MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 48 Danger

The woman puppet still stretched her legs and feet on the ground. Wen Kexing didn't pay any attention at first. She almost stepped on it and was swept away by the flute on the ground before jumping away. The man puppet had pulled her arm out of the door hole. Turning this way, Wen Kexing lifted Zhang Chengling, waved and threw it into the wall hole, then leaned down to hold Zhou Zishu, and jumped in.

The man even chased after him, Wen Kexing turned around and stared at the doll with caution. Who knew that the doll could only turn in two directions, forward or backward, without the function of left and right, it could not find a person, and kept on There, back and forth, the long flute on the woman's puppet swung her leg, which was really a shield attacked by the spear of the child, a loud noise, both puppets fell down, and the man puppet suffered When they attacked, they used their arms to pinch the puppet's head, and then the two of them killed each other and stunned inside.

Wen Kexing was relieved, and whispered to Zhou Zi: "Don't talk." Then he closed his acupuncture points and lowered the person, watching the blood on his chest frowned, and said to Zhang Chengling. : "You devil, go and take a look there, if there is one ..."

He paused, not knowing how to describe it, then reached out and gestured, and said, "It's a foot tall, and rolling things like you are rolling over, just run and come back and tell me."

Zhang Chengling said "Oh" and asked, "Senior, my master ..."

Wen Kexing seemed unusually impatient and interrupted him with a cut: "It's okay, I can't die."

Zhang Chengling asked again, "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know," Wen Kexing sighed, pointing at the blasted wall, "it was the result of that blast."

Zhang Chengling followed his fingers and suddenly felt indifferent. He thought that the predecessor who looked very powerful was also chased after, and he dared not say anything, and ran to the other end nervously to guard.

Wen Kexing reached out to untie Zhou Zishu's clothes, and the latter pressed his wrist, and Zhou Zishu laughed dumbly: "What do you do to take advantage of me?"

Wen Kexing opened his hand and poked lightly on his chest, saying quietly: "Just a few words, you are almost blowing the lights and pulling wax, and you are still poor."

Zhou Zishu felt that his life was complete. He had just been scolded by an old foodie, and was humiliated by a big talk.

Wen Kexing carefully untied his clothes. His eyes flickered unconsciously when he touched several nails on Zhou Zishu's chest. Zhou Zishu didn't care. He felt that his chest and his back were on fire when he breathed. Similarly, I knew that the injury was not minor. I am afraid that the bone was broken and the lungs were injured, so I forcibly did not cough, and even the breath was kept low to avoid aggravating the injury.

Wen Kexing turned him over and saw the injury on his back at a glance. He couldn't help but take a breath and said coldly, "Just a little more, that thing can break your spine, do you believe it?"

Zhou Zi's whispered like a gossip: "Don't talk nonsense, if I can interrupt the spine with a dummy, I have no face to live on."

Wen Kexing snorted, put his hand on his back, carefully examined his injury, and for a long while, sighed, "Are you stupid? Don't you know it hurts?"

He didn't know where he pressed his finger. Zhou Zishu snorted immediately. He didn't say a word for a moment, only half a while, gritted his teeth and said, "You ... might as well give me a shot, try it for yourself ..."

Wen Kexing was rare and silent, so he straightened Zhou Zi, reached out to his back heart, and passed his anger. He didn't dare to force too hard, lest he touch the nail on his chest like Ye Baiyi did last time.

Wen Kexing's practice in his life has always been to kill and hurt people. This is the first time that he has tried to save people with such care, as if a butcher picked up the embroidery needle, and it was almost a trembling, and his forehead was sweating.

After half an hour, he put the amp on and released Zhou Zishu, telling him to lean over his shoulder against the wall. Zhou Zishu knew that he had limited physical strength and did n’t waste much, but he closed his eyes and raised his head, and a little blood on the corner of his mouth had not been wiped clean. His pale face grew even more shocking.

Wen Kexing looked at him for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but leaned down, gently covering the corner of his mouth, and licked a little bit of his blood. He seemed to sigh and reached in / Zhou Zishu In their hair, the two breathed very close together. Zhou Zishu didn't know when he opened his eyes, but didn't waste his energy to avoid him. He just whispered: "It's a villain who is in danger."

Wen Kexing didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "It's as if you are a gentleman."

He chuckled and exhaled, as if whispering, Zhou Zishu's calmness finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he opened his face a little uncomfortably, but was pinched by his chin, and asked, "Do you have a conscience? I heal you Isn't there even such a benefit? "

Zhou Zishu was silent for a long while, and finally said, "I have no intention of selling myself for the time being."

Wen Kexing laughed: "Do you know what happens when the situation is not as good as others?"

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a kind of "people can still be shameless" eyes. I only heard Wen Kexing attach to his ear and whispered: "Strong, buy, strong, sell."

Zhou Zishu smiled bitterly: "You're very interested."

Wen Kexing's gaze stared at him for a while, then he let go of him, folded his hands behind his head, stretched his legs and stepped on the other wall, and lay down, proudly: "But You can owe it first. "

Zhou Zishu was exhausted, so he stopped talking about him and closed his eyes half-stunned and half-sleeping.

Wen Kexing knows his patience. A few of them, except Ye Baiyi, no one understands this inexplicable and mysterious Qimen Jiajia technique. They walk around without a fly and may encounter something. Zhang Chengling now It's a little ghost with no full hair. Zhou Zishu is also seriously injured. It's better to stay in place and take a break, and take a moment to think about it.

Zhou Zishu's breathing was low, but it was very even, as if he was asleep, Wen Kexing turned his face to look at him, and suddenly remembered what the Southern Xinjiang Witch said-"If you waste all your power Go, maybe I can have two points to keep you alive. "He couldn't help but sit up straight, put his strength in his palm, and slowly raised it, maybe ...

