"Don't go!"

"Don't go!"

Don't leave twice, both are shouting willow trees, one is from the monk, and the other is from the old way. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but Willow Tree's action was much faster than they thought, and before they could speak, Willow Tree had disappeared. So both shouts were directed towards the air.

The old monk's shouts were full of anxiety, and the old monk's shouts were full of pleading and despair. But looking at the empty rocks and shrubs, both of them could only be helpless.

"Damn the Flying Zombie went and moved the rescuers." The old monk looked up at the distant mountains and sky that were whistling but could not be seen, and said hatefully.

"It's not a rescue, it's a reinforcement." Lao Dao replied to the old monk's words with difficulty, and at the same time glared at the ancient zombies of the Qing Dynasty that were constantly shaking in front of him, "No matter what kind of soldier, I have to solve you first." Old monk, try to call your timid precious nephew again. ”

When the old monk heard this, he smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that the kid had slipped away too fast, and it was very unauthentic to throw his uncle here. Although he thought so in his heart, the old monk was not angry, but felt that his thoughts were a little ridiculous. How long have we known each other? You can't be sure if you're someone's uncle, why should people not even want their lives for you?

Although he thought so wildly in his heart, the old monk still had the strength to shout in the direction of Liu Shuya's escape, but he didn't dare to let his voice go too far, for fear of attracting the evil things that were coming. In fact, he thought too much, it was impossible for those attacking monsters to change their speed because they heard or didn't hear his shouts.

The old monk did his own thing, and the old Taoist priest also began to clean up the ancient zombies of the Qing Dynasty. But that's easier said than done.

The old Taoist priest lost too much blood and had severe pain in his abdomen. I can't help it, it's good not to faint, let alone deal with this zombie.

But the old man is stubborn, and what he wants to do, he has to do it with all his life.

He endured the pain in his abdomen, struggled, and got up. Holding the horn scimitar in one hand, and actually holding the zombie's arm with the other, he stood up with his strength.

He forcibly raised his hand. With a knife in his hand, he slashed at the zombie's neck, and he wanted to cut off the zombie's head. If the head and body are separated, this zombie will be brutal. It's not to blame.

Put it in the usual place. This zombie must have been cut to a different place by this knife, and then it will be completely rested.

But this time is different from the past, and the strength of the old way is not enough to support this seemingly perfect knife.

It is not easy to get up, and when the knife falls, half of it uses manpower and half of it borrows gravity. The knife was small, not very heavy, and the potential to fall by gravity was really negligible.

And why don't zombies have rough skin and thick meat? It's just a pile of rough steel shelves.

So Rao is a horn scimitar is extremely sharp. But it's just shallow embedded in the neck of a zombie, for a zombie. There is no half-point damage at all.

The old man is not convinced, and he still wants to cut again, but where can he afford to pull out the knife?

At this moment, the zombie was either stimulated by the old way's actions, and its body trembled even more, and several talismans had fallen from it. Just now, Lao Dao grabbed the zombie's arm and got up, and also erased a few runes, and it happened that at this moment, there was another gust of evil wind, and a few more runes were blown down. Maybe Lao Dao's luck has been extremely bad at this moment, and most of those few corpse suppression talismans have actually been removed.

In this way, the other runes could not deter the zombie at all.

The zombie suddenly raised his hands like steel tongs and grabbed Lao Dao's neck, where could Lao Dao hide at this time, and he didn't even have time to cough, so he choked on his breath.

The breath was not supplied, and the blood loss was excessive, Lao Dao couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as the strength of his body was discharged, the person fainted.

The old monk was shouting willow trees, but he listened to the movement behind him, and when he looked back, he was so shocked that he was not possessed, and he was anxious about the safety of the old man, so he gritted his teeth and stood up to kick over to relieve the siege. It's just that the old monk doesn't expect much about the effectiveness of this kick, and he just does his best.

Just when he raised his foot and didn't kick it, suddenly a gust of wind blew beside him, and a person suddenly appeared behind the ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty.

The old monk was startled, and looked at it. Why did Willow come back?

Anyway, since Willow is back, she should be here to help, right? The old monk was very relieved and felt that this nephew was quite good.

He put down his feet and waited for the nephew to use his means, except for the zombie in front of him, but saw Liu Shuya standing behind the ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty, raised his hands, but did nothing, stayed there and did not move.

Seeing this, the old monk was anxious, "You should do it." ”

Willow still didn't move.

The old monk was shocked, "Could it be that after this guy's corpse changes, he will obey the call of those zombies and become a monster along the way?" ”

Thinking of this, he gasped and said in his heart, "It's over, it's really over." Three of our grandfathers and grandchildren will die here today. ”

was thinking desperately, when suddenly Willow turned her head and looked at him, her eyes were still clear and bright.

"I, what am I going to do?" Willow asked blankly.

"Huh?" The old monk was stupidly asked, it seems that he was thinking too much just now.

"Hit him." The old monk replied subconsciously.

"Hurt him too, right?" Liu Shuya raised her hand, crossed the shoulder of the ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty, and pointed at the old Taoist.

It turned out that although Liu Shuya had a divine power and vigorous skills that he didn't know where to go, he was really inexperienced in the enemy, and no one taught him the skills of fighting, and all the actions of fighting with others came from instinct. So he saw that the zombie had caught Lao Dao at the moment, and he didn't know what to do, he wanted to attack the ancient zombies of the Qing Dynasty, but he was afraid that he would have too much strength and hurt Lao Dao who was seriously injured.

In addition, there is another section, last time in the patio in front of his mother's tomb, he accidentally injured Li Siguang, and finally Li Siguang died, in fact, after he was separated from Guan Yun at that time, he did not go far, everything was in his eyes. He always felt that Li Siguang's death had a lot to do with him, so he felt very guilty and left a serious psychological shadow.

