Live...... Lived?

Or is it a corpse?

The reason why Yang Zhending was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat was not because of fear and fear, but because of his weak heart!

After calming down a little, Yang Zhending looked at Xiong Maolin again.

I saw Xiong Maolin coughing wildly, his face was red and purple, and Adjutant Liu kept patting his back on the side, and then slowly eased up a little.

In fact, Xiong Maolin gnawed on a mouthful of mud just now, and then fell unconscious under Yang Zhending's pressure, instead of holding his breath directly, otherwise it would have been a few minutes, and he would definitely not be able to get his breath back.

Of course, the most critical reason is that Yang Zhending's set of artificial respiration has played a big role.

Originally, Yang Zhending just wanted to pretend in front of Adjutant Liu, but who would have thought that Xiong Maolin would really be dragged back from the ghost gate.

"Dashuai...... Da Shuai...... How are you? ”

Yang Zhending also leaned over at this time, squatted beside Xiong Maolin and asked cautiously, a little weak-hearted.

Syllable......

As soon as Yang Zhending's words fell, Xiong Maolin, who was panting, directly turned angry, and waved his hand and slapped Yang Zhending's face.

The sound of this slap is extremely loud and crisp! In an instant, a red slap mark fell on Yang Zhending's white face.

"What the are you trying to do to me, and then steal the treasure here?"

Xiong Maolin rubbed his hands, because the slap that hit Xiong Maolin just now was so hard that his palms were a little numb.

Although Adjutant Liu next to him was a little confused, as soon as he heard Xiong Maolin's words, his face immediately changed, and he subconsciously put his hand on the box gun pinned to his waist, and looked at Yang Zhending vigilantly.

At this moment, some people from the Middle Gang under Yang Zhending's Six King Kongs also came up at this time, and everyone saw that Yang Zhending was slapped in the face, and his face was a little swollen, although he didn't know what was happening, but he also clenched the Miao knife in his hand vigilantly.

After all, these people from the Guanzhong Gang have also been with Yang Zhending for some years, so this loyalty is still there.

This directly made the atmosphere in the air instantly cold, as if an unimaginable fierce battle could break out at any time.

As for Yang Zhending, he felt a hot pain on half of his face, and it was also a wave of anger that rushed straight to his head, for the first time in so many years, he was really slapped in the face, and he was still in front of his subordinates, where did he put his face? It's a shame!

So between these thoughts, Yang Zhending really thought about killing Xiong Maolin, and he had this opportunity, an adjutant Liu was really nothing, maybe his gun didn't take out, and his brother had already dropped the Miao knife on his neck.

But...... In the end, Yang Zhending still chose to be reasonable!

As the so-called impulse is the devil, we must focus on the overall situation!

Only when you can endure the humiliation of your crotch can you become a master!

Yang Zhending's purpose this time is to find the door of the realm transformation and obtain the power of immortality!

If at this time, for the sake of this slap, for the sake of a momentary speed, for the sake of face and Xiong Maolin, it is absolutely irrational, after all, Xiong Maolin still has an army of nearly 2,000 soldiers under him! He is still counting on Xiong Maolin's army to help him find the door of the realm transformation!

Compared to the power of immortality, what is this slap?

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!

Based on the above, Yang Zhending knelt directly in front of Xiong Maolin with a puff, and exclaimed with a serious and serious expression: "Dashuai, you misunderstood, how could I harm you, I just threw you down to save you, and after the explosion, the Netherworld Ghost Fire rushed towards us with the air wave generated by the explosion, and we were covered with soil, so we were spared, if we got up at that time, we would definitely be burned to ashes by the Netherworld Fire!" ”

Yang Zhending is a complete drama spirit, and after losing his face, he is even more undisciplined, and even tears are about to come out.

However, Xiong Maolin, who has become a big warlord step by step from a small soldier, is naturally not so 'simple' and easy to coax, especially the scene where Yang Zhending was desperately pressed under him just now, he obviously feels that Yang Zhending is a dead hand, even with his thumb, he can think that Yang Zhending is afraid of death, so he doesn't care about his own life or death!

Unexpectedly, at this time, Adjutant Liu next to him actually came over to make a round, and said cautiously to Xiong Maolin: "Dashuai, just now...... Second Master Yang really worked hard to rescue you with cardiopulmonary resuscitation......"

Adjutant Liu's remark was a very important turning point.

In fact, all of you here are human spirits, and Adjutant Liu also felt the pressure on the momentum brought to him by the six King Kongs under Yang Zhending, especially the Miao knife in their hands exuding a cold light, in case everyone really tears their faces, it will not be beneficial to anyone.

At this time, Xiong Maolin glanced at Adjutant Liu, and his heart was also calm, basically the same as Adjutant Liu thought, it is not good for anyone to tear his face at this time, if he wants to continue walking in this emperor's tomb, he still has to rely on Yang Zhending and their Guanzhong Gang.

Moreover, Xiong Maolin also knew that it was indeed Yang Zhending who did artificial respiration for himself and carried out cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Xiong Maolin rubbed his lips, stood up from the ground, then glanced at Yang Zhending, and said lightly: "Get up!" ”

If Yang Zhending received amnesty, his hanging heart was also relaxed a little, and he secretly gave his subordinates a look.

"Yang Zhending, what do you think now? It's all the result of what you made with explosives! ”

After getting up, Xiong Maolin looked at the 10,000 monument mound in front of him, although a radius of more than ten meters was blown up, but after looking at the back, his original division was still a third left, and some of them were seriously injured, and the price paid was so painful that Xiong Maolin's heart was bleeding.

Not only Xiong Maolin's heart is dripping blood, Yang Zhending's heart is also dripping blood, but not only dripping blood, but also turning out Xiong Maolin's ancestors in his heart and scolding him silently.

But it doesn't make any sense to say that now.

The key is to find a way to get past this tomb!

"Dashuai...... This imperial tomb is extremely gloomy, and we have suffered serious losses when we get here, and the inside is even more dangerous......"

Does that mean retreating? The words came out of Adjutant Liu's mouth.

However, before Adjutant Liu's words were finished, Xiong Maolin directly slapped him with a loud backhand in the face, directly hitting the corners of Adjutant Liu's mouth a little crooked, and blood flowed.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has suffered a lot of losses, how can he just leave like this? Where is your spirit as a military man? Is it possible that our panting big living people can't fight the dead? Even if Lao Tzu bulldozes the entire mountain today, he will hollow out this emperor's tomb, if you fucking disturb the morale of the army again, Lao Tzu will directly kill you! ”