Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

The things on the ground were tumbling harder, and the fierce wind and sand seemed to be about to smash people. Liu Hao, who was held in his hand by Xuanyuan Jimo, had to close his eyes tightly, and his body was slightly stiff and he tried his best to hold the jar of cinnabar handed to him by warm wine.

He noticed that the climbing rock began to loosen, Xuanyuan Jimo narrowed his eyes and looked at the surrounding force points, exerted a little force on his hand, lifted Liu Hao in front of him, and instantly pushed his feet towards the vibrating ground, and his whole body jumped to another flat ground like a cheetah.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had just stood firm, had not yet had time to calculate the distance between the guy's front paws and his head. A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind, and the ancient tree that was rising from the ground smashed towards Xuanyuan Jimo's back without warning.

The muscles above Liu Hao's arm were slightly bulging. In a second, Xuanyuan Jimo, who could not escape, had to throw Liu Hao in his hand away from the ground smoothly, and withstand the sweeping ancient tree with his body. His body was like a puppet with a broken line. In the blink of an eye, it hit the dragon head several meters away heavily, lifting up layers of dust.

With a "click", the ancient tree broke out in response to the sound, and soon, I didn't know where I went by the wind and sand.

"Jimo!" He shouted loudly to Xuanyuan Jimo, who had knelt on one knee with his eyes, with his eyes filled with his eyes, "Xuanyuan Jimo!"

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was buzzing in his ears, shook his head heavily, raised his head slightly, and grinned reluctantly at the little guy's pale face, and suddenly a smell of fishy sweetness surged from his throat.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was about to swallow it forcibly sank his eyes, and the blood in his mouth gushed out in an unblocked manner. The white shirt on his chin, neck, and chest was instantly dyed red.

Wen Jiu, who couldn't hear the sound, only felt that his eyes were so astringent. Thin liquid slid down from his eye sockets layer by layer. Even though the wind and sand were scattering, she still clearly saw the man's stuttering stuttering in his blood-stained lips. He said he was fine...

He swallowed the fishy sweetness that kept surging from his throat, but he still couldn't stop the blood mixed with minced meat from his mouth.

I don’t know if it’s luck, but a smile flashed slightly in Xuanyuan Jimo’s cold and hard eyes. He shook his head heavily in his hand and used his last touch of strength to put the crutch in his body and the bloody crutch into the eyes of the evil creature by a pair of bloody hands.

The scenery in his eyes slowly turned gray. The moment he fell down, Xuanyuan Jimo turned his body over, imprinted the small figure in his eyes, and said domineeringly in his heart: "Little guy... mine!"

"No!" The dark pupils were instantly covered with blood mist, like blood flowing. The hand holding the spiritual pen slapped it hard and murmured: "It hurts, it hurts so much here..."

The blood mist in his eyes was churning, and a pair of plain hands suddenly pulled out the last trace of spiritual power from his dantian and poured it into Abi. He saw that Abi, who could only turn into a dagger, instantly turned into a scimitar. In an instant, the evil spirits of heaven and earth swarmed in.

Holding Abi's warm wine, blood mist filled his eyes, and his delicate little face seemed to be smiling, and his whole body instantly became extremely charming.

"Fare me!"

The tip of the knife stands in the center of the character "卍" and uses evil spirits to seal it. In an instant, the mountains that are shaking are calm and the waves are calm. The evil spirits that have grown for thousands of years have been swallowed up by Abi.

The blood mist in Wenjiu, who was wearing Abi's wrist, did not dissipate. He picked up the cinnabar altar in Liu Hao's arms, held the spiritual pen in one hand and the cinnabar altar in the other. As his body changed, he used the ground as paper and the spirit as his power. In a moment, the entire mountain was covered with dense red "卍" characters.

The last stroke stood on the dragon head, and the entire jar of cinnabar was poured out. The cinnabar with spiritual power slowly flowed through all the characters "卍" and in an instant, a golden light suddenly rose, and a ball of red and purple aura staggered to the dragon head. Seeing that the time had come, Wen Jiu quickly reached out and pulled out the crutch. The red and purple aura was tightly held in Wen Jiu's hand by Wen Jiu.

The warm wine, whose spiritual power had already been exhausted, swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth, and sat gently beside Xuanyuan Jimo, gently moved Xuanyuan Jimo's head to his thigh and separated it. Wherever his fingers touched, it was cold, and the pale fingers wiped off the blood stains on the man's chin again and again.

The warm liquid fell on the chin, drop by drop, and Wenjiu wiped it over and over again, until the perfect chin could vaguely identify the fair skin. Wenjiu then laughed out loud.

Slightly smiled at Xuanyuan Jimo who was closed with his eyes tightly, "I have only found such a person who suits you in two lives... You are willing to leave me. Do you know that I feel so painful...?"

The tiny sound of water splashing in "snap" was the warm liquid hitting the cold and hard face again.

"If there is another time... I will not save you..." Wen Jiu chuckled and opened the dragon soul in his hand. His blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, but his actions did not stop slapping the dragon soul into his chest without any ups and downs.

"Actually, the legend is correct. It's just that the dragon bones that are resurrected are not the dragon bones, but the dragon souls..." Wen Jiu gently placed her head on the bloody chest and murmured: "At that time, I could see clearly that I could throw that person out to block this time, but you stopped and threw the person to the other side...."

Wen Jiu, who was a little tired, closed her eyes. Thinking of the man's eyes between life and death, he knew that this man had given up his instinctive reaction, perhaps because he was afraid that the man would blame him if he died!

After a long time of silence, Wen Jiu opened his blood-red eyes and said quietly: "Jimo, except for you, the life and death of others has nothing to do with me..."

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Today is PK day again~ The first update is presented

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Chapter completed!