Men and women can fly, but tiny girls can't fly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The old monk and the old Taoist priest also did not practice to the point where they could fly freely. Even in the whole world, I haven't heard of anyone who has cultivated to the point of being able to soar in the sky alone without the help of external forces, and Sun Wukong has a somersault cloud of 108,000 miles, which is still just a legend.

The only thing that the old Taoist and the old monk could do was to rush over and catch the girl who fell from the sky as much as possible.

Wei Wei had fainted in mid-air, and the steel whip had already been released. The location where she fell was actually closer to the old monk.

She fell too fast, and the old Taoist priest who was far away was still a little short of speed, although he tried his best to sweep over, and the old monk knew that he had to make a move, otherwise the little girl would fall into a meat pie.

But there is also an ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty nailed under the wooden Zen stick in his hand.

The situation was critical, and he had no time to think about it, the old monk gritted his teeth, no longer cared about the ancient zombies, and rushed forward to meet the faint falling in the air.

Although Weiwei's body was thin and small, and the weight was not large, she couldn't help the woman flying too high and falling too hard.

No matter how light something is, if it falls from a very high place, its momentum will not be great. In human society, there have been many cases where children fall from five or six floors and kill adults.

Although the tiny girl looks very slight from the name, in fact, it is much heavier than those children who fall from a high altitude, and the height of its fall is twenty stories high. But although the old monk is physically tougher than ordinary people. I couldn't stand the downward momentum, and the keys to both shoulders were completely dislocated, and one forearm smashed on a stone. Both bones were broken. Moreover, under this rush, the old monk was surging with blood and qi in his internal organs, and he was so shocked that he couldn't get up from lying on the ground for a long time. I can only endure the pain and lie there to breathe.

The slight decline of the body was slowed down by the old monk, but it was still not caught, but rolled to the ground slightly gently.

The old Taoist priest rushed over, thinking about his precious granddaughter, and he didn't care about the old monk who fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

The old road ran to Weiwei. There were many wounds on her body and face, but the skin was broken but there was no blood.

If people usually break their flesh and skin and don't bleed, they should naturally be glad that they didn't hurt their blood. Don't be afraid of the danger of heavy bleeding. But this time, the little girl's slight wound was extremely deep, the wound was not small, and there was no blood flowing out, which made Lao Dao anxious.

If you look closely at the little girl's face, it is miserable. The skin is like white paper. It was like a corpse that had been soaked in water for a long time, completely bloodless.

The blood is about to be sucked dry, there is naturally no blood on the skin, and there is naturally no blood flowing from the wound. This is exactly what the old Taoist priest fears the most.

Lao Dao reached out to probe the little girl's snort and carotid artery's pulse. The pulse has stopped, the breath is like a gossamer, only the breath that slowly exhales, not the breath that enters the mouth and nose. The only sign that makes people feel that this little girl is still a living person is that she still has half a bit of warmth on her body. Not completely faded. This is the last sign of being a living person, if even this little bit of warmth is extinguished. Then Weiwei will definitely no longer be a living person.

For Lao Dao, this residual warmth seems to have no meaning.

This picture is not new to Lao Dao.

Once upon a time, there was such a scene in front of Lao Dao.

Lao Dao's most beloved son and daughter-in-law who loved to make trouble with Lao Dao were also lying in front of him like this back then, but he couldn't do anything. Even sending his own blood into their veins would not help. He could only let their bodies slowly become cold, hardened, lifeless, and completely depart from him.

At that time, Lao Dao wanted to hear his dear son get up and call him father again, and hoped that the beautiful lazy daughter-in-law could get up again and pick up his son and lift himself up. But no matter whether these beautiful or disturbing things can only become good memories, and they can never appear in front of his eyes again.

That's all because his old Taoist priest taught his son the art of removing zombies, and asked his daughter-in-law to be a fairy who subdues demons and eliminates demons, but in the end, a pair of good sons and daughters of his old Taoist priest finally died on the way to remove corpses.

Back then, Lao Dao hated himself so much that he couldn't wait to wipe his neck with a sword.

Fortunately, at that time, his son and daughter-in-law also left Lao Dao with the most precious priceless treasure, which was the precious granddaughter in front of him. Lao Dao is almost for this precious granddaughter to be able to live strong until now, and as his granddaughter grows up, his old Daoist begins to live more and more nourishing, and the more he lives, the happier he is. Begin to slowly forget the grief and look to the future.

Perhaps living too happily, the old Taoist priest actually got carried away and let his granddaughter get in touch with the Tao again, and unsurprisingly re-embarked on the path that her parents had walked.

Today, this tragic scene is repeated again, the old Taoist priest can't wait to eat himself alive, regret that he should not have been coerced by this little girl to bring her, regret that he should not have kept her in the Taoist temple according to the advice of the old monk.

The old Taoist priest regretted everything, and regretted that he should not have learned a lesson, and taught the little girl the name of these gods and gods, and led her into danger; The second blame himself for not spoiling his granddaughter too much, making her bold and arrogant, and she couldn't stop it, so she was so forced to get into danger and finally died.