His palm hesitated before he pressed it. Suddenly one hand stretched out of the air, and his cold fingers caught his wrist. Zhou Zishu didn't know when to open his eyes, and the two eyes met in this small space. .

Zhou Zishu's eyes were very calm. He couldn't hear any waves in his tone. He asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Kexing said nothing.

Zhou Zishu sighed suddenly, looked away, and said blankly, "Others don't understand, don't you understand?"

Wen Kexing slowly lowered his eyes, half a moment, and gently put his palm to one side.

"Yes, I understand." He said, sending his arm down suddenly, and the ground was pressed firmly by his palm with a half-inch deep stamp. He tried to persuade himself, repeating Once again, "I understand ..."

Zhang Chengling did not know when he fell asleep, nor how long he fell asleep, and was suddenly awakened by a loud noise not far away. He jumped up, twisted his neck with vigilance, looked around, and then held his shoulder with one hand. Zhang Chengling stunned and turned back suddenly, only to find that he was the master he couldn't even stand the day before.

Zhou Zishu coughed lowly, held Zhang Chengling and instructed: "Don't move around, follow."

As soon as Zhang Chengling turned his head, Wen Kexing followed him. The boy looked at this and then that, and asked, "Master, is your injury well?"

Zhou Zishu didn't look back, saying, "I'm not human?"

Zhang Chengling thought about it, too, so badly hurt-and ignored Zhou Zishu's bad tone, he went up again and asked, "Master, can you ... can you go by yourself?"

Zhou Zishu took a deep breath. Not only was his body hurting, but his brain was hurting. He asked, "What else do you think I'm doing?"

Wen Kexing turned his head and laughed, Zhang Chengling scratched his head and said, "Master, I mean ... you are so hurt ..."

Zhou Zishu glanced expressionlessly at him: "Do you think I should be weak in this ghost place? Do you want to carry me?"

Zhang Chengling had to show filial piety, and Wen Kexing immediately said, "I can carry you, I can hold you."

Zhou Zishu turned his head and coughed, bowed his shoulder and pressed his chest injury, and said briefly: "Don't talk nonsense."

The three of them followed the tunnel carefully and cautiously approached the place where the loud noise happened. Zhou Zishu cautiously, put the night pearl into his palm, and immediately went dark. Wen Kexing stepped forward to hold Zhou Zishu, dragged him to his side, reached out, took Zhou Zishu's white sword, and drew his finger on the blade, showing a little praise on his face, and then his wrist The sword trembled, and the sword stabbed out.

The man at the corner couldn't wait for a flick, and actually stretched out his finger to deflect his sword tip. Wen Kexing then changed his moves. The soft sword was in the hands of Zhou Zishu, and it was very clear and very clear. , But like the bones of the cheekbones, weird.

In the darkness, the two passed ten times in the electric light fire, but after Zhou Zishu frowned for a moment, he suddenly said: "Senior Ye?"

The other person hummed slightly, Zhou Zishu lifted the night pearl again, and saw Ye Baiyi's unusually stinking complexion. Wen Kexing then withdrew his sword and hugged his fist with a smile: "Misunderstanding and misunderstanding are pure misunderstandings. "

He is obviously talking about ghosts-Zhou Zishu can still guess the other party's whereabouts after hearing the sound, not to mention that he personally fought in the battle. Wen Kexing clearly borrowed the name of darkness, and wanted to do what he wanted. Seeing him The prejudice of this old senior is still somewhat deep.

Ye Baiyi glanced at Zhou Zishu and frowned, "How can you make this person look like a ghost?"

Zhou Zishu was able to save a little effort and lean as little as possible, leaning sideways against the stone wall, and after waiting for his comment, he said kindly: "The junior is too useless, it is a rice bucket."

Ye Baiyi unexpectedly glanced at him, nodded, and said, "You know what you know." He looked around and beckoned to three people: "Here we are."

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing knew that this old thing was not vegetarian. They were pleased to ask him to take the lead. The two placed him at the bottom, sandwiched Zhang Chengling in the middle, and walked. Wen Kexing suddenly stuck it up and reached out to embrace Zhou Zishu's waist. He silently pulled one arm over his shoulder.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him and frowned, "I'm stupefied?"

Wen Kexing sighed: "The old monster is here, what are you good at?"

Strange to say, the two people were in distress every now and then, but they felt that this place was like a ghost hole, followed by Ye Baiyi, but it was surprisingly smooth. The four did not know how many laps they had made, and walked to a hall-like hall. The place was calm and calm when I went in. Who knew that after a while, there were countless one-foot-high **** rolling in all directions.

Wen Kexing subconsciously pushed Zhang Chengling behind him, and then picked up Zhou Zi Shu Fei and took out three or four feet. This thing can make him exhausted. I do n’t know how to do it. If he touches it, it will explode. This stuff chased in the tunnel for a long time, and I felt like I was a big mouse.

Ye Baiyi didn't panic. Seeing those **** coming in like a tide, he suddenly sang and pushed forward with a volley. I didn't know what trick to use. Zhang Chengling's eye tipped and saw the slate under his feet instantly. Broken, the first ball that rolled over burst into the air, and then a chain reaction almost occurred. A series of explosions, Ye Baiyi's hands arrived there, but it seemed to erect an invisible wall. Are all blocked out.

Wen Kexing also turned his head and looked at Ye Baiyi's back thoughtfully.

Later, I only heard Ye Baiyi shouting, "I'm not getting out!"

He reached for a hand and a large slate fell on the wall of the hall, and a figure flashed out of it.

Zhou Zishu and others looked at Ye Baiyi's sight, and they all froze for a moment.