Suddenly there was a rustling sound of leaves in the woods.

"Someone." Ryogaki reminded aloud.

Wu Qizhe's sensitive facial features had already discovered the direction of the comer, and the first to rush out was a twenty-eight or nineteen-year-old young man, with a gloomy face, an eerie chill in his eyes, and the darts that popped out of his hands had already shot towards one of the Wan Xiong gangs who were tied up.

An invisible ripple bounced off the incoming dart.

"Beigong Pestle, what are you doing, don't stop yet." Liangyuan saw that someone was coming.

Beigong pestle smiled disdainfully, a mere surveyor actually wanted to order him, the folding fan in his hand was already unsheathed, and it swept directly towards the neck of one of the Wanxiong gangsters.

Wu Qizhe pointed his finger into a sword, and a golden mang had already shot towards the Beigong pestle.

Beigong pestle felt like a thorn in his back, and his heart ached faintly, so he had to give up his original plan and cover it with a folding fan with his backhand.

How could a mere folding fan resist Wu Qizhe's golden sword qi, the force that penetrated, the folding fan in his hand was almost unstable, the folding fan made of stainless steel for the bone had been pierced, and the sharp sword qi trend was unabated, directly shooting through the big tree behind him, forming a fist-sized hole.

Beigong pestle let out a cold sweat, and then he had time to look at the opponent, his eyes were fixed, wasn't the other party already dead?

At the same time that Beigong Pestle was puzzled, the three spirit masters who came with him arrived one after another.

"Miao Qiao, Zuo Chuning, Brother Tuwei, you are all here." Liangyuan was pleasantly surprised.

Yan Lingjiao saw the stranger who appeared, and subconsciously stood with Wu Qizhe.

As soon as Wu Qizhe's gaze swept over the other party, he felt a fiery delicate body directly pounce into his arms, and he didn't have time to react.

"I knew you were alive, they said you were dead, but I never believed you." Zuo Qiu Ning hugged Wu Qizhe tightly, and there was already a crying tone between his words, obviously the relationship between the two should not be ordinarily good.

Wu Qizhe was stunned for a moment, put his hand in the air, it was not, it was not if he didn't put it, the fragrance of talking between the hairs, gently teased the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but make him slightly intoxicated.

"Girl, you can let go first, I don't seem to know you." Wu Qizhe gently pushed the other party away.

"Scoundrel, how can you say you don't know me." The woman who was pushed away burst into tears and laughed, and her pink fist slapped Wu Qizhe's shoulder: "I still think about you every day, you met, but you said you don't know me, you negative person." ”

"Girl, Brother Qizhe said he didn't know you, didn't you hear?" Yan Lingjiao wrapped her hands around Wu Qizhe's arm and said unpleasantly.

"You, who the hell are you and why are you with Qizhe." The tall woman looked at Yan Lingjiao with an unhappy expression.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Brother Qizhe was seriously injured before, so he didn't know everyone." Liangyuan hurriedly came out and explained.

"What big brother Qizhe is seriously injured." Another slightly younger woman in green exclaimed.

"How did you get so badly injured, don't you even remember me?" The woman in red grabbed Wu Qizhe's hand, and her eyes showed a sad look.

The Beigong pestle on the side is gloating, amnesia, amnesia, amnesia, it's a pity why don't you die!

Tu Wei is really worried about Wu Qizhe, and their relationship is not bad.

"My head hurts a little, I really don't remember." Wu Qizhe pretended to have a headache and said.

"This girl, Brother Qizhe said he didn't remember, so don't ask." Yan Lingjiao looked at Zuo Qiu Ning dissatisfied.

Zuo Qiu Ning ignored Yan Lingjiao, looked at Wu Qizhe and said seriously: "Although you don't remember me now, I will tell you about our affairs little by little." “

Beigong Pestle is so ruthless, he has always liked Zuo Chuning, he thought that he would have a chance after this guy died, but he didn't think that Zuo Chuning had always been in love, and this guy really came back from the dead.

"Do we really know each other?" Wu Qizhe looks like a literary and artistic youth.

"Of course." Zuo Chuning nodded heavily

Looking at the woman in front of him, the other party's beauty was undoubtedly first-class.

Wearing a red frosted one-piece short skirt, her body is graceful, delicate as a spring flower, and as beautiful as the morning glow.

The jade plate-like face is exquisite, with two curved eyebrows, and a pair of clear and transparent water-like eyes, a perfect match, looking forward to brilliance. What's even more amazing is the small and cute red lips, which are as attractive as cherries dipped in morning dew. The cherry mouth is red and translucent, dotted with jade-like teeth. It's really the beauty of this time, amazing,

The majestic upper circumference presents a perfect XING shape under the open neckline, and the slim waist is not full of grips, and the perfect curve makes people dizzy.

THE PAIR OF CHARMING FENG LUAN TREMBLED SLIGHTLY WITH THEIR BREATHING, AND THE MOVING POSTURE MADE ANY MAN EXCITED, AND THE SNOW UNDER THE SHORT SKIRT WAS SLENDER AND SLENDER, AND THE PEOPLE WHO LOOKED AT IT WERE TAKEN BY THE GODS.

Noble and dignified, with a charming temperament, this is a beauty that can be viewed from a distance without being played.

Zuo Chuning was hotly looked at by the other party's pretty face, and couldn't help but show joy.

"Let's get down to business first, what's going on with this group of Wanxiong Gang?" Tu Wei spoke.

Ryogaki briefly recounted what had happened before.

"So you're waiting here for the spirits?" Zuo Chuning looked at Wu Qizhe and said.

"What about the spiritual disciples, why don't you see a human figure?" Beigong pestle said cool words, and was about to swing the folding fan twice, only then did he remember that there was a break on it, and he put away the folding fan with an unhappy expression.

"We didn't wait for the spirit disciples, but we waited for the Ding Shaying brothers and sisters who were chased and killed by the Wanxiong Gang." Wu Qizhe said.

"Yes, they are the sons and daughters of Ding Hong, the owner of Longyin Village." Liangyuan pointed to Ding Shaying, who had already come over, and said.

"Girl, I don't know why the Wanxiong Gang is chasing and killing you?" Tuwei hugged his fists.

Ding Shaying encountered a great disaster, and she didn't want to answer Tu Wei's question.

"You can ask these Wanxiong Gang members first." Yan Lingjiao suggested on the side.

"I remembered what Miss A said, too." Liangyuan looked at Beigong Pestle and asked, "Why did you want to attack the Wanxiong Gang just now, if it wasn't for Brother Qizhe to stop you, you would have succeeded." ”

Looking at the gazes cast by everyone, Beigong Pestle said unhurriedly: "The people of the Wanxiong Gang burned, killed and looted, did all kinds of evil, and had bad deeds, was it wrong for me to kill them?" ”

"It's okay to kill them, but you can ask before you kill them." Wu Qizhe glanced at the Beigong pestle lightly.

"It's not too late to ask." Saying that, Beigong Pestle had already walked towards the Wanxiong Gang minions who were tied to the tree.

Just when everyone was about to learn more about the matter, they found that these Wanxiong's minions had turned black, their eyes were bleeding to death, and they were obviously poisoned.

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