The dumb aunt is just a maid beside the Weaver Woman, and on weekdays, the Weaver Woman is angry with her, reprimanding her ruthlessly, not very loving, just a useless servant, and it is just a cow to be a horse. But if anyone except herself wanted to move a single hair on her dumb aunt's body, the weaver woman would never do her wish.

Weaver Po said in her heart: "This big enemy pressed forward, this time the enemy is clear and I am secret, obviously watching on the side for a long time. This 'weaving forest' is clearly my territory, and it is really not easy to get in, and now someone dares to climb on my head. Since he is here to spread wild, if he is not a former enemy, it is very likely that he is a henchman of this shirtless young man. ”

Thinking of this, the weaver woman hurried back, this barefoot without shoes, but unexpectedly the figure was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye she had been deceived to the dumb aunt's side.

She moved lightly, waved her hand, shook her arms, and her sleeves were puffed up, and a thick layer of silver and gold threads formed when she boarded in front of the dumb aunt. The dumb aunt's face was bloodless, her face was frightened, and she made a "woo-woo" sound from her mouth, and she took several steps back, obviously frightened by the sneak attack just now.

At the moment, the gold and silver threads are shining brightly, like a net of enchantment. Click, click. Countless small objects were blocked and landed at the feet of the two of them, and the weaver woman looked at it intently, and the ground was full of some rough blue-gray pebbles.

Suddenly, the attack stopped, and a maple tree dozens of meters away fell to the ground with a bang, slammed into the ground, and slammed to the ground in anger, but did not make any sound. There was a hole in a radius of tens of feet under the edge of the tree, and the hole was smooth, not like it was cut by a real sword, but as if it had been cut off by pure energy.

Seeing that the tree in her forest fell to the ground, the weaver woman felt a pang in her heart, frowned, and said loudly: "Where did the demon come from, dare to come here to play this little trick, if you don't show up early, I'm not afraid that I will weave you into a little ghost later." ”

The shadows of the trees in the forest trembled, and the ghost was full of spirits, obviously it was her own forest, and the weaver woman couldn't help frowning and being vigilant.

After a while, there was a burst of laughter, and a loud voice said: "Ghost hand thread, Langya needle, thousands of miles of embroidery, you are really living younger and younger." Although the dumb aunt said that she could not 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.

Even the weaver woman felt this uncomfortable taste this time, and secretly thought in her heart: "This person's breath is so deep that it is not trivial, so it is not strange that he can blend into this weaving forest without knowing it." ”

At that moment, the weaver woman glanced at her poor maid. The dumb aunt understood, turned back a few steps, glanced at Jacob lying on the ground, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a black shadow surged out of the forest, very short in stature, but extremely fast. The figure of the man was undecided, but there was an extra thing in his hand, and with a shake of his wrist, a silver light flashed from his fingertips.

The silver light is naturally a hurtful thing that someone came to attack, but this time it is no longer a rough bluestone, but it is a real hidden weapon, and the weaver woman's sharp eyes can see at a glance that it is a thorn cone, whirring, and it is actually chasing the woman in pink who is lying on the ground. This woman in pink had nothing to do with her in the first place, and she only met once, so she couldn't talk about friendship, and she couldn't talk about any resentment. It's just that I was surprised that this little girl was still young, but she was brave and eloquent, and she was quite outstanding, which made her eyes shine. But that's all, if this little girl dies at this moment, she will be dead, and she will never have any pity.

However, this piece of weaving forest shrinks into inches, the sky is empty, the weaver woman has painstakingly built, this is her territory, this time there is an outsider, and she does not say hello, and hurts people from her own territory, which is not in line with the rules, and has the meaning of anti-customer.

As the master, I naturally have a horizontal heart, who cares who you hurt 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, the life and death of this little girl is not tight, and all she cares about is her face.

At that time, the thorn cone had already shot out, the speed was not slow, and it flew towards the back of the heart of the girl in pink. 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, surprised and angry in her heart, knowing that the person'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. When he raised his eyes, he saw that there was another thing in the man's hand, and his fingers were obviously condensed, and before the weaver could react, his 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 actually straight in the direction of the dumb aunt. Weaver Po said in her heart: "This son of a bitch, cunning and insidious, is actually waiting for me here, it is fake to sneak attack this girl in pink just now, and it is true that you want to hurt this dumb girl......"

It's just that the weaver woman has just been pregnant, just for these pink-clothed girls to block a blow to the thorn cone, this time her figure is fixed, and before she has time to retract her strength, her feet are not stable, but the second thorn cone has already come out, and then she turns back to block this hidden weapon, I am afraid that it is 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 only thought about it, but she had no choice but to watch the dumb aunt get hurt.

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

At that time, the dumb aunt also saw the extremely fast thorn cone, and only chased after her pretty face. Fortunately, although she was inferior, she was not a Muggle, and quickly lowered her body, intending to dodge 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 stabbing sound, it actually pierces into the leg

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

Seeing that the maid was injured, how could the weaver woman look at it, so she looked at the figure and scolded angrily: "Bastard, who 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 are full of 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, in the cabinet on the left side of the house, there is a small box with colorful scales, and there is Yunsu Heart-saving Pill, which can cure all kinds of poisons in the world!" 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.