151, the wasteland empty city

Ye Jian, who was standing in the Fengyiling enchantment, looked at the woman in black, the meaning in her eyes was unclear, but it was more shocked. Is she already that strong? Playing with fire like this is also considered the best!

It seems that the minister will only be abused in the future!

The strength of the fire giant is not very clear, after all, she has awakened this ability not long ago. Although the best way to fight against the Fire Giant is to return it to others in the way of others, Feng Weiyang and the others are estimated to be melted into a puddle of water.

Although the ink pupil is a rat bogey, she is not in a hurry, since she can summon the fire giants, she can seal them, and it is a big deal to directly scatter them and recreate.

But this Feng Yiling, she has to ask carefully, where did he hook up with such a powerful woman!

Seeing that Mo Tong had escaped the siege of the four fire giants and rushed straight towards him, a trace of fierceness flashed in Feng Yiling's eyes. This ghost's spiritual power is not ordinarily strong!

Could it be that she is behind all this?

Feng Yiling secretly condensed his strength, and was about to fight to the death with Mo Tong again, when the woman in black on the side suddenly grabbed him. I saw that the ink pupil suddenly paused in the air, as if it was controlled by some strange force, unable to struggle or escape, and then it was blocked by a red light net (set tào). The four fire giants quickly jumped to the side of the ink pupil (body shēn), and countless scorching (hot rè) chains quickly buckled on the light web, forming a huge metal cage.

Compared to the huge chain cage, the ink pupil is like a watermelon seed in a watermelon.

The metal cage began to shrink as the giants withdrew their hands, and the ink pupil was trapped inside, barely able to resist. The more cohesive she is, the weaker and thinner the spiritual power in her body becomes. They seem to have a dark genus (sex xìng) that absorbs energy, and Mo Tong only feels a tight breath in his heart, and he vomits dizzy from a mouthful of old blood.

For some reason, Feng Weiyang's heart was tightened with the falling ink pupils, and it hurt. He wanted to stop the ink pupil on the side and beg her to let that one go, so that it would be good to leave a ghost-transformed ink pupil for him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't say that.

Seeing that the sealing chain was pressed lower and lower, Mo Pupil, who still had a trace of strength to resist, suddenly gave up resistance and plunged directly into the hot magma below.

I thought she had some other tricks, but I didn't expect to fall into the magma so straight.

Some of the drifting rubble was weathered and fell into the magma, causing only a small cluster of blinding light and fire, and then disappeared.

Feng Weiyang stared at the place where Mo Tong was falling for five seconds before he reluctantly looked away with pity. I don't think there's anything to do with this ghost.

The woman in black on the side of Feng Yiling (身shēn) smiled sweetly at Feng Yiling, and when she raised her hand, the seal flew quickly, and the world like a hell of fire instantly returned to calm.

Feng Yiling's thousands of miles of ice still sealed every big and small puddle, but there was no longer that ghost in the puddle.

Mo Tong turned his head to look at Feng Yiling, smiled slightly, and said with pride and sa (Jiaojiāo): "This is the seventh one who pretends to be me!"

"I don't think there will be any more in the future!"

Feng Yiling also looked at Mo Tong, his eyes were extremely gentle, and then nodded.

"Then we are

Moving on? Mo Tong said and glanced back at Ye Jian, as if asking for advice. Ye Jian didn't speak, Feng Weiyang didn't object, Feng Yiling naturally agreed.

"Senior brother." Mo Tong suddenly approached Feng Yiling, and a trace of cunning crossed his dark eyes. Feng Yiling didn't dodge, smelling the smell on the ink pupil (body shēn), some (情qíng) were not self (forbidden jìn), and replied with a dumb voice "um", but when he said it, he was even shocked, this uh is a bit ambiguous.

Hearing Feng Yiling's voice, Ye Jian was numb from head to foot, and he had goosebumps (body shēn), and sure enough, the senior brother and sister Shenma had a base (情qíng), hurry up and don't overdo it, for fear of a long needle.

Feng Weiyang on the side pretended to call Xiaobai and Xia Yu to hide the loss in his eyes.

Mo Tong is like a little girl who loves (爱ài) 中沙 (娇jiāo), her face is flushed with a faint pink, and her dark eyes are flashing with water, which makes Feng Yiling's heart tremble.

"How do you feel when I kill them?"

Feng Yiling shook his head and took a half step back slightly, "I don't feel it." ”

"And what about that one just now?"

Feng Yiling continued to shake his head, without thinking.

Survival (desire yù) is very strong!

Mo Tong pouted and sighed in distress, "Why do you say that those resentful ghosts like to transform into me, is it because I am more beautiful?" ”

Ye Jian on one side twitched her cheeks, and she couldn't help but have the paralyzed face of Mo Tong in her mind, and she couldn't wait to tear it off for her, when did she become so narcissistic? Where does the confidence come from?

Those ghosts transformed into her, probably blind.

Mo Tong's feet spun, turned to Feng Weiyang, and raised his hand to pull Feng Weiyang's tie, like a dog and like teasing, a little ambiguous, "Feng Weiyang, how do you feel?" ”

"I think you're reluctant to give up on that one just now!"

Feng Weiyang lowered his eyes, "No." ”

Mo Tong hooked Feng Weiyang's chin, and the two looked at each other closely, "Is it really not?" ”

Feng Weiyang tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, lowered his eyes and affirmed: "No!"

"That's good!"

