight ahead at the moment were also indifferent......

Yu Wenjue could remember how warm these beautiful eyes were when they looked at him.

There were many thoughts in his heart, and a cold light suddenly reflected his eyes.

"Uncle Huang——!"

Yu Wenjue screamed in fright.

Gu Yao turned around and saw that the second wave of killers was approaching, and it was still the same full moon scimitar as before.

But at this moment, she has carried a person, and she has just been punished by heaven, and she is in a short period of weakness.

It's a bit tricky.