Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Praying Mantis and the Yellow Sparrow

Yu Xiaoyuan was already extremely frightened, and was sneered at by the wind, he was really angry and afraid, it was when he was angry, so he let the wind scream and cry out in pain, he just puffed out his cheeks and bit hard, and he didn't let go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Feng Yiyang screamed for a while, moved his shoulders and sighed, "Okay, do you like to eat me so much?"

Yu Xiaoyuan loosened his mouth, turned his head and said disdainfully: "Phew, shameless stinky rascal, stinky and hard, who likes to eat." ā€

"Ah!" With an exclamation, Yu Xiaoyuan hid behind Feng Yiyang, and said hurriedly: "Second Senior Brother, why are you still holding that thing, quickly throw it away, quickly throw it away!"

Jiang Weihan held the head of the gray-clothed man in both hands, and at some point fell into a contemplative trance, and then he woke up like a dream and said, "Oh, good, good." After speaking, Jiang Weihan squatted down and gently put the head of the gray-clothed man on the ground, at the feet of the corpse.

The corners of the gray-clothed man's mouth remained hideous at the moment, and his eyes, which were originally indifferent and full of murderous intent, were now empty and dazed, staring at his feet, motionless.

Feng Yiyang saw Jiang Weihan's strange appearance, and said worriedly: "Second Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Weihan's face sank like water, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I seem to know this person." ā€

Feng Yiyang jumped down and said in surprise: "No, I won't kill your friend, right?"

Jiang Weihan shook his head and said suspiciously: "I shouldn't know him, but I have a sense of dĆ©jĆ  vu when I look at his face." ā€

Feng Yiyang squatted down and looked at it for a while, the face of the gray-clothed man looked like an ordinary middle-aged farmer after losing its cold murderous aura, such a face was the best camouflage in the crowd, it was too difficult to recognize.

Feng Yiyang looked at it for a while, shrugged his shoulders and stood up and said, "Okay, leave him alone, this person's nails are poisonous, Yu Xiaoyuan, this stupid girl doesn't have such good internal strength as me, if you don't save her, it's too late." ā€

Jiang Weihan patted his head violently, and hurriedly looked at Yu Xiaoyuan, only to find that the big fat man Chu Xiaotian had already squatted beside Yu Xiaoyuan at some point. The chubby hand rested on Yu Xiaoyuan's wrist.

Yu Xiaoyuan bit his lip and glared angrily at Feng Yiyang, "Feng Yiyang, who do you say is a stupid girl?"

Chu Xiaotian saw the two of them looking at this side, got up and said with a strange expression: "Are you sure that this nail is poisonous?"

"There should be, right?" Feng Yiyang looked at Jiang Weihan and said uncertainly.

Chu Xiaotian stood up, shook his head and said, "No, the little girl's pulse is stable, it doesn't look like it is poisoned, I have treated the wound a little, you see that it doesn't bleed much now." ā€

Feng Yiyang looked at Yu Xiaoyuan's shoulder, and found that the blood flow from Yu Xiaoyuan's shoulder wound was indeed much less, Jiang Weihan didn't say a word, and moved in front of Yu Xiaoyuan in an instant, and nodded a few fingers at Yu Xiaoyuan's arms, shoulders and waist ribs.

After a while, the blood flow from Yu Xiaoyuan's wound gradually stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two-inch-wide and one-deep wound actually stopped the bleeding vividly.

Jiang Weihan looked at a wound, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out some powder and sprinkled it evenly on Yu Xiaoyuan's wound, and said distressedly: "Such a big wound, does it hurt?"

Yu Xiaoyuan seemed to feel pain now, his mouth flattened, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Chu Xiaotian stared at Jiang Weihan's fingers, his eyes shot a crazy light, and said enviously: "This is the blood amputation finger, it really deserves its name, Xiao Jiang, no, Master Medical Saint, can you teach me?

Jiang Weihan glanced at him and said with a straight face: "If it weren't for your endless entanglement to use my little junior brother as a material, how could my little junior sister be injured and almost lose her life at the hands of this person?"

Feng Yiyang smiled on the side: "Second Senior Brother, don't blame the fat man, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to kill this monster today." ā€

Jiang Weihan said curiously: "What do you say?"

Feng Yiyang pointed to the corpse that was still standing there and still had not fallen and said: "This guy, at first we suffered his loss, but later I determined that this person's personality and temper are exactly the same as the wolf described to me by the senior brother, he is fierce and ruthless, and he is particularly interested in the neck. ā€

Jiang Weihan nodded and said, "Indeed, I also feel this way, the indifference in his eyes is simply not like a person." ā€

Feng Yiyang snorted and continued: "Senior brother told me that wolves are fierce and fierce, and one of the characteristics is that they will not give up until they reach their goal, as long as they think they can kill you, even if they chase you for a few days and nights, they will chase you, so I concluded that even if this guy is seriously injured by my sword, as long as he recovers his mobility, he will definitely come back, and sure enough, as soon as I woke up, I smelled his murderous aura." ā€

Chu Xiaotian suddenly realized: "So you just let me go away, and told me that your strength was originally reserved to deal with another person!"

"I see, so you rushed over as soon as you woke up, but this fat, cough cough, no matter how Director Chu thinks about it, it only has the effect of helping?" Jiang Weihan said suspiciously.

Chu Xiaotian glanced at Jiang Weihan with resentment, and his face also showed a look of doubt, obviously he didn't feel that he had helped much.

Feng Yiyang explained: "The old man said that the assassins who are very good at killing people are very protective of themselves and are extremely sensitive to danger, so it is not easy to kill an assassin, and the best time is when the assassin concentrates on killing others. ā€

Jiang Weihan's eyes lit up: "So you deliberately entangled with Pavilion Master Chu to make this person think that you had lost your threat and lured him to make a move?"

Feng Yiyang nodded and said, "Not only that, but if it wasn't for this fat man's bump at the last moment, I wouldn't have had time to kill him before he met the little fool." ā€

Yu Xiaoyuan's originally aggrieved little face suddenly changed to an angry face, and he raised his head and said: "The dead wind is blowing, the stinky wind is blowing, who is the stupid chick? What else does it mean that I was killed by you if I didn't touch me? Are you blind with such a big wound on my body?"

"Eh, little junior sister, this killer kills people with one hit and targets the throat, if he touches you first and then is killed by the little junior brother, the wound will definitely not be on the shoulder. ā€

Yu Xiaoyuan said in disbelief: "Then ...... my wound?"

"It's probably because this killer rushed too hard and still hit you after he died. Jiang Weihan analyzed.

Chu Xiaotian rubbed his chin with two fingers and said thoughtfully: "What I'm more interested in now is, why aren't you poisoned?"

Feng Yiyang: "I'm also very interested, why am I poisoned? Is this poison only effective for people as handsome as me?"

Yu Xiaoyuan chirped: "Phew, it's shameless." ā€

Jiang Weihan said speechlessly: "Little junior brother, don't forget, I am not poisoned. ā€

The wind blows: "I haven't forgotten...... You're not as handsome as me......"

Jiang Weihan: "...... I still seem to have a few packets of laxatives on me. ā€

Feng Yiyang's face changed greatly: "Second senior brother, I was wrong." ā€