Although this time I rushed out to save people, I faced some similar situations. Suddenly, I don't know what to do, for fear of repeating the mistakes of the past and killing Lao Dao again.

In fact, it is also that the intelligence of the willow tree has not yet fully developed. So he didn't have the means to objectively evaluate his responsibility in the last incident. Speaking from the heart, if you want to talk about responsibility, Li Siguang's death, his responsibility is the least, and Song Weiren's responsibility is even greater, even Guan Yun and Wen Shen are to blame. So his guilt comes entirely from his good nature.

And this time. Even if he doesn't do anything, Lao Dao is dead. But Liu Shuya always kindly felt that Li Siguang's death was caused by him, and he couldn't hurt Lao Dao anymore. As a result, he was very confused this time. Raised hand, I don't know what to do.

However, when the old monk heard this, he looked at the situation and felt that Liu Shuya's concerns were also somewhat reasonable. But the old monk reacted extremely quickly. Immediately noticed the scimitar embedded in the neck of the ancient zombie, so he shouted, "I cut off its head with a scimitar." ”

This was said very harshly, and it was very inconsistent with his identity as a monk. After the words came out, the old monk immediately instinctively felt guilty, quickly shook his head and closed his eyes, and repented: "Sin, sin." My Buddha is merciful, and the old man has committed the precept of killing. How good is that? After blaming himself, he felt ten twists again, frowned and thought, "That's not right." The killing ring is the killing ring, this thing has long been dead, not the living, so what is my killing for? Or doesn't it count? What about transgressions? Or doesn't it count? At this critical moment, the old monk actually fell into a deep philosophical reflection.

Fortunately, Willow doesn't think about these deep questions. As soon as the old monk spoke, he moved.

In the process of dialogue between Willow and the old monk, the ancient zombie had already noticed the existence of Willow and knew the old monk's intentions, but it was reluctant to let go of the old way, and when it made dodge movements, it was slightly slower.

Half a second.

From the old monk's command to the action, Liu Shuya only gave it less than half a second.

But in this nearly half a second, the ancient zombie did not react reasonably.

So Willow has already succeeded.

The knife is an excellent knife. The hand that grasps the knife is an extremely powerful hand.

Even if this is just a blunt knife, the zombie's head will probably have to be moved in the hands of Willow Tree today, not to mention that he is holding the long-cherished Demon Treasure Knife.

The ancient zombie's head flew out and disappeared into the mountain monster trees. Only a thick, fishy-smelling liquid came out of its hollow neck cavity, and no blood spurted out. Interestingly, the body of the ancient zombie did not fall, and his hands were still stretched out there in a daze, pinching Lao Dao's neck, although he had no strength, but he was originally pinched very tightly and did not let go, and the breath in Lao Dao's throat was still not connected.

Faced with this situation, Liu Shuya didn't know how to deal with it.

"What else?"

These words interrupted the philosophical reflections of the old monk, who felt very ashamed that he was still guilty of such confusion at such a time.

"Break its hand, the old way is about to die." The old monk shouted urgently.

Liu Shuya shot quickly again, and the ancient zombie's hand was held very tightly and couldn't be broken, so he directly broke it off and threw it aside, and the action was very barbaric and rude.

The old monk couldn't help but look at his hands that were already immobile, and said in his heart, "Fortunately, it's not my hand that is broken." ”

After Liu Shuya took Lao Dao's neck out of the zombie's hand, she didn't ask what to do, and directly put Lao Dao flat on the ground.

It was only at this time that they realized that the zombie howling sound that was originally in the distance was very close.

Liu Shuya looked at the rocks and trees around her a little nervously, "They, quickly, are here." What to do? Run? He became "100,000 whys" again, and the questions went on and on.

The old monk listened and thought, "Didn't you run quite fast just now?" Why are you still asking me this time? ”

"Let's Run"

The old monk still replied.

"How do you run?"

Willow asked again.

"Run on your feet."

The old monk was a little annoyed, he was really still a fool, and he couldn't even run.

Then he saw Lao Dao and Weiwei lying on the ground, so he became even more annoyed, it turned out that the fool was not Liu Shuya, but his old monk himself.

What Liu Shuya asked was: How do you run together?

"Do you have a place to hide?"

The old monk hurriedly added this rhetorical question to hide the embarrassment caused by the answer that was said without going through the brain just now.

"Yes."

"Take us there."

"How do you run?" Willow was still asking.

"If you have the strength, just carry the two of them on your back, and I'll follow you, but, don't run too fast." The old monk dislocated his shoulder joints in both hands, and also broke one hand, so he naturally couldn't run fast in the mountains.

"Good!"

When the good word came out, Liu Shuya had already grabbed one in one hand and ran towards the rocky bushes. He slowed down a lot. But the old monk still had a hard time following.

Fortunately, the road was not long, and the willow tree rushed up to the rocks next to the depression and got into a cave in the rocks. The cave is not small, but the entrance is not big.

Although Liu Shuya is big, her movements are very flexible, and she has drilled countless holes, and she is very skilled, so she went in directly.

It was an old monk, who was fat and had inconvenient hands, and wasted his old strength, so he entered the cave.

He entered the hole with his front feet, and a fishy wind blew outside the hole behind him, and a gray shadow swept through the hole.

At the same time, the old monk heard a "whoosh" sound, and something flew out of the hole from under his ear.

He walked a few steps into the cave, tired enough. By the light shining in from the entrance of the cave, he walked to the old road and the little girl, sat down, panted and looked out of the cave, only to see a huge gray "bat" hanging upside down on a dead tree on the opposite hillside facing the entrance of the cave. (To be continued.) )