The man had tears in his eyes, and he looked at Wen Ning reluctantly, and he didn't feel the emotion in his heart, it turned out that there would really be strangers who would fight hard to save people.

He finally closed his eyes peacefully.

Wen Ning listened to the man's words, got up from the ground and fled.

A wisp of fresh air skimmed at her feet, changing from invisible to tangible.

Wen Ning never dreamed that she would tripped over the wind one day, and literally.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, Wen Ning hurriedly covered her face with her hands.

The head can be broken and the blood can be shed, and death must be beautiful.

Her body fell to the ground heavily, and the expected pain did not come, Wen Ning opened her left eye to find that the soil beneath her began to fluctuate and soften.

It's a bit weird to the touch, something isn't right, try again.

She changed her position, from facing the ground to lying on her side.

Wen Ning felt that this posture was not right enough, and she was about to adjust her posture when a strange scene happened.

The soft ground suddenly opened to both sides, and she kept lying on her side and fell vertically.

Warm lime: 0.0

The sense of crisis that was thrown into the country by Wen Ning, after going through nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, finally succeeded in finding Wen Ning's central nervous system.

"O((>ω<))O, oh my God!"

Wen Ning had a flash of inspiration and called out loudly: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor youth." ”

She folded her hands and prayed frantically, parachutes, parachutes.

Whether you can live or not depends on you!

[Ding Dong, skill card: three things, don't bully the poor number of uses: -1, left: 2/5]

The silver-gray particle light condensed sharply, and a figure-eight knife was pieced together in Wen Ning's hand.

[Skill card random object, the eight-character knife is detachable, the weapon has a certain damage effect on the monster, the follow-up effect is to be developed, and it can be used many times provided that it is not damaged. 】

The black line climbed up the warm lemon skull.

She lowered her eyes to the figure-eight knife in her hand, which resembled a propeller, and took a deep breath.

Crazy comfort yourself, this thing can also save itself, there is a kind of better than nothing.

Wen Ningfeng's eyes narrowed halfway, adjusting her posture in free fall in the air.

From 'one' to '|' to complete the qualitative leap.

Immediately, Wen Ning raised the eight-character knife above his head and shook his hand.

The eight-character knife rotated wildly, and the air flow around Wen Ning's body poured into the eight-character knife.

Her whole person has become a bamboo dragonfly, the difference is that she is a bamboo dragonfly is a bit useless.

After landing smoothly, Wen Ning stuck the knife behind her back at will, looking at everything underground.

Iron chains criss-cross, one after the other.

The dense runes on it reminded Wen Ning of the coffin wrapped in iron chains.

As she looked around, it was as if something had struck her on the top of her head.

The cold touch swept over, and Wen Ning looked up, red—an infinite red.

An unknown red liquid dripped down the chain and fell to the ground, converging into small puddles.

Wen Ning's gaze followed the chain, and she looked for the source of the liquid and stepped back.

The closer you get to the source, the more water marks remain on the chain.

Suddenly collided with someone in the back, Wen Ning was so frightened that she quickly took out the figure eight knife.

Swords.

Wen Ning saw the appearance of the enemy, and her frowning brows relaxed slightly.

"I ask, you answer."

"Okay."

The other person nodded.

"Who is Zhang San's father?"

"Zhang Batian."

"What guild did Zhang San join?"

"There are no guilds!"

Wen Ning's eyes were slightly gloomy, "Last question, what is Zhang San's nickname!" ”

"Outlaw fanatics!"

"Song Yi, it's really you!"

The two clasped hands together and looked excited.

Song Yi: "There was a loud bang in the sky, and you appeared on the stage with a flower hand, and I knew it was you." ”

"Huh?"

Wen Ning scratched her head.

"It's always so different the way you come on the pitch." Song Yi said sincerely.

Warm Lemon: ( ̄▽ ̄*)

"You say this as if I've been through many copies."

Song Yi stretched out his finger and shook it, "NO, NO, NO~~ I don't like to hear what you say, I'm the president of the Analyst Guild branch anyway, and I still have this observation eyesight." ”

The tic-tac-toe appeared on Wen Ning's skull.

She revealed MMP in her smile, and she didn't want to talk to Song Yi.

"Don't be so serious, liven up the atmosphere!"

Song Yi waved his hand awkwardly.

Wen Ning restrained her smile, "I'm scared." ”

She rolled her eyes, her gaze frozen.

In Song Yi's eyes, Wen Ning was like being possessed by tricks, and while he jumped back away from Wen Ning, his head seemed to rub against someone.

He looked upward, his eyes also kept turning upward, and when he saw the soles of his shoes, he stepped back again, and then he saw the owner of the shoes - Xie Lihua.

Her face was pale, her tongue was elongated, and she had a 10-centimeter-thick chain wrapped around her neck.

A red liquid flowed down the chain.

Song Yi's gaze collided with Wen Ning, and his thin lips opened lightly, but he received Wen Ning's stopping gaze.

Wen Ning raised her hand and pointed behind Song Yi, where countless people were hanging from iron chains like Xie Lihua, and the soles of their feet were parallel to the ground.

Some have long since turned into dry bones, some have just begun to rot, and some have just died.

Song Yi raised his hand to put Xie Lihua down.

The moment his fingers touched the chain, Song Yi's pupils constricted, and the whole person seemed to be drained of his soul.

The red liquid on the chain seemed to be a little brighter than the red just now, and Wen Ling wanted to take a closer look.

"Don't touch it!"

Out of nowhere, Wen Goudan's voice came out, and he forcibly stopped Wen Ning's movements.

He rushed over and hit Song Yi head-on, panting, "Quick, get out of here." ”

Song Yi came back to his senses and looked at Wen Goudan gratefully.

"Let's go, she's coming back to life."

She?

Wen Ning followed behind Wen Godan, thinking about who the other party's 'she' meant.

A crisp bell rang.

Wen Ning turned back suddenly, but saw a woman in a red wedding dress and a hijab sitting on a chain.

The red hijab only covered the top half of her face, and her slender wrist wore a phoenix bracelet made of gold.

The woman's index finger touched her lips, evoking a bewitching smile, and her bare feet swayed.

Wen Ning watched the woman's gradually overlapping ghosting, and her brain gradually became dizzy.

"Little girl! Little girl! ”

Who is it?

Who's calling me?

The sound is familiar......

"I'm sorry, little girl!"

What?

A sharp pain suddenly came from her abdomen, pulling Wen Ning's vague mind back.

She put her left hand on Wen Godan's shoulder, and her right hand covered her abdomen, and her beautiful face was distorted on the spot.

"I ...... Is...... Thank you! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ning clutched her stomach and fell backwards.

Wen Goudan blew his fist lightly, smiled, and showed his few yellow teeth, "No thanks, little girl." ”

There are many ways to restore a person's sanity.

He chose the simplest and most brutal way.

"I watched you stay where you were, thinking that you were pulled away by that moth, what did you see?"

Wen Goudan's words changed from the original calm to serious, and his eyes were sharp and compelling.

Wen Ning covered her abdomen and sweated on her forehead, "What can you have, it's just a girl!" ”