Genius remembered for a second, "Love ♂ ÷ small? Say →', provide you with wonderful novels to read. "Nonsense, of course I want to live."

Although Wumeng is ready to die, she still knows how much she wants to live.

"Then let go. You stick to me like this, how can I use my strength. Han Che was a little annoyed by her, and the green tendons on his forehead were exposed.

Damn woman, isn't she the number one killer in the world.

How to face the crisis is not thinking about how to save yourself, but thinking about pulling him to die together.

It's really unproductive.

Wu Menghu looked at him suspiciously, then looked up at Feng Diao who was standing on the shore, and let go of the hand that hooked Han Che's neck and grasped the scabbard handed by Feng Tiao.

Feng Tiao felt that the sword head was slightly heavy, and he pulled it up, making it hard to eat, but he only felt that he was low and heavy, and he couldn't pull out the person at all.

The mud fell into the whirlpool, and it was very sticky, constantly pulling Wu Meng and Han Che down. Body.

If they continue to grind, I'm afraid that they will have to be dragged down.

Wumeng asked irritably: "Han Bull, you can even rise from the ground and split the sea, you can't deal with this bit of mud!" What kind of martial arts are you? ”

Han Che was yelled at by her and his face was gloomy: "Shut up." ”

One hand was still gripping Wumeng's shoulder, and the other was pushing himself up.

He has the strength to overwhelm the mountains and seas, and he must be able to make it out, and now his whole body is drowning in the mud, and the mud seems to have a force that makes it impossible for the internal force in his body to come out.

He concentrates the internal force in the palm of his hand, but how can he use it. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

Either you have to throw away Wumeng, or you have to let go of the scabbard.

One is that Wumeng may immediately fall into the mud, and the other is that the two may be buried together.

Han Che was entangled, Wu Meng said that she wanted to live, so he didn't want to let her die like this.

After all, she was the first woman in the world to make him sensual, and he was already addicted.

"Little boy, you can't hesitate, if you hesitate any longer, two people will die." The white lord guards were so anxious that beads of sweat the size of beans flowed from their foreheads.

He was already tired from clutching the scabbard on the shore, and he was even more worried about Han Che's accident.

For twenty years, everyone has lived around the little boy, if something happens to him, what should they do, what should they do, what should the illusion feud do.

Feng Tuo's face was already stiff, and the force that fell down made him have to use all his strength.

No wonder Aunt Yun warned them not to break into this swamp no matter what.

He regretted a little that Han Che shouldn't have used so much force just now, and he wouldn't have shaken him out of the woods and into the swamp.

He also knew very well that now Wumeng was supported by Han Che, if Han Che let go of Wumeng, then with his own strength, he was afraid that Wumeng would not last a few minutes.

"Little boy, you have to think about the hatred of the illusion, think about how the master and they died tragically, little boy, you have to consider your responsibility, let it go." The white-clothed guards were about to cry.

Wu Meng frowned, and secretly relaxed his legs hooked by Han Che's waist branch under the mud.

If she really died, King Yu's brother and sister-in-law would avenge her, and they would not let Han Che have a good time.

Thinking of Yin Qinghua, Wu Meng felt that it was better for Han Che to live first.

Han Che naturally felt her let go, and looked at her suspiciously.

Wumeng gritted his teeth: "Let go of me, just because you hold me, I can't go up, I'm much lighter than you, if you let go of me, the wind can pull me up, Han Bull, I don't have a deep hatred with you, why bother to pull me on my back when you die." ”

Han Che's face was as black as charcoal, and the strength of his grip on Wumeng's palm loosened.

Feng Tuo is really in a hurry this time, what is the princess talking nonsense!

It's not at this time to look for death.

"Princess, there is no way for your subordinates to pull you up, don't let go of Han Gongzi." The wind tone is anxious.

If something happens to Wu Meng, how will he explain to King Yu.

"What if you don't let go, it's still the same death, I let go of him and weigh a little lighter, maybe I still have a way to live." Wu Meng moved his shoulders, and his feet were under the mud and wanted to kick Han Che, but he found that he was so twisted by the mud that he couldn't move at all.

The body was slowly falling, and the black mud had reached the shoulder.

In the cold winter, staying in the mud is like putting an ice cellar, Wumeng's little face has been shaped like a withered tree, and her ears are frozen purple and red.

Han Che glanced at her calmly: "Don't move, wait and push up." ”

Wu Menghu looked at him suspiciously: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Keep you alive."

Han Che gathered his palms and buckled Wumeng's shoulder blades hard, and a powerful force washed away the mud around Wumeng, Han Che mentioned it, gritted his teeth, and threw Wumeng out of the swamp mouth along with the mud around him.

There was a bunch of muddy whirlpools missing, which were quickly filled by other mud, and this process made Han Che sink into a large section, burying most of his neck.

Wumeng fell on the branch of a small forest not far away, his head was still confused, but a tear fell out of the corner of his eye unconsciously.

She realizes that Han Che saved her, and he himself has fallen.

How so?

Han Che asked her words ringing in her ears: "Do you want to die or do you want to live?" ”

He asked nonchalantly, but she didn't think it was a promise.

Wumeng jumped off the branch, shook off the mud, and rushed towards the swamp.

"Han Bull, you must have smoked today!" Wumeng stood on the shore and scolded angrily, how could she sacrifice her life to save her if she didn't smoke.

She scolded and cried unproductively, she should be happy that Han Bull died.

It's not this way of dying, it's definitely not this way of dying.

"Han Bull, come up, our grievances haven't been settled yet!" Wumeng walked over and grabbed the scabbard of the white-clothed guard: "I don't believe that I can't pull it up." ”

The white-clothed guard was already dumbfounded, and he didn't understand why the little boy was willing to save others.

Han Che raised his eyes and glanced at her, his blue eyes were clear and transparent, and he still said calmly: "If you want to die or live, I will fulfill you." ”

Wumeng picked up a stone beside him and threw it at him: "Don't think that I will let you go in this way, if you become a ghost, I will also find a Taoist priest to clean you up!" Aren't you very powerful, how can you kill you with a pile of mud, and even the little ghosts will laugh at you to death when you go underground. ”

The white-clothed guard really cried: "Little boy, what should I do with the little one." ”

"What are you crying about, he can't die yet, the scourge will be left for a thousand years, and it will definitely be left for a thousand years." Wumeng calmed down and looked at the wind: "Quickly think of a way, how to get people out." ”

Feng Tiao had already handed another scabbard to Han Che, although there were two people on the shore to pull it, but the mud was like a thousand gold, and it couldn't pull out anyone at all.

Only a pervert like Han Che can throw people out with mud and people.

But even this pull, Han Che also used ten percent of his internal force, and now if he wants to save himself, it is impossible at all.

Han Che's consciousness gradually became a little confused, in the swamp, there was a lack of oxygen, and he froze into a dog, which was not supported by people, not to mention that he had used his internal force so violently just now.

Wu Meng wiped away her tears and went to the side to pick up her fire whip: "In order to save people, you two may have to be whipped, but there is no way." ”

"What do you want to do?" Feng asked. Reading, a better reading experience.