Chapter 67: Brother Xiaojiu, Isn't It Painful?
"Hmm!"
Who knew that this spirit even had its nails as a weapon, and the skin of Xiao Jiu's hands and arms was open, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
Su Qingtian held up Xiao Jiu's arm, looked at the bleeding wound, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
The repulsed bride sneered, got up and rushed over again.
She knows that if she wants to escape tonight, she must grab the little baby in front of her as a bargaining chip!
Xiao Jiu saw the dark red striking again, stretched out his arms and hugged the little master in his arms, and quickly turned his back to the bride.
Su Qingtian, who was in the young man's arms, noticed the other party's trembling with fear.
Even though he knew that he was going to die, the boy kept his promise and protected himself tightly.
A pair of small hands passed under Xiao Jiu's armpits and hugged his waist back.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and the moment he looked down at the little master, his body was dragged by a powerful force.
In front of him, he and Su Qingtian's positions were instantly reversed.
Before she could react, she saw the little girl raise her little short leg and kick it out.
This seemingly useless side kick actually kicked the rushing bride to the ground.
After making a long cut on the ground, he slammed it on the door of the new house.
This powerful counterattack, Liu Zifeng was stunned for a moment.
Before he could come back to his senses, a terrible scream sounded in his ears.
"Weird...... Monster! ”
"Miss Cheng is actually a monster!"
The man in white trembled and pointed to the bride who had fallen from Xipa.
The other party's face was ulcerated, the face covered by no skin was covered with blue and purple texture, and a gray and white cat's eye looked at everyone coldly on his hideous and terrifying face.
"Hugh is talking nonsense!"
Liu Zifeng scolded the man in white for shouting.
Although he knew that Miss Cheng was dead, for the sake of his name and the family reputation of the two squires, he could not say that the spirit was the bride herself.
"This is the monster! It turned into the appearance of Miss Cheng's family! ”
Being reprimanded like this, the man in white was so frightened that he didn't dare to look up again, and nested in fear in the corner behind Liu Zifeng.
The spirit's gray-white cat's eyes were so terrifying that he could see that his three souls were gone.
The monster at the door rose from the ground, and the whole person lay on the ground on all fours like a jackal, coldly scanning the few people in the room.
The purring sound in the throat that was neither human nor beastly reverberated in this dark green room, and it was particularly infiltrating.
The spirit monster who knew Su Qingtian's power didn't dare to beat her again, and there was a white fox masked man in front of him blocking the way.
For a while, she had to wander back and forth anxiously, looking for a breakthrough.
"Brother Xiaojiu, doesn't it hurt?"
Su Qingtian, who kicked away the spirit, immediately picked up Xiao Jiu's arm and carefully examined the staggered wounds on it.
She pursed her mouth and gently snorted to the other.
"It's okay to be subordinate."
With a sweet smell blowing on the wound, the roots of the young man's ears turned red again, but fortunately the room was gloomy and no one saw his shy appearance.
As far as I can remember, no one has ever cared so much about himself, and it is common for him to be cold and hungry on weekdays, even if he is injured on the way to work, the people around him seem to have not seen him.
The little master's soft little hand kept checking the wound back and forth on his arm, and this kind of care made Xiao Jiu not very comfortable, and he wanted to withdraw his arm a little awkwardly.
Who knew that Su Qingtian's strength was extremely strong, but Xiao Jiu found that he couldn't move even if he tried some strength.
"Don't move."
Sensing Xiao Jiu's resistance, Su Qingtian raised his face and said, "This wound is poisonous and not easy to heal." ”
The toxicity began to spread as he spoke, and Xiao Jiu suddenly noticed that the entire forearm began to hurt, and the pain also spread to the upper arm with the blood.
The flesh near the wound gradually turned black, and the blood vessels burst out like spider webs crawling densely all over the arm.
Looking at Xiao Jiuqiang's appearance of breaking out in a cold sweat without crying out in pain, a trace of coldness flashed in Su Qingtian's eyes.
This poison is really ruthless!
Raising her gaze, her gaze locked on the man in the white fox mask.
"You, cut it!"
The man was slightly stunned and looked down at the little girl who dared to order him.
Before the corners of his mouth could chuckle, the soul in his body was instantly suppressed by a powerful spiritual pressure.
After a series of images flashed through his mind, the man realized that his mind was being controlled in all aspects.
As long as he had the slightest thought of resisting, that power would tear apart his soul, and the soul would be damaged, extremely difficult to heal, and make him feel painful.
The intense fear emanating from the depths of his soul made him consciously subconsciously obey the will of the person who gave the order.
The expressionless man in the white fox mask turned to face Su Qingtian.
I saw him raise his hands in front of his chest and make a standard salute to the little girl.
Then the thin cicada-like wings in his hand danced again, stabbing at the spirit.
The silver blade reflected a cold light in the green light, reflecting on the man's white fox mask, and also reflecting his fierce posture.
Seeing this, the spirit monster went directly in the direction of Liu Zifeng.
Su Qingtian and Xiao Jiu didn't dare to provoke, and now they had to catch a live person as a bargaining chip.
The white fox masked man had already sensed the idea of the spirit, and his flying body instantly turned in a direction to block the way of the spirit.
"Ding!"
The blade stabbed into the elf's claws, and the room was filled with the sound of collision.
Knowing that he would lose his life if he continued to fight, the spirit took advantage of his strength to widen the distance between himself and the man, and with a wave of his hand, he retracted his ghost domain and prepared to escape.
The surroundings suddenly returned to a state full of red candles, and Liu Zifeng saw that the spirit who killed Miss Cheng was about to escape, and he couldn't help but rush forward.
"Bang!"
Who knew that there was a layer of enchantment outside this ghost domain, and the spirit was knocked back into the house, as if it was firmly trapped in this new house.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the spirit let out a terrible roar.
"Tsk!"
The body in the wedding dress suddenly swelled, and the spirit ripped off the clothes on his body as if he was crazy, and his sharp nails were thick and long, and he jumped up and went towards the masked man, ready to fight for his life.
If it can't escape, it will blow itself up and bury a room full of people!
Seeing this, the man in the white fox mask immediately slashed his fingertips with the blade of his sword, and when the blood was stained with the blade, a golden light exploded.
The dazzling light made Liu Zifeng and the others subconsciously cover their eyes.
Looking up again, several people had returned to the previous room, and there were no spirits.
"Damn, it escaped!"
Looking at the blue-purple liquid remaining on the long sword in his hand, the man in the white fox mask frowned slightly.
Looking at the moonlight pouring in from the wide open door, the man in white ran towards the door like crazy, and his mouth let out an unstoppable scream.
Liu Zifeng just wanted to chase out, but suddenly there was a muffled sound behind him.
This came from under the happy bed, he squatted down and lifted the bed curtain to look down, the corpse of Miss Cheng Jia, who had been killed and skinned by the spirit, was lying quietly on the ground.
Although he didn't cut down the spirit, the man in the white fox mask could be regarded as having completed Su Qingtian's instructions.
The oppression in the soul of the god also dissipated.