Mo Tong let go of his hand and got up (身shēn), ((swing dàng) dàng) burst out of laughter like silver bells, and his gaze swept over Ye Jian with no clear meaning, "Let's go!" ”

Feng Weiyang was still carrying Xia Yu on his back, and Ye Jian helped with a dull-eyed and somewhat stupid Xiaobai.

Mo Tong and Feng Yiling walked in front, and Feng Yiling's face was full of gentleness and spoiling. It seems that because of the killing of many undead ghosts, Mo Tong's (sex xìng) personality has become cheerful, constantly talking to Feng Yiling, and even moving his hands and feet affectionately.

Ye Jian was a little puzzled, unable to tell whether he really didn't understand Mo Tong or whether she had a split personality. Shouldn't you have a wooden face, the mountain collapses in front of you and the complexion does not change, and the eyes are as black as ink like a dead well, without a trace of waves, to see who is a dead person?

Maybe her innocence is only in front of Feng Yiling.

It's like Qin Anmoxibustion's obsession, only for her.

It was dark, and the five of them hiked across the wasteland to a small town.

At night, the town is quiet, and the city lights and neon lights illuminate the darkness. They were hungry and tired, so they didn't think much about it and went into the town. After entering the town

I found out that this town was too eerily quiet, all the floors were closed, no one could be seen, and there was not even the movement of insects and birds!

Feng Yiling reached out and touched the wall on the side of the (body shēn), the touch of substance, cold and rough, was real, not an illusion. The so-called abnormal world must have demons, and those ghosts and resentful souls are probably dying in a muffled voice! Withdrawing his hand, he magnified his divine sense, and in his divine consciousness, the entire town was as expected, empty!

On the connected hills to the northwest of the town, however, there were many people gathered, and among them he sensed a familiar aura. She was calling him, and she kept calling, like a beacon light pointing out the way forward on the night sea.

Qu Jinmo.

Feng Yiling suddenly took half a step back, and the expression on his face was a little stiff and a little surprised, as if he had seen some incredible sight.

"What's wrong?" Mo Tong quickly supported Feng Yiling.

Feng Yiling put away his divine sense, held Mo Tong's hand with his backhand, and smiled very gently, "I'm fine." I just probed the town with my divine sense, and found that the town was empty, and for some reason, everyone was on the hill over there. ”

Feng Yiling pointed to the mountain in the northwest, his eyes were a little wavering, "And there are people we are familiar with!" ”

"Who? Qin Anmoxibustion? Mo Tong said.

Feng Yiling reached out and stroked Mo Tong's hair, extremely gentle, "No, it's Jinmo." ”

"Qu Jinmo? How did she get here? The smile on Mo Tong's face instantly collapsed, and he became a little displeased.

Feng Yiling held her hand and kissed her, and pinched her face affectionately, "I don't know this very well, but I can assure you that I don't have any other thoughts about her at all, in my eyes, she is my sister!" ”

"Really?"

"Hmm!"

Mo Tong smiled sweetly, stretched out his hand and took the initiative to take Feng Yiling's arm, nodded, and headed towards the northwest of the town.

Seeing the two leaving, Ye Jian's brows furrowed even more, and then he sighed and helped Xiaobai and Feng Weiyang to follow.

Why are more and more people next to them appearing here? Is all this really illusory? The distance between the eastern and western hemispheres still exists, is it a coincidence or a premeditation to bring together everyone scattered all over the world in the blink of an eye?

Whatever it was, Newton's coffin board couldn't hold it down.

Hey, where's his minister?

Did you press Newton's coffin board?

Feng Weiyang, who was stuffed with a mouth full of dog food by Feng Yiling and Mo Tong, was dripping blood in his heart, it was worse than death. If he had tried his best to see such a picture, he might as well have been dissected by those quarantined people in that dungeon! At least this way, it won't be heartbroken, it won't be so desperate!

Why did my ink pupil hook up with Feng Yiling like this?

Isn't this Feng Yiling coming out?

How can this way of the world be like this, is it bullying him? Hey, life is better than death, life is better than death!

No, how can you die like this! Is his ink pupil just giving it to others? He can't do it, he can't do it! He's going to take it back! Take back the ink pupils!!

The ink pupil is his! It's always his! Only

It's his!

……

"Feng Weiyang, you hurt me!" Xia Yu, who was lying on Feng Weiyang's back, suddenly groaned and muttered.

Feng Wei Yang Hun (身shēn) is a spirit, like waking up from a dream! Only then did he realize that a sword blade had been condensed in his hand, although it was only dagger-like, it could also hurt people. And Feng Yiling is not far from him (身shēn) one meter in front of him!

He almost hurt his ninth brother!

Feng Weiyang suddenly froze in place, and Quan (body shēn) was startled into a cold sweat. Fortunately, everyone was thoughtful, and no one noticed his abnormality at all. Feng Weiyang turned away the blade of the sword and called Xia Yu, but he didn't get a response. I thought I fainted again.

That's fine, save yourself the embarrassment!

Seeing that Ye Jian was holding Xiaobai, frowning all the time, and his heart looked like he was thinking of a thousand knots, Feng Weiyang asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?" ”

Ye Jian glanced at Feng Weiyang and shook his head again: "It's nothing."

"By the way, the child in Lan Lan's belly is almost five months old!"

"Check (sex xìng) goodbye?"

Thinking of Gu Lan and the child, Ye Jian felt a warmth in his heart, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, "Men and women don't matter, they are all my children." ”

"Not curious?"

"Curiosity kills cats!"

"Ye Jian, we can't chat happily, hum!"

(End of chapter)