###113 Hand as sword

"Anlang, you're still too young. ”

As soon as the wind changed, An Lang's hand already had an extra circle of silk thread. Xiao Yu heard that the master only had a lifespan of more than 20 days, and thought that he woke up before him, obviously robbing the master of the chance to live.

I was extremely depressed and in sharp pain. Knowing who would wake up first was simply destiny, and even An Zhuyan had no way to know in advance, but she still regretted waking up before Ye Xiaolou.

Now although the two are so close, they are in the same water, and their pulses are silent.

I knew that it would be so painful, it was better not to wake up, just fall asleep like him, and there would be no worries.

What she thinks is exactly what Xiaoyu thinks in her heart, and what she thinks is exactly what Xiaoyu thinks in her heart.

The love is sincere, and the blood is attacking the heart for a while. A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, gushing out like a pillar.

The golden silk swims and turns, if Luan Feng and Ming play in the clouds.

A stream of golden silk flew out and wrapped around Xiao Yu's wrist, and then tapped it. An Lang's face turned pale instantly.

Unexpectedly...... It's really her.

The Six Pole Orders are in his body, and he has the appearance of the Demon Mixing Order, and now An Zhuyan knows that Xiaoyu's body is really bearable by flying mortals. And he, naturally, has never seen it, if Xiaoyu is really the hall master, this hidden skill should have peerless martial arts in her body, but compared to this kind of cultivation, her age is too young.

True, it was these superficial things that confused his judgment. An Zhuyan suddenly woke up.

No Ghost Sheng looks at only thirty-five or sixteen, and his age should be above his father, and looking at his martial arts, I am afraid that he has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years.

For cultivators, a hundred years are fleeting, so it is natural that there are no traces of time on his face.

But Xiaoyu is different, she is too young, and no one can practice such a fake breath-holding technique at this age.

Between thoughts, no ghost has made a move, twisting his fingertips lightly, bending over the gold thread.

With a pull of the wrist, a secret sigh followed, full of emotion.

An Zhuyan has been patient for a long time, and now that he has determined Ye Xiaoyu's identity as the hall master, he no longer has any scruples.

The uninvited appearance of the ghost child had already made An Zhuyan very dissatisfied, and then he said a lot of things about his parents. Thinking that such an old and immortal person had slept in the same bed with his mother, he was calm, and kept saying that he could be his father. I was already dissatisfied in my heart, but I was forcibly kind.

For the two people in the tent to endure so far, it has reached the limit. I don't have to put up with it anymore.

"Her body ......," the ghostless crouched and frowned.

An Zhuyan didn't say a word, withdrew the golden thread, swept his left palm, and hit the cheek of the ghostless life.

"The An family is really some sneaky guys. ”

This trick is weird, An Zhuyan rarely uses close exercises, and no ghost has suffered a half-loss, so he can only take half a step back, and this retreat lifted the tent.

The wind was loud, Xiaoyu struck a move from the side, and An Zhuyan slapped another palm when he saw this.

Three palms in succession towards the left side of the ghostless life, attacking forward.

There is no ghost life and can only greet each other with palms, and the three palms are together, and it is not difficult to block these three palms with the cultivation of no ghost life, but it is necessary to block the three palms of the wind at the same time, and it is not possible to hurt the person on the left, and it is really a little reluctant.

simply faced An Zhuyan with both palms.

Although he blocked An Zhuyan's palm wind, he didn't expect Xiaoyu's attack to be light but hidden mysterious.

His left arm was numb and prickly, as if countless sparks were burning under his skin.

"Stop. No Ghost shouted.

"This slap is to let you know not to speak ill of his mother in front of others. ”

"Shut up. I will not allow anyone to speak ill of your mother, and I certainly will not say it myself. ”

An Zhuyan sneered: "Sometimes the person who says it is not intentional, and sometimes the truth is more disgusting than a lie. ”

"Hahaha. ”

No ghost laughed, Xiao Yu said angrily: "Why did you break into the Xunwu Pavilion, if my master has any three strengths and two weaknesses, I will definitely not let you go." ”

"Little girl, do you know who I am, and what you are?"

Xiao Yu was confused, only knowing that this person's voice was not clear, and most of them were friends or foes, but he was only defending and probing, and he had no intention of attacking, and he didn't understand it in his heart.

Looking at An Zhuyan's face again, there was a burst of blue and white, and a hint of pale pink flashed, and he became more and more incomprehensible.

"I don't want to know who you are, of course I know who I am. ”

Xiao Yu looked up and said.

"It's so courageous, it really has the demeanor of our Liuji Hall. ”

"What?" Xiao Yu was stunned, "What are you talking about?"

There is an organization on the land called Rokujitang, no matter what, they have to avoid that group of people, they never show mercy in chasing and killing aliens, whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, they will not let go of a foreign race when they chase to the ends of the earth.

For people on land, people under water are not people at all. In their hearts, we are always demons and monsters, the embodiment of evil, and the people of the Rokujido are the knives of the Lu people, they slash the water tribe and never blink an eye.

"Rokujitang, Rokujitang. "Xiaoyu was hot and dry, as if it was about to crack.

There was not a trace of blood between his lips, but his face became more and more red, and his eyes were like hot iron.

"Miss Xiaoyu, are you okay?" An Zhuyan's golden threads flew out of his sleeves again, but this time, Xiaoyu waved his hand and shattered them into flowers and landed on Ye Xiaolou's shoulder.

Just listening to the sound of coughing up blood, Ye Xiaolou gulped out blood, staining Xiaoyu's body red.

No ghost screamed, "Oh no. ”

An Zhuyan was at a loss, Ye Xiaolou's condition was out of his control again and again, and it was simply not within his expectations every time.

"I said that Anjia is a good doctor, but he can't save people. ”

"Will you save?

An Zhuyan was indeed helpless, no ghost sheng rushed forward, leaned over to check Ye Xiaolou's injury, but Xiaoyu thought that he was going to harm Ye Xiaolou, and slapped his palm, like a sword wind.

"With the hand as the sword, the hall master is good at exercises. ”

Xiaoyu couldn't hear what he was saying at all, hugged Ye Xiaolou with both hands, and saw him vomit and vomit, so anxious that he couldn't shed tears.

Just when Xiaoyu was in unbearable grief, crying like a hellhound, Ye Xiaolou suddenly said: "What are you screaming nonsense? I won't vomit after vomiting blood, what's so sad?"

Xiaoyu said: "Master, master, you finally woke up, master, don't die, you can't die." As he spoke, he hugged Ye Xiaolou tightly in front of him.

Ye Xiaolou broke free, the white clothes of the two were soaked in blood red, and in the bed tent, there was the color of a good night of flowers and candles in the cave room.

No ghosts lament.

An Zhuyan turned around.

Don't look at indecent things, now that he can't cure these two people, it is really not a gentleman's act to look at it again.