In front of the rotten face, Ning He wiped his face, his ruddy face turned pale in an instant, and when he patted his chest, blood spit out from the corner of his mouth in an instant, and he was still running around just now, and now he is half dead.

Ning He, who was holding the dying with a bad face, didn't feel right, and was anxious, "What are you going to do?"

Then Ning He grabbed the hand with the rotten face as if he was about to die, "I... I can't do it anymore..."

The rotten face instantly understood why Ning wanted to play him, and directly burst into foul language, "Who are you fooling!"

"I don't have to worry about my disciples, please ask Shaoxia to help... Help take care of it..."Ning He is about to run out of oil and run out.

"Don't you know my name?"

A smile of relief leaked from Ning He's pale face, as if the last wish of the dying person had been fulfilled.

Rotten face was anxious, "What do you mean? I didn't promise you anything."

He is out of breath... The broken pleasure, the broken chic, is obviously lazy nonsense.

Ning He's hand hung weakly on the ground, snapping... In an instant, the rotten face found that there was a kneeling around him, all of them were from the Wind Valley, but fortunately the dark red and the water were not there, otherwise the two of them would have hacked themselves to death when they came up.

The rotten face wondered why he didn't see the people around him just now? Look at the smile on Ning He's miserable face, the smile that originally fulfilled his wish became more and more treacherous the more he looked at it at the moment.

He lowered his head and whispered into Ning He's ear, "What the fuck do you want to do?"

"I want to be a bad guy..."Ning He's voice appeared very softly in the ears of the rotten face

"Why are you dragging me into the water!" the rotten face almost yelled.

"You made my apprentice's belly bigger, the children are four years old, it's time to be responsible..."Ning He was very proud, and his bad face was proud.

"Fuck, you're a scoundrel...", the rotten face was about to cry.

Ning He's voice was still so soft that only the rotten face could hear it, "I'm a villain, who am I afraid of!"

Rotten face, gritting his teeth, his angry face twitched, "Aren't you a gentle Ning He?"

Ning He said, "So Ning He died!"

Rotten Face said fiercely, "I'll cremate you." ”

Ning He said indifferently, "Don't worry, it's not me who burned to ashes..."

Thinking about Ning He's cultivation, it is really possible to do this, and his bad face instantly became even more angry.

"I'm going to be hacked to death"

Rest assured, everything here is illusion and will not really die

"I want to hack you to death..."

"I'm dead..."

Looking at Ning He's rotten face pretending to be dead at the moment, he suddenly wanted to cry...

"Who the hell is the fuck out of here!" the rotten face was angry

"Of course it's you, I'm just an amateur. Ning He's voice was still only heard by Bad Face, but Bad Face heard what shamelessness was.

A few more words Ning He ignored the bad face, the bad face was going crazy, and then he turned around and saw those Wind Valley disciples who were kneeling on the ground and crying silently, the bad face was a headache, and he thought about thirty-six plans in his heart.

"Everyone, your master is just pretending to be dead, and what he just said is a joke, so I'll leave first. ”

Rotten Face said on his lips, and said on the other side that a group of Wind Valley disciples who were a little stupid for his words, and Rotten Face took a step directly to run.

"Wait", a figure appeared in front of the rotten face, red.

The rotten face didn't hear it, and left directly.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared, grabbed the rotten face, and threw it out, falling right in front of the dark red.

Looking at the red and unhappy face, the rotten face suddenly felt that he was more than lucky.

"Senior sister, I haven't seen you for many years, but I'm fine. ”

"What, you want to run?"

"I didn't have anything to do, so I was going to leave. Rotten Face quibbled.

Mo Hong ignored the rotten face, she looked at the black shadow just now, Song Zhang.

At this moment, Song Zhang's eyebrows were furrowed, and he carefully inspected Ning He's corpse, Song Zhang didn't understand, Ning He died, how could Ning He die, he didn't believe it, so he lifted Ning He's clothes, and the whole person stayed there in an instant, half of Ning He's body became black, obviously planted with poison, and then the black body became transparent, and then shattered and flowed out of foul odor and pus and blood, and then the plants in the place where they passed died, and the three nearest trees around them withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the leaves instantly turned yellow, and the wind blew and fell.

Ning He's body was turned into, and there was nothing left.

Mo Hong gritted her teeth and looked at everything, and said ruthlessly to the rotten face, "But my master is dead." ”