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Yang Muqing put away the peachwood sword without saying a word, picked up the sturdy wooden stools on both sides with his feet, together with the white porcelain dishes on the table, wrapped them in a tablecloth, and greeted Zuo Zhou, and at the same time he fought and retreated, not letting Zuo Zhou's spear take advantage of it!

Since the technique is not good, then use brute force, use crazy strength, and when it comes to fighting, Yang Muqing is still very experienced.

Zuo Zhou's face was slightly angry, and he was very disdainful of Yang Muqing's unaesthetic style of play, and then he couldn't look at it, although the spear in his hand could penetrate the flesh and blood, he could only overuse it in the face of the "rain of stools and dishes" flying over.

"Brother Zhou, this kid is stalling for time, he must have brought a powerful character over this time, there is danger over there!" Lin Qing saw that Yang Muqing had not dodged or avoided it, although there were many colors on his body, his expression was not chaotic at all, he noticed that the situation was different, and warned him.

Zuo Zhou snorted coldly, chose to fight quickly, threw aside the spear that was in the way, and used his fingers as a sword to go straight towards Yang Muqing's fragile neck, wanting to take it down in one fell swoop.

Yang Muqing couldn't dodge this time, he was caught, his neck was choked by Zuo Zhou's iron hands, he couldn't lift it in one breath, and his white face became red in an instant.

Zuo Zhou looked directly into Yang Muqing's eyes, and found that there was no trace of fear and resentment in his eyes that were spread by red bloodshots, so calm that he suspected that he did not control the other party's life in his own hands, but was played by the other party.

"Are you here prepared?"

Yang Muqing couldn't even breathe, so naturally he couldn't answer.

The retribution of the present world came faster than Zuo Zhou imagined, and in the next second, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out in an instant, and the pain of his chest being torn open made him let go of the hands that were holding Yang Muqing's fatal place.

The connection between him and the wish was severed in a neat and neat way!

"Brother Zhou!"

Lin Qing had never seen such a painful expression on Zuo Zhou's face, and he no longer cared about his advice, and pounced.

Then in the sight of Zuo Zhou and Yang Muqing, it was gone.

To be precise, it first dissolves into a dry corpse as if the water in its body is quickly drained, then it falls apart like a battered clay figure, and then the molecules of the unknown mass continue to dissolve into ashes, and finally the ashes seem to be sucked into a black hole and disappear.

The whole process was quick and at the same time seemed long.

Zuo Zhou snorted in pain, his lips twitched, but he finally didn't say anything.

These were already foreseen the moment he learned that his connection with the wish had been severed, and it was also a scene he had imagined a thousand times, and when it really happened, it was as painful as expected, and at the same time there was some unexpected relief.

But in the next second, his vicious gaze shot at Yang Muqing, as if he wanted to stare him through the floor.

"In that case, you can give my Lin Qing a burial."

His own magic power was damaged, and he was already at the end of his strong crossbow, but his complicated and indistinguishable mood made him unable to hesitate anymore, and it was difficult to give others a trace of extra mercy, and his palm once again turned into a sharp spear, regardless of it, and stabbed towards Yang Muqing's left chest.

"Oh, my apprentice can't be taught a lesson by you!"

With a crisp banter, Zuo Zhou's spear was blocked in mid-air.

Bodhi Zi stood still behind him, and he didn't have to look back to feel the other party's abundant mana.

"You're the Nine Elders of the Heavenly Witch Clan's defection, right? Alas, my relationship with your people is not good at all, and you say that if I take you back, will they treat me as a guest of honor and give me some money? ”

Bodhizi already has a wide range of "friends", and when he first came to rob Murong Cao, he didn't pay attention to the other party, but this time he looked at each other, and he revealed the other party's true identity in one word.

Those who can manipulate mutant wishes and use symbiotic blood spells can't be ordinary wizards at all.

"It's you!"

Zuo Zhou's original casual and shy demeanor was completely gone, and the whole person was like going mad, full of evil anger.

Bodhi Zi smiled evilly, and a two-meter-long blood blade turned out in his hand, which just blocked Zuo Zhou's crazy sight.

"There is a debtor and a debtor, although your wish was received by me, but I was instructed by Yuan Su, if you want to take revenge, just look for him, but don't come to me."

Yang Muqing listened with a little toothache on the side, and planned to never admit to the outside world that this master who shirked responsibility was his master, so he silently moved his body a meter away, avoiding the target of the spear.

"Yuansu ......"

These two words awakened Zuo Zhou's mind, the hero does not suffer immediate losses, he knows that he is not Bodhi's opponent, he can't get any benefits from it, and he may lose his life, Bodhi Zi is different from Yuansu, but he is not a soft-hearted master, and Bodhi Zi has not acted so far, indicating that he does not really want to arrest him back into the clan, although he doesn't know what purpose he wants to let himself go......

Thinking of this layer, Zuo Zhou quickly made a hiding decision, and fled the scene in the blink of an eye.

"Just let him go?" Yang Muqing said in astonishment.

"Or else? Although he is a sorcerer, he is also a human being, and it is illegal to kill people, don't you kid know? The police are downstairs, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison, and you little conscienceless person can't bring me prison food every day. ”

It turned out that Bodhizi still knew what was illegal, and Yang Muqing felt that he had really opened his eyes again.

"Where's A-Cao?"

Yang Muqing struggled to stand up, very helpless at the shocking injury of his body, Murong Cao saw that his ears could not be cleaned for at least a week.

"I haven't woken up yet, I'll leave her in the Demon Array, it'll be fine, do you think my master and I are such unreliable people?"

Yang Muqing swallowed the three words "really like" into his stomach and thought of a solution.

"Your mana is still there, right?"

"What? Want me to heal you for free again? ”

Healing people is not a joke, it costs a lot of mana, and ordinary mysteries will not use it until an important moment.

"Can't you? I'm going to call Brother Yuansu later, do I need to give you a few kind words? ”

Yang Muqing's eyes were sincere and beautiful, and there was no hint of cunning at all.

"It's ...... It's so needed. ”

Bodhi Zi wants to cry without tears, this is a real apprentice, by no means pretending, it is really "intimate" and crying.

As a result, Bodhi Zi spent half a year of mana in exchange for Yang Muqing's intact.

"That woman wasn't human, was she?"

Yang Muqing remembered that he met her in the elevator that day, but he didn't have any weirdness at that time.

"She is Zuo Zhou's dead wife, she should have died twenty years ago, Zuo Zhou stole the clan's spirit beads, and shared life with her with a symbiotic blood spell, but it seems that Zuo Zhou is also a short life, and he can't withstand consumption at all, so he raised the food wish and used the power of the food wish to support her."

"You knew everything so well twenty years ago?" Yang Muqing couldn't help but be surprised.

"If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can hear about it, are you also injured in the brain?" Bodhi Zi gave his stupid apprentice a blank look.

This trip can't be in vain, Bodhizi took out the soul bag with a honeyed smile on his face, and planned to collect the three wandering souls of Yu Li, Xu Zhengming, and Wang Meina, who were still wandering in the building.

Yang Muqing cleaned himself up and walked towards the idle office.

Murong Cao slept in the Demon Array, with long hair and a shawl, and a white skirt reaching to the ground, like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss.

It's just a slight frown, and it doesn't seem to be a sweet dream.

Yang Muqing couldn't bear to disturb her, picked it up gently, and resolutely stepped into the dark night ahead.

"Ah Cao, it's not dawn yet, you have to sleep well."