If there is a regret medicine in the world, the old Taoist priest will definitely grab a handful and stuff it into his mouth, even if he chokes himself to death, it doesn't matter. But there is no turning back time in the world, and the last trace of warmth is being withdrawn from the little girl.

once looked at the cold bodies of his son and daughter-in-law, Lao Dao tried countless methods to save them, but none of them worked. After all, Lao Dao figured out that there is no way to save this kind of person who has been sucked blood by zombies, they have no blood, and they have been poisoned by corpses, and they will definitely die. Even if you send them blood of the same blood type, it is useless, the blood enters the blood vessels, but the blood cells are disintegrated by the corpse poison, and how much is sent and how much is wasted. There can be no life at all.

There is no way for a living person to save a body that has been drained of blood, but that doesn't mean that there is no way for a dead person. In desperation, the desperate old man even thought of another possibility: corpse mutiny!

The son and daughter-in-law are not dead yet. When there is still the last trace of warmth left in their bodies, if Lao Dao can give them the blood of the living corpse, then they may be able to come back to life. Of course, even if they come back to life, they are no longer human. And like those demons, they became the walking dead. But if it was possible at the time, Lao Dao would rather have his son and daughter-in-law become movable corpses than they would have died completely and been burned to ashes. It's just that at that time, there was no living corpse with blood left for Lao Dao to save people.

So now I look at my granddaughter who is the same as my son and daughter-in-law back then. What the old Taoist priest wanted to do most was not only to slaughter himself, but also to find a living corpse to slaughter. After slaughtering. Draw its blood and pour it into her granddaughter's body. As long as the granddaughter can be saved, even if the granddaughter becomes another lifeless "life", it doesn't matter. Even as long as you can live with your granddaughter. Even if he is old, he himself has become a living corpse. That also seems to be worth it.

There are many times when "love" can make people kind and benevolent, but it can also make people crazy. The barrier between the demon paths seemed so fragile at this time that people couldn't tell right from wrong. The old way has turned into the devil's path at this moment.

But it is useless to enter the demon path alone, even if there is this misguided method, where is the living corpse full of blood?

Two of the ones flying in the sky have flown away, and one is still "dead".

There's one behind him. Got one behind you?

Thinking of this, Lao Dao suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

The old man with a beard and teary eyes suddenly grinned. Teeth that show the macula. A psychologically distorted perverted frenzy arises spontaneously. At this time, the old way looks even more terrifying than those zombies.

He turned his head in joy to look at the zombies behind him.

Yes, it's right behind you, very close, very close.

Lao Dao originally thought that the ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty was still nailed to the ground by the old monk.

But he was so excited that he forgot that the old monk had let go of the hand holding the Zen staff in order to save his granddaughter, and destroyed his arms while catching Weiwei, at this time the old monk was churning in his internal organs because of the impact, and he was lying on the ground unable to move.

Without the suppression of the old monk, even if the Zen staff was blessed with the Buddha seal, it could not suppress an ancient zombie of the Qing Dynasty alone. The ancient zombie fought with the pain of being burned by the Buddha seal of the Zen staff, and forcibly pulled the Zen staff out of his chest and threw it aside.

It is much more comfortable to burn your hands with a stick than to burn your internal organs with a stick in your chest.

Everything that moves knows how to seek advantage and avoid harm, and zombies are no exception.

After escaping the Zen staff blessed by the Buddha seal, the ancient zombies of the Qing Dynasty did not immediately escape.

Even for zombies, when there is an opportunity, it is not to be missed. Lao Dao didn't pay attention to it before, the old monk was already gone, and the little girl didn't seem to move. Seeing that this is the delicious "blood food" of the three in hand, this ancient zombie is reluctant to walk away when it smells blood.

Unbeknownst to it, the tastiest of them all, the "Blood Food", had already been eaten by its companions. If it still has human consciousness, it will definitely scold its companions for "forgetting their righteousness for the sake of profit". But it no longer understands this, so it is not angry, but it reacts like an animal instinct, quietly walks behind the old way, and launches a fatal blow.

The iron-like zombie arm that had been inserted into Li Siguang's chest once again struck out and inserted into Lao Dao's abdomen.

But this time, although he also succeeded again, he was not as lucky as last time. Although the injuries it caused on Lao Dao's body were serious, they were still a little worse, and they failed to kill the other party on the spot. Because Lao Dao twisted his body slightly at the last moment, this blow did not hurt the most fatal chest.

Last time, Li Siguang was seriously injured, in order to rescue Song Weiren, he could only exchange his life for his life, and he suffered a heavy blow from it to save the young juniors, but he died on the spot.

This time, the old Dao combat power was attacked almost without damage, although his mind was a little flustered and he couldn't completely dodge, but the Dao technique that he had cultivated for a long time made him subconsciously twist at the last moment and move away from the key parts. And after being negligently attacked by a sneak attack, he immediately made an extremely swift counterattack.

When the hard arm of the Qing Dynasty ancient zombie was still inserted in his abdomen, he had already taken out a stack of rune paper on his body and slapped it on the body of the Qing Dynasty ancient zombie as if by magic. Where the rune paper fell, green smoke rose up, and the living corpse could only stare dryly, but where could it still move.

"If it weren't for saving my daughter, your head would have moved." Lao Dao gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and said hatefully. (To be continued.) )