Although He Jingying has the white god bead to protect her body, the cave newt will not hurt her. But with only one person and one sword, how can he stop hundreds of cave newts. The cave newt stirred up the pool water, He Jingying was like duckweed in the water, and only by inserting the Folding Moon Sword into the cliff could she barely stabilize it.

He Jingying's chest was as heavy as a thousand gold, and her breath was about to burst through her throat. He Jingying held her breath and used all her strength to pull the newt that was about to cross her hole. The newt's tail fin flicked, and He Jingying's whole person fell heavily on the cliff. The last breath held in his chest rushed out of his throat, and the cold pool water poured into his lungs, and He Jingying pulled out the Folding Moon Sword from the cliff with the last force and poked it into the eyes of the newt.

The newt suffered from pain, and the tail fin flicked the cliff to pieces.

The senses were stripped from He Jingying's body layer by layer. She couldn't feel the cold in the water, she couldn't feel the pain of the boulder hitting her, she couldn't hear it, but she could see it. She saw that Cao Jingzhao, who was swimming at the end of the crowd, had also entered the dark river. She saw Xiao Lian swimming desperately towards her in the water.

Gradually, she couldn't tell if these were her hallucinations or what she had actually seen.

A warm palm dragged her back and took her in his arms. A deft tongue gently opened her silver teeth, and a breath of orchid scent slowly poured into her lungs. Her stripped soul seemed to have come back a little, allowing her to see the cold face but the hot eyes.

Xiao Lian Lieyang Sword came out of his hand. The Sun Sword cut through the water and plunged straight into the rock wall, and a large piece of rock fell from the rock wall, just crushing the newt that had been blinded by He Jingying's stabbing in one eye.

Xiao Lian hurriedly grabbed He Jingying and rushed into the flow of the dark river. The current of the dark river increased significantly, and as soon as the two of them came into contact with the dark river, they were swept away by the turbulent river. Xiao Lian protected He Jingying's head in his arms. Let your back hit against the craggy stone wall.

Xiao Zhaoye's body is really special. This was the last thing Xiao Lian wanted to say before he rushed out of the river.

If it weren't for this full moon night, if it weren't for this rushing river, there would have been only a few dead bodies rushing to the manger. They will rot in this valley like the bones of the manger. Perhaps the mud after the impact of the river will also leave only half of their bodies exposed outside the mountain, which will become another evidence of the legend of this amazing manger cannibalism.

Xiao Lian crouched on the riverbank, and the sharp pain in his back made his brows frown tightly, and his mouth let out a muffled snort. No matter how much pain he had in his back, he didn't let go of the arm holding He Jingying.

The cold moonlight shone into the valley, and the soaked clothes were blown by the cold wind to make people even more sober. Although everyone escaped from the underground palace, they did not have the joy of the rest of their lives.

The newts have been awakened, and it is unknown how much time they have left to escape the valley. Now everyone has more or less wounds on their bodies, and if the newt were to chase it now, no one would have the strength to fight it.

The wind in the valley smelled of blood. The sound of a porcelain vase falling to the ground sounded, which was particularly clear in this valley. A green porcelain vase rolled down from Ghostface's feet. The ghost-faced Langjun stretched out his hand in a panic, but the whole person lost his balance because he broke an arm, and he also rolled twice with the porcelain vase.

The arrow that pierced his heart pierced three points deeper. The ghost-faced Langjun didn't care about the pain, and tore the sleeve arrow from his heart. Black blood flowed from his wounds. He struggled to crawl forward a few steps on one hand, and was about to reach the porcelain vase, but a black, wet soap boot stood in front of him.

Xiao Lian bent down and picked up the porcelain vase from the ground: "Young Master Xiao, this king wants to hear more from you to tell you more of your story." ”

Ghost-faced Langjun's lips were bruised, and sweat fell on his face: "Antidote, give me the antidote!" ”

Xiao Lian shook the porcelain vase in front of him: "If Xiao Gongzi's story is told fast enough." Maybe there's still time to save you. ”

Ghost-faced Langjun was like crazy at this time: "I just want to live!" What do you want to know? I say, I say both! ”

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I want the Yin Soldiers!" Ghost-faced Langjun gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I have Yin soldiers, I can get rid of that person!" I'm the best of us! I could have taken my place! But I didn't expect it to be a chess game! ”

Xiao Lian was puzzled: "Who is that person?" Who are you? ”

Ghost-faced Langjun looked up at Xiao Lian, grinning on his bruised lips and smiling: "You give me the antidote first, and I'll tell you." ”

Xiao Lian threw the small porcelain vase to him: "You can't run either." ”

Ghost-faced Langjun poured all the medicine into his mouth in embarrassment and wiped his lips.

Xiao Lian asked coldly, "Who do you want to replace?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun raised his head and said an answer that Xiao Lian would never have thought of: "Ghost-faced Langjun." ”

But this answer seems to be reasonable. Xiao Lian squatted down and looked at the ghost-faced Langjun coldly and asked, "Who is he?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun looked up at Xiao Lian and said with a somewhat weird smile: "Ghost-faced Langjun is of course Xiao Yan, Xiao Wuyu." ”

Xiao Lian frowned, and he was about to lose patience with this tongue twister-like conversation: "Then who are you?" ”

Ghostface suddenly smiled even more happily, but such a happy smile only flashed across his face. His expression turned to horror for a moment. He stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of the arrow wound in his heart, and his palms were covered with black blood. "That's not right! Wrong! Not that antidote! His pupils dilated slightly, and he searched for it on himself, but except for the soaked clothes on his body, there was nothing in his clothes: "He's going to kill me!" He's going to kill me! ”

"Who's going to kill you?" Xiao Lian hurriedly asked.

"Xiao Wuyu! Xiao Wuyu wants to kill me! Ghost-faced Langjun took off his mask. It was a teenager's face, with a long, long scar on it. Qi Zhen saw that face, and her pupils shrank.

"Lord Wang, save me! You save me, I'll tell you everything I know! The young man grabbed Xiao Lian's shirt helplessly, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Lian grabbed the young man's hand: "You tell me who you are!" ”

The young man's eyes were split: "I am Xiao Yan, we are all Xiao Yan." No! I am Xiao Yan! His pupils spread to black, black blood gushing out of the boy's mouth. The hand that grasped Xiao Lian also hung down weakly.

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