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The veins on Wu Xie's face were all congested with blood. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold on. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Fortunately, I had been exercising since I came back, and I could barely lift the fat man for a while.

Gravity oppressed Wu Xie, and it took a little effort to shout out. He shouted to the front: "Brother! Follow the fat man!"

The fat man was directing the innocent direction from above: "A little to the left, alas, it's passed. A little to the right, a little up~

"Fat man! Hurry up, I can't fucking hold it anymore." Wu Xie felt like his arm was about to break. He was shaking non-stop, and his eyes were sore with sweat dripping from his eyes.

Until the aiming direction can be slowly sent to the little brother's hand. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The fat man's legs are no longer flexible and his body is still fat. He can't get through the next two formations at all, so he can only drag himself up and pass over them.

After the fat man passed by, Wu Xie lost all his strength. His arms were as soft as noodles and kept shaking. His injured leg began to ooze blood due to the pressure of the weight. His whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water and was soaked to the skin.

"Is the mistress okay? Can I still leave?" the guy behind asked.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Xie saw him take out a pistol, and immediately tensed up his body, watching his next move calmly from the corner of his eye.

"It's okay, I can still walk." Wuxie could hear the hoarseness in his voice caused by nervousness.

The guy smiled and looked fiercely. After Wuxie observed carefully, he felt that these fierce eyes were very familiar, and an impossible thought came into his mind.

"Don't worry, mistress, I will protect you from behind. Go forward boldly, there is something coming from behind."

The familiar words were spoken again, and the tone, tone and voice couldn't be too coincidental.

The fat man scolded him loudly on the other side of the bridge: "Innocent, what the hell are you doing standing there! Go quickly! Hurry up."

"Innocent." Zhang Qiling's cold voice sounded in front of him. He sent the fat man out and then came back. Now he was holding out his hand in front of him, waiting for him.

Wuxie didn't turn around to see what was behind her. She grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand, raised her feet and twisted her waist to start the battle. A buzzing sound came from behind her. Wuxie sped up to ensure that the suspicious person behind him could pass smoothly.

After Wuxie passed the bell formation, he turned around and looked back. He saw a black mist composed of insects rushing towards him at a very fast speed but cleverly avoiding the bells. The guy was still going through the last battle. Wu Xie felt a little anxious and his palms began to sweat.

Wuxie said to the boy: "Hurry up, speed up."

He was waiting outside the formation, and his little brother was also there. Even Xie Cai, who had a problem with him, looked anxiously.

It's almost, it's almost, Wu Xie felt bad when he saw blood seeping out of his waist, because the last one required waist strength to pass. And now he was in a place where he couldn't get a second person to help him. Unless he has not passed the penultimate one, someone can go over and use his strength to let him come over.

Wuxie stretched out her hand to him and asked him to throw the gun in his hand: "Throw the gun to me, and I will show it to you."

The next second the gun was thrown over, and before Wu Xie could say anything, Fatty took the gun away. In terms of marksmanship, Fatty was the best, so Wu Xie was relieved.

But when he came over, blood dripped from his waist. Two bells were touched. Wu Xie's heart was in his throat. He let go of the little brother's hand and ran over to hold him. He subconsciously shouted something. : "Pan Zi! Run!"