At the same time that Duan Shuyu was scolding his mother in his heart, the ghost mastiff had already opened his mouth wide and suddenly pounced forward to bite Duan Shuyu. Duan Shuyu was dumbfounded, and could only let the shadow of the ghost mastiff in his pupils grow larger.

Suddenly, the mastiff stopped and fell towards the stone next to it.

Shi Yiguang stood next to Duan Shuyu, withdrew the hand that blasted the hammer on the head of the ghost mastiff, and pulled out the broken sword that was thrown out from a distance and inserted into the neck of the ghost mastiff.

Turned his head to look at Duan Shuyu, who was scared stupidly on the side.

"Are you alright?" Her voice was full of magnetic hoarseness, obviously a cool tone, but it instantly poured into the warm current of Duan Shuyu's heart.

"Bingwen..."Duan Shuyu choked and sat on the ground, looking up at Shi Yiguang and whimpering. There was a lot of emotion in his eyes. It's like a helpless orphan seeing his own mother who protects him.

Shi Yiguang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Duan Shuyu was fine. Not bothering to care about his fear and dependence, he only turned sideways, leaned against the wall, and slowly fell to sit on the ghost mastiff that was shot in the head by a hammer under him. Wheezing.

"What a broken sword!" Duan Shuyu threw the Mo Ye in his hand to the cave wall: "Bingwen, I'll make you a better sword when I go back, I'll fuck you!" almost killed Lao Tzu's dog. Turned around and melted Lao Tzu's urinal......"

Duan Shuyu's voice chattered endlessly.

Shi Yiguang only quietly looked at the last pair of red eyes in the darkness. The pair was taller than all the generals, and if they were in the light, they would probably be taller than her. Shi Yiguang thought.

"Go back and tell your master, no matter who he is, it's best not to let me meet him." The bloodthirstiness and murderous aura in Shi Yiguang's eyes had dissipated, and he looked indifferently at the motionless eyes standing quietly in the darkness in the distance. It's the same indifference as usual. He said softly with an expressionless face: "Otherwise, I will break his hands and feet and skin them and feed them to the dogs." ”

Shi Yiguang's voice was not loud, and his words were very bland. It's like saying something very ordinary, something that is easy to do, and something that can really be done.

Duan Shuyu was confused when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang: "Who are you talking to?" ”

Shi Yiguang looked at the ghost mastiff that turned around and walked towards the darkness in the distance, and there was no response.

Duan Shuyu looked at Shi Yiguang's indifferent and depressed face, and also turned his head to look in the direction she was looking. There was nothing but darkness.

Shi Yiguang sat paralyzed on the ghost mastiff, and the blood stains on his body made it impossible to see his original appearance.

After the tearing war, the cave was very quiet. The sky outside the cave grew darker. Shi Yiguang raised her head, looking at the dark sky above, the rustling branches of the lush trees in the mountains and forests, she looked at the shaking branches, and slowly closed her eyes. His own wheezing was very clear in his ears.

At this moment, she was extremely tired.

From the fingers, to the toes. There is not a single place in the body that is not close to falling apart.

She couldn't exert her strength, and slowly fell down the stone wall behind her. Duan Shuyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, and Shi Yiguang's body bumped into his arms.

"Bingwen?!" Duan Shuyu looked at Shi Yiguang who had fallen and called out in shock.

If Bingwen dies here, he will definitely not be able to get out. "Bingwen! Bingwen! Bingwen! Bingwen Bingwen ......"

He can't die here!

Shi Yiguang opened his eyelids weakly, looked at Duan Shuyu, endured the pain that his whole body was about to be shaken apart, and gasped and said intermittently: "Fuck you... Don't shake me anymore. ”

"What?" Duan Shuyu looked at Shi Yiguang, who suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly leaned down and put his ear to her mouth, and said with anxious concern: "What are you going to say?" ”

"I said......" Shi Yiguang took a weak breath and closed his eyes: "Use the broken sword to cut some flesh and a few skins, and walk towards the light." ”

Duan Shuyu listened to Shi Yiguang's words, and glanced towards the cave. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. There's some light there.

"Okay, you wait here." Duan Shuyu said, helped Shi Yiguang who fell in his arms, leaned on the ghost mastiff on the side, got up to pull up the broken sword stuck in its neck, walked to a stall of ghost mastiff corpses, picked up the broken sword and peeled it off.

Shi Yiguang looked at the ghost mastiff, looked at Duan Shuyu who was bending over and scratching the corpse of the ghost mastiff in front of him, and gasped softly. Her body has reached its limit now, and she can't even move when she is so soft.

The smell of blood on her body filled the tip of her nose, and the sticky blood on her face was semi-congealed, sticking to her face and wet. When the wind came from the bottom of the cave, it blew cold on the face.

The pain in his heart came, and Shi Yiguang frowned slightly. Even if she killed all the ghost mastiffs, she didn't dare to sleep, after all, she had reached her limit. Shi Yiguang understands very well that once he sleeps, it means death. Shi Yiguang held his eyelids vigorously, resisting the exhaustion and overwhelming sleepiness that swept in.

Shi Yiguang's eyes lit up, right. There is also the Jade Bamboo Festival of Tianwu.

The jade bamboo knot on his neck fell out, Shi Yiguang stretched out his trembling right hand, slowly raised it, moved it to his chest little by little, grabbed the jade bamboo knot, and exhaled.

Slowly closed his eyes.

Fortunately, there is still Tianwu by her side.

Since when did she stop relying on Tianwu for everything? Shi Yiguang's fingers gently rubbed the jade bamboo knot on his chest, feeling the near-numb touch on his fingertips.

Meet Anyang to start?

"Anyang-kun."

Shi Yiguang collapsed on the ground, leaning on the fur of the ghost mastiff, looking up at the already dark sky where only the black outline of the branches could be faintly seen. Gently open the lips, without making a sound, similar to lip language.

Suddenly remembering something, Shi Yiguang's neck moved, and in the darkness at the bottom of the cave, her eyes fell on a place under the cave wall. Then he struggled to prop himself up and crawled over slowly.

She crawled along the cave wall to that place and picked up the Mo Evil Sword that had been thrown away by Duan Shuyu. Stretching out a hand that was shaking constantly, he pulled it away a little. She brushed the blade of her sword with her bloodstained palm, touching the texture on it.

Suddenly, a white light flashed from the blade of Mo Evil's sword. Shi Yiguang looked at the dragon flying down from the sword body in amazement, and his mouth slowly flew to his side. In the white light, she transformed into a woman who was nothing.

The woman stood beside her, her face beautiful. Looking at her, it seemed that she was a little rusty for the first time, so she only squatted down slowly, her eyes swept around Shi Yiguang's body, and finally looked at Shi Yiguang's eyes: "Did your blood release me?" ”

Shi Yiguang looked at the woman squatting in front of him in amazement, and wanted to speak, but the dry and stinging throat and the feeling of powerlessness that hit her made her unable to speak. So he nodded to the woman.

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