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"Don't you want to play tricks on me, just rely on you two little hairy boys? Battle is the big boss of the East Mengma Gang, how can he be in cahoots with tomb robbers like you?"

Wushuang grinned and was embarrassed to say, you are really wrong, not only the grassland cheetah is in cahoots with me, but even your warrior Yunqiang on the grassland is obedient to me.

"Okay, so how do you want to kill me?"

"Kill you? No, I won't kill you with my own hands! You are a demon, we are all children of the Immortal Heaven, and our hands will not be stained with the blood of demons. Tomorrow is my aunt's celestial burial, and I will sacrifice you two heinous tomb robbers to the Immortal Heaven!"

Qing Getai instructed his subordinates to take a good look at these two Han people, the Han people are cunning, no matter what they say, don't believe it.

As soon as he was gone, four guards stood and patrolled back and forth in the doorway, and it seemed that they were all afraid of Chingeltai.

"Damn, it's so unlucky, kind to help them, but in the end they were bitten back, is this old man a snake?

He was hung by rope and hung up to a height of two meters, with his head on the tip of the yurt. Ma Ya whined under him, and didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I'm thirsty, I want to drink water!" Wushuang shouted loudly, but the people outside the house didn't pay attention to him at all.

"Lao Tzu wants to pee, let me down!" still no one paid attention to him. He shouted so loudly that his voice was hoarse, but the people outside were as if they hadn't heard, in fact, he didn't call out to the four of them to listen, but deliberately let Wu Enqi hear. It can be seen from Wuenqi's eyes that he is a kind person, he will not take revenge, he is deceived by Qing Getai.

But it turns out that Wushuang is wrong, and Unqi is indeed a good person, but he is a Mongol, and he hates tomb robbers.

"Your uncle, being a vegetarian is not it? Can you tie me up with this broken rope? Don't you see who Lao Tzu is?" Wushuang tried a few words, but he didn't see the four guards outside the yurt come in to check, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He had seen the burial of the heavens, and threw people on the altar, allowing the birds of heaven to peck at the flesh and blood of the body, until at last there was not even a bone left. It is estimated that if he doesn't want to escape, he and Ma Ya will become a piece of dung for the birds on the grassland at this time.

He tried to move his two feet, and although his ankles were tied, there was a gap of only three centimeters between them. Well, almost, it should be enough.

Wushuang gritted his teeth and slammed his waist into force, and actually folded his two legs, almost parallel to his upper body at one hundred and eighty degrees. This kung fu is amazing, which shows the flexibility of his body bones. That is, he, if anyone else is estimated to break the bones, he will not be able to achieve this effect.

In order to train his grandson, Dong Ye has been teaching him all the tricks in the door since he was two years old, which naturally includes some introductory juggling in Hongjuanmen.

Nowadays, we often watch acrobatics or circus performances, and the actors are very flexible, and some of them can break their arms and legs to the other side, which is inseparable from the day and night practice when they were children. It is said that this kung fu is practiced to the end of the bone shrinking skill, but Wushuang must not be able to endure that hardship, and it is already great to have the ability to have it now.

You know, he is more than twenty years old, and it is very rare for a stout old man to still have such soft bones.

He first lifted his feet up, and by that inertia, he lifted up the dagger that had been hidden in the barrel of his boots, and just when the dagger was about to fall from the top, he suddenly exerted force on his waist, and the whole person was folded in half, and his toes accurately clamped the dagger upside down. Then he found his position, and little by little he began to sharpen the rope that bound his hands with the outer edge of the dagger.

The dagger was so sharp that it didn't take long for the rope to be sharpened. We're kind of storytellers here, and I might be easy to say this, but you don't think it's too difficult to listen to it as a story. But just imagine, not to mention how good the flexibility of Wushuang's body is, he has a wound on his back! To do this action, the real body must be folded in half, so that the skin behind the back is also tightened, you know, the wound on his back is stitched, and all the threads have been broken open after a set of movements. How much it hurts, you say?

But he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain.

Below him, Ma Ya felt a warm mucus dripping from the top of his head. made her feel distressed, only hated that she couldn't suffer for him, only hated that she didn't have Lan Caidie's kung fu, and couldn't save him.

Wushuang endured the severe pain and did not say a word.

He fell from the sky, his body was difficult to maintain balance under severe pain, and he fell heavily to the ground, he was afraid that the sound would be too loud to arouse the suspicion of the guards outside, and he quickly unloaded the gravity on the spot after landing.

He lay on his back, the pain in his back almost making it difficult for him to get up again, and he felt like he had left a deep trail of blood on the blanket he had tumbled.

"Woo...... Woo woo...... "Ma Ya's tears welled up in her eyes, and she saw the man she loved the most lying motionless in front of her.

"Hiss......" Wushuang smashed his mouth and tried not to make a sound, and he finally got up strongly. "I'm fine, what's the point of this little injury?" Wushuang used his dagger to cut the rope that bound the horse, and pulled out a piece of cloth that had gagged him. Then he fell down again. The whole person felt as if it was about to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable!

It hurt so much that he could almost clearly hear the sound of the wound on his back tearing a little bit, and the whole person seemed to be split in half. His entire face was twisted together in pain, and he gritted his teeth and rolled on the bloody carpet.

"Don't move, don't move, please, brother, don't move, I'll give you medicine! The anxious Ma Ya cried while holding down Wushuang.

"I'm fine! I can hold on! Damn! Kill them! Kill them all! Leave no one behind!" Qing Getai looked down at the young man, he tied up Wushuang but forgot to search his body, and now Wushuang still has a gun in his waist. But Wushuang's back hurt so much that he could barely stand up. He had no choice but to take out his gun and hand it to Ma Ya, and let Ma Ya deal with the four guards.

"It's useless, we'll be surrounded as soon as the gun goes off, and we won't be able to escape! With your current situation, you can't ride a horse at all!" Ma Ya said.