In the sky, Mo Zizhai and Li Si were still playing chess, and the fragrance of tea was really pleasant, as if the war below had nothing to do with them.

Suddenly, Mo Zizhai's hand trembled, and his heart also chuckled.

"Senior Mo, it's your turn. Seeing him like this, Li Si opened his mouth and said in a calm tone, as if it was really a reminder.

After speaking, he raised his hand to pick up the tea cup at hand, took a sip gently, and calmed down.

"Prime Minister Li, what a means, I didn't expect you to really find such a divine object, but it's just used to deal with a woman, isn't it a bit condescending?" Mo Zizhai said.

A pun on the phrase refers not only to this chess game, but also to the war below.

"Seniors, it is really an honor for my generation to be able to enter your eyes. Li Si said.

"However, there is something you said that is not right, senior. ”

"Where?" Mo Zizhai asked.

"That woman, it's not an ordinary person, that person's daughter, keep it, it may be a big trouble in the future, or is it better to eradicate it this morning, yes or no?"

No matter what it was, it seemed to have a different charm from his Li Si's mouth, and the flat voice seemed to have a special magic.

For Mo Zizhai, from the very beginning, he was respectful.

However, although he can say anything, he doesn't see a little respect when he starts to do things, he should be killed, he should be scraped, and he is unceremoniously.

The chess game, the struggle is all the same.

"I'm afraid, it's not as simple as you think. Mo Zizhai opened his mouth, and his heart was assured.

"Senior Mo, let's wait and see. "Li Sidao, as always.

Below.

As we mentioned in the previous chapter, although Ning Qingwei tried her best, coupled with a king sword who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, she only blocked the second arrow.

Next, there is the last and most fatal arrow, in order to take his life.

Ning Qingwei was already desperate to die, but our Ten Thousand Great Commanders did not give up.

Ning Qingwei closed her eyes, waiting for an arrow to pierce her heart and end this life.

When he was dying, he didn't say that he saw a heavenly road, saw his deceased relatives, and didn't look back on the past.

Because, there is simply no time.

Waiting, Ning Qingwei frowned slightly, it stands to reason that the arrow should have arrived a long time ago, why didn't she feel it at all.

Could it be that this is what death feels like? If so, it's not bad, at least it doesn't hurt at all, it's not terrible at all.

He opened his eyes, first of all, it was the sun, the blinding sunlight, which made her a little unable to open her eyes.

Heaven, that's it? No, it's supposed to be hell, when he was born, he didn't know how many people he killed, and there was no possibility of going to heaven at all.

Doesn't it mean that there are eighteen layers in the underworld, and all of them are full of pain, how can they be different from the legends? It seems that the words of the ancients cannot be fully believed, and they must have a skeptical heart.

Without practice, there is no right to speak, and in the future, we must implement this sentence, if there is a future.

"What's the point?"

Just then, a voice pulled him back from his fantasy.

When she looked up, a big face came into view, which she never imagined.

"Why are you dead?" Ning Qingwei said.

"I said that you should hide it, but you just didn't listen, it's good now, I still have to see you when I die, it's really unlucky. ”

Although she said this, she didn't know why, Ning Qingwei's heart actually swelled up with a trace of joy, which she didn't expect.

When she realized it, she was startled, she shouldn't be full of disgust for this person, how could she have this kind of thought?

"What kind of bastard are you talking about, you want to die, Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough. Listening to his words, Wan Er said with anger in his heart.

Thinking of this, our Wan Da Commander can't help but regret a little that Bo Shang's life actually saved a fool?

It wasn't until a drop of blood fell on her face that Ning Qingwei saw that on the left side of Wan Er's chest, near her arm, there was an arrow inserted into it, which was as thick as an arm, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Naturally, she couldn't have thought that this was the trending outfit of the year, and the only explanation was that they weren't dead.

What's even more outrageous is that it was Waner who saved her, and he used his body to block an arrow for her.

"When did hell come to be?" she muttered quietly.

Ning Qingwei didn't believe everything in front of her at all, Wan Er saved her with her body, just kidding, how could this be possible, it must be fake.

"Fart, what hell is not hell, if you want to, go to see Lord Yama by yourself, maybe you can be a concubine for him, Lao Tzu will not accompany you. Wan Er finally couldn't help it and scolded.

"I'm not dead?"

Ning Qingwei still can't believe it, the key is that this matter is too outrageous, I'm afraid no one can believe it.

"What do you say?" said Wan Er angrily.

Stupid, this is really stupid, I don't know if Mo Zi Zhai has any medicine for the brain.

"Don't hurry up and give me a hand. Wan Er said again.

This arrow is definitely not light, although it is not a fatal position, but this wound, if it is not dealt with quickly, our Ten Thousand Great Commanders will not last long.

Now, his body was numb, and the blow was too violent.

It's just that Ning Qingwei is still here and tells him that there is no such thing, and the horn keeps talking, this is simply wanting Lao Tzu's life, you just say no, it's over, why use such a subordinate method.

Now, the numbness passed, followed by the pain of drilling, and in an instant, all of Manji's clothes were wet with sweat, and his consciousness began to blur.

Ning Qingwei didn't care about the shock, and hurriedly helped Wan Er, her eyes full of anxiety.

"You, are you okay?" full of heartfelt words, but when it came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, just four words.

"Do you think it's okay?" said Manji weakly.

His face was as pale as paper, blood continued to seep out, and the heavens and the earth began to spin, if it weren't for Ning Qingwei's support, he would have fallen to the ground now.

"Come on, come on, come on......" Ning Qingwei shouted, because she was anxious, her voice was already hoarse.

Wan Er's blood stained her body, her hands, and she could still feel the temperature, which felt a little strange.

The real hero is still lying on the ground and won't move, so he is called pitiful.

That is the king knife, if it weren't for the one knife he did his best to disregard his life, let alone one ten thousand two, even ten thousand two could only be penetrated, and it would be impossible to block it at all.

But now, this credit has been cut off by this Wan Twenty-one person, as if he saved Ning Qingwei, if Wang Dao can wake up, I don't know if he will be resentful.

In the distance, the crossbow soldier was also a little shocked when he saw that he didn't succeed in a single blow, but several people were now at the end of the crossbow, and if they came again, they would definitely have no power to fight back.