After He Ye swallowed the Blood Sacrifice Infant Spirit, his stomach continued to swell outward, and it didn't take long for cracks to appear one after another along the lines on his belly.

The rift was as if it had been cut by a knife, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the rift, as worthless as water flowing out of a crack in a rock.

"He Ye!" I screamed in horror.

"Leave me alone, I'm fine!" He Ye gritted his teeth and insisted, "Anyway, old man, I'm a person who is about to die, I'm afraid that this little thing won't work!" ”

"Heaven and earth are like fire, gossip is like shape, sealed!" He Ye shouted these nine words in pain, and the cracked belly finally stopped flowing after he finished reading.

I sat motionless on the ground, and to be honest, I really wanted to move, but I couldn't move at all, and I had never encountered such a situation before.

The dead old woman had not been in charge of the situation on the field, and kept dancing and dancing, and finally did not know what she was babbling and singing, anyway, the voice was very ugly, and she seemed to have great confidence in the blood sacrifice infant spirit, and she never even opened her eyes.

The more I looked at it, the more anxious I became, obviously the dead old woman, the old witch, the old immortal couldn't be crazy, she must be performing some kind of Taoism, or holding some ritual.

I have been in the business of Mr. Yin and Yang for a long time, and the worldview in my heart has long been subverted, and now even if there is a flying person in front of me, I will only be surprised at most, and I will not pay too much attention to it, and the old woman at this time, whether it is her movements or expressions, it is like doing some kind of ritual.

Although I haven't seen a similar ceremony, I do get more and more anxious in my heart, and when I see those masters on TV who want to use their ultimate, they usually think about it for a long time like that dead old woman.

Most of the TV is, because at that brewing time, the enemy can kick the caster away, but when it comes to me, it's a realistic version, and as it is, we can't care about the dead old woman, let alone kick her.

I gritted my teeth, turned my head to look at the battle next to me, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in my heart, Li Wei's formation had been activated, and I couldn't see anyone over there.

All I could see was the corpses on the ground that had already disintegrated and flew up, Li Wei used these corpses to set up a big array, and vaguely I saw that the head of the dead person was biting the snake body, and it seemed that the white snake was now at a disadvantage.

The little swallow on the city king's side didn't get a good fruit to eat at the moment, and the city king's two faces were combined into one at the moment, but the face was divided into two halves, half of which was stunningly beautiful, and half of which was terrifyingly ugly.

In this state, the king of the city has been pressing the little swallow to fight again, and the little swallow is losing and retreating, and it seems that he can't hold on for long.

The battle situation on Liu Ge's side of the Rotation King was a little more tragic, she had already been hit by the ghost baby with several wounds on her body at the moment, and the purple cloth shirt on her arm burst open several times, and the white skin inside was also dyed red.

Obviously, the Reincarnation King was also red-eyed, and several mouthfuls of blood sprayed on the black scythe in a row, and a string of red runes flashed out on the black scythe, and the ghost baby subconsciously shivered and fell back violently.

The Wheel King took advantage of the victory to pursue, and swung a sickle towards the ghost door on the ghost baby's head, although it was a little far away from the ghost gate, but he poked the ghost baby's head into a huge hole, and white insects came out of the hole one after another.

Finally, I swept to the old cleaner, I don't know why, he had been at the door, with a look of enjoyment on his face, and after two sips, he glanced at the situation on the battlefield, just like us in those years with popcorn in our hands and watching movies in the cinema.

"You little bastard, dare to compete with your grandfather He Zitian!" He Ye suddenly roared, "Believe it or not, it will make your chrysanthemum unsafe every minute." ”

I heard it with black lines all over my face, at this time, He Ye still had that temper, and the words he said made people want to laugh, but in this case, I really couldn't laugh.

I don't have to cry, I think I'm pretty good.

Didn't pee my pants, I think I'm awesome.

After He Ye yelled, he took out a mineral water bottle from his pocket, and poured it into his stomach with a gurgling grunt, and I was instantly dumbfounded when I saw the mineral water bottle.

He Ye drank the child's urine that I left for him at the beginning!

"He Ye!" I called him in a sour tone.

But as if he hadn't heard, he continued to gurgle and pour urine into his mouth, as if he had become accustomed to it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

I found that after He Ye drank a bottle, his stomach crack was actually closing, at first I thought He Ye had a repair function, but later I realized that I thought of Mr. Yin Yang too awesomely.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Yin and Yang is a human being after all, if he is sick and cut down, he still has to go to the hospital to solve it, and the folk rumors of Mr. Yin and Yang who can cure diseases are also adapted from traditional Chinese medicine, but in this era, there is no Mr. Yin and Yang who can cure diseases, anyway, I don't know.

He Ye's wound was closing, because the blood sacrifice infant spirit in his stomach was not supported, and the strength of the support slowly decreased, because He Ye's stomach was rising like a balloon just now, so the crack was opened.

When the strength in the stomach decreases and the stomach begins to slowly dying, the wound naturally closes.

But that's only the superficial closing, the original wound still exists, and the cracked place is still open, just like a person clenching his fist and his hand is closed, but there is still a gap between the fingers, as long as the hand is opened, the fingers will be separated.

He Ye's stomach is the same, as long as the little thing inside is propped out, He Ye's original wound will open again.

He Ye drank the urine in the bottle, although my heart was sour, but the thing in He Ye's stomach was obviously not tossed, and there was a posture of being defeated, and my hanging heart slowly began to fall.

"I can't imagine that I have to stuff my teeth between my teeth." He Ye's face was full of unhappiness, and he stretched his index finger and thumb into his mouth and pulled it outward.

In my magical gaze, he actually ripped out my robe bit by bit, as if he was playing magic.

But I know in my heart that He Ye looks very relaxed, but in fact it is very uncomfortable, not to mention the scars on his stomach, just the feeling of withdrawing the Taoist robe from his stomach is enough for ordinary people to drink a pot.

When I think about it, I feel uncomfortable.

He Ye will always be like that, never write pain on his face, although strictly speaking this is only the third time I have met He Ye, the first time on the street, the second time in the community, and the third time in a dangerous place.

But no matter when and where, even in letters and text messages, He Ye is always smiling, just from this, I can deduce that He Ye suffered much more when he was young than me.

Just when my hanging heart was slowly letting go, suddenly He Ye's stomach began to rise again, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat again.