Although the dumb aunt said that she couldn't speak, her ears were particularly sensitive, and this person could be seen to speak brightly, and the aftermath lingered in her ears for a long time, as if an internal force rushed in her ears, making people dizzy, she trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't stand.

Even the Weaver Po felt this uncomfortable taste this time, and secretly understood in her heart that the depth of the breath of the person who spoke was not trivial, so it was not so strange that he could blend into this weaving forest unconsciously.

At that moment, the weaver woman glanced at her poor maid. When the dumb aunt saw this, she immediately understood the urgency of the situation, turned back and took a few steps back, glanced at Jacob lying on the ground, and prepared to get up to leave.

At this moment, a black shadow surged out of the forest, like a black lightning, and I saw that the figure was very short, but the speed was extremely fast.

The figure of the man was undecided, but there was an extra thing in his hand, and he did not stop, only pressed his wrist and shook it, and a silver light immediately flashed from his fingertips.

The silver light is naturally a hurtful thing that someone came to attack, but this time the "hurting thing" is no longer as simple as a rough bluestone, but it is a genuine hidden weapon, and it is a bloody thing that seals the throat.

She could still distinguish the thin needles of the weaver woman, and when she looked at it from a distance, she could see at a glance that it was a dark black thorn cone.

The black thorn cone whirred, not towards the weaver woman, nor towards the dumb aunt, but after the woman in pink who was lying on the ground.

This woman in pink originally had nothing to do with the weaver woman, but they just met, and they didn't have any friendship or resentment.

It's just that the weaver woman was surprised that this little girl was still young, but she was courageous, articulate, and quite outstanding, but it made her eyes shine, and she liked it a little. But that's about it. Weaver Po is not a good man and a woman, if the unknown little girl in front of her is somewhere else, any part of the bitter cold island will die immediately, and the corpse will be in the wilderness, then it will be dead, and she will definitely not have half a pity.

However, this piece of weaving forest shrinks into inches, the sky is empty, it was originally the weaver woman she painstakingly built, it was originally her territory, this time there was an outsider, and he didn't say hello, he didn't make an explanation, and he came from his home to hurt people and kill people, which is not quite in line with the rules, and it has the meaning of anti-customer-oriented.

As the master, I am naturally reluctant, who cares who you are hurting this time. Taking a step back, even if it is a bird or beast, the Weaver Po is unwilling to let him kill in his own territory.

To put it bluntly, it is "My Weaver Po kills monks and Buddhas are all heavenly trips, and your destruction of flowers and trees is a great crime,"

This little girl's life and death are not tight, all she cares about is the matter of face.

At that time, the thorn cone had already shot out, and the speed was not slow, it was flying towards the back of the heart of the girl in pink, and the weaver woman was quick to move forward, and shook herself in front of the girl in pink, she had one in both hands, and stretched out her wide sleeves. It's just that I didn't expect that the speed of the thorn cone was flying slower and slower, and it was extremely sluggish in the air, and before the weaver could gain a firm foothold, it fell straight down in mid-air, snapped, and fell to the ground.

The weaver woman shrugged her eyebrows, and said "huh" in her mouth, angry and angry in her heart, and then she knew that the man's thorn cone was deliberately cast like this. She felt humiliated and lost a move, but she refused to lower her momentum by half a point.

Who would have expected that as soon as the Weaver Po raised her eyes, she saw that there was another thing in the man's hand, and her fingers were obviously condensed, and before the Weaver Po could react, her wrist was pressed hard, and a sharp light shot out again.

The light was obviously faster and more urgent than Fang Cai, and the direction was straight in the direction of the dumb aunt who was getting up from the room. The weaver woman said in her heart: "This despicable villain, if he is really cunning and insidious, he wants to be like this, it is fake that he wants to sneak attack this girl in pink, and it is true that he wants to hurt this dumb girl......"

It's just that the weaver woman has just been pregnant, just for these pink-clothed girls to fight to block the blow of the thorn cone, at this time her figure froze, before she had time to retract the current strength, and she had not yet stood firm under her feet, but unexpectedly, the second thorn cone had already come out, and she wanted to turn back to block this secret weapon, but she was afraid that it was too late.

Even though the silk thread of the weaver is extremely powerful, drawing bones and cutting flesh, without a shadow and invisible, but it can not be used here, first, even though this gold and silver thread can be attacked and defended, it is safe and steady, but the speed is not as fast as the hidden weapon; At the moment, the Weaver Woman could only think like this, but there was no way but to watch the dumb aunt get injured.

The weaver woman's throat tightened, and she shouted in a panic: "Get out of the way, dumb aunt!"

At that time, the dumb aunt had also seen the extremely fast thorn cone, which only chased her pretty face. Fortunately, although she was inferior, she was not a useless person, so she quickly lowered her body immediately, intending to hide from the hidden weapon. It's just that this thorn cone seems to have eyes, and it can still turn in the air, and with a slight twist, it pierces her leg with a stabbing sound.

Crack, snap, blood, and blood flowed down to his ankles.

Seeing that the maid was injured, how could the weaver woman stand it, so she looked at the figure and scolded angrily: "Bastard, what kind of person are you, trespassing on my 'weaving forest', hurting my maid, and waiting for me to tie your embroidery needle full of little finger thickness, so that you will be covered in holes and become a cactus." ”

After scolding, before the man could answer, the Weaver Po asked the dumb aunt from afar: "Dumb aunt, is there any big problem?"

The dumb aunt's face was pale and bloodless, and it seemed that she was really hurt, but she lowered her head and pursed her lips, and there were big tears in her eyes, she didn't dare to look directly at the weaver woman, but just shook her head.

Weaver Po's heart was already full of anger at this time, and she forcibly said: "Dumb aunt, I'm afraid that this traitor's secret weapon is poisonous, you go into the house quickly, in the cabinet on the left side of the house, there is a small box with colorful scales, and there is a Yunsu Heart Saving Pill, which can cure all kinds of poisons in the world!"

After that, the weaver woman opened her hand to weave threads again, and used gold and silver threads to wrap around the weaver woman for hundreds of turns, so that the man's secret weapon had nowhere to be found.

The dumb aunt snorted and got up to leave, but the wound was full of black blood, her brows were tightly twisted, and sweat fell from her forehead like soybeans. I don't know if there is pain in my heart and I can't say it, or if I endure the pain and force herself not to make a sound, or if the pain is deep in the bone marrow and has taught her to be speechless.