Reversed

He directly interrupted the pink bubble that was about to appear. In fact, it can't be said that he was puzzled, but he was still in a hurry to go back. Xiaoyu would be angry if he found out that he was gone.

Linghu Shang tightened the sword in his hand, and pushed Su Mansha aside, not looking at her to calm the panic that was almost lost in his heart.

At this moment, both of them had a deep understanding of each other's skills, Linghu Shang knew that today probably he would not be able to complete the confession of his brother-in-law, but he hadn't encountered this kind of passionate feeling of fighting against a master for a long time.

Linghu Shang silently raised his sword, his ice blue eyes filled with pure joy.

"Brother Yi wants you to die."

Maomao shrugged amusedly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Your sword was cut for Anlu Mountain?" Those black eyes met Linghu Shang fixedly, and hit the nail on the head, "Then why do you insist on fighting alone? You also specially invited me to come before you Come."

There are many ways to kill, but there is no ambush, no trap, this man just wants to fight.

"Before completing An Lushan's order, what you want to do the most is to fight me." The spear flashed a piercing red light, "The sword lacks a heart, and the heart is confused. Your sword is nothing more than that."

Wielding a sword for others, but contradicting his good sword instincts, he is not the same, this sword is flawed and fragile.

Under the crimson stream of light from the tip of the spear, faint hoarfrost spread.

With a single shot, it was like a thousand troops sweeping across, unstoppable.

In the end, all five of Maomao's spears/spears were scrapped, and Linghu's injury didn't get any better, and one arm was scrapped due to damage to internal organs. In the end, it was Su Mansha who saw that the situation was not good and took him away.

Maomao didn't chase after him, his internal energy was as chaotic as a pot of porridge, and the poisonous curse that was suppressed broke out.

Now there is no external force like Guzhu Wang to help him suppress and sort out, if he is a little careless, it is too small to go crazy, and his body may be useless.

Even if Maomao concentrated on recuperating his internal energy, he still didn't ignore his surroundings, so when the faint killing intent became obvious, he raised his hand to block the killer move of the comer.

Opening his eyes, the enchanting face that feared the chaos of the world was very close, and he looked at him with a smile as usual, except for the murderous intent in his eyes.

Maomao opened his mouth, but did not make any sound, only his lips moved slightly.

【cigarette. 】

Should it be said that luckily Buquer's lip language skills are at full level, he doesn't even need to write.

But Buchuyan was stunned for a moment, burst out laughing, the killing intent came and went quickly, and he collapsed on Mao Mao with a smile in the posture of counterattack.

"Hahaha, you played so crazy last night? You actually lost your voice."

Mao Mao sighed silently, he didn't want to express any opinions on this misunderstanding, as long as it was easy to use and could fool everyone.

People in the Valley of the Wicked have always been willful and crazy, and the Ten Evils have brought this trait to the extreme, and among them, the capricious Eternal Smoke is the most difficult to deal with.

Everything he does is done as he pleases, and when he meets someone who is interested, he directly sends encrypted information that is hard to buy for others. If he is not interested, even if you give everything you have, you can't get him a look.

Just like just now, he was able to suddenly have the intention to kill him, but he dismissed the idea after a moment.

As if nothing had happened, Yan pulled away from the hand that had just used the ultimate move, and played with his long curly hair as if nothing had happened.

"Yo, if you don't go back, you won't be able to catch lunch~"

Maomao's eyes drifted away for a moment, and he clenched his fists to his mouth and coughed lightly, his face that should have been rosy was now pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Let him go back in this half-dead state, wouldn't that be death?

Mao Mao resolutely and resolutely decided...to hide, and it won't be too late for him to go back after he has adjusted his breathing.

Thinking of this, he opened and closed his mouth silently again, smoking very well.

"Go and clean up the Spike Army that is stationed nearby?"

Yan didn't refuse, but after half a cup of tea, he came back with great interest, and repeated, "I can't clean it up."

Maomao followed with puzzled eyes, and immediately there were only ellipses left.

The camp that should have belonged to the Spike Army was rotten, and there were gnawed scattered limbs everywhere. Even the animals that accidentally entered and ate the carcasses died there without exception.

Amidst the mess, deformed monsters that have lost their minds are slowly moving in the mountain of corpses, and there are quite a few of them.

Careless!He should have thought earlier that the cooperation between the Spike Army, Tianyi Sect and Gongzhi Ling did not take place in a day or two, and it was only natural that they would create these monsters.

Gongzhiling and Heizhi Yuanyou died one after another. With no one who could control them, these monsters went straight out of control.

He was speechless towards Linghu Shang, after all, he was his subordinate, wouldn't he take a look when he came by airborne?Obviously, the people in the Spike Army camp had been dead for some time.

Fortunately, there are many mountains in Shu, and the valley chosen by the Spike Army is easy to defend and difficult to attack. These monsters have not yet been able to climb out of the valley and wreak havoc.

What's more coincidental is that Xiao Tianshui happened to poison the attack indiscriminately before, and Tianxuanying worked overtime to take away the nearby villagers.

Besides, judging from the scene, the living people in the Langya Barracks showed no signs of struggle, but those monsters gnawed too roughly, which caused this hell-like appearance.

There is no water source in this place, so the only place where they get water is the source stream that Xiao Tianshui poisoned.

How should I put it, Xiao Tianshui helped him again unintentionally, after all, just because he can kill people doesn't mean he likes this kind of behavior.

As if they smelled fresh human flesh, those monsters slowly approached them, and it was absolutely impossible to let them go. All they had to do was clean up the corpses as much as possible and burn them to avoid plagues, and check to see if any fish slipped through the net.

The matter was stuck on the inventory, and Yan made it clear that he was too lazy to do such dirty things that were time-consuming and energy-consuming, and if he missed it, he missed it, and it was nothing more than killing more people.

Maomao took a deep breath, nauseated by the stench, he did not dodge.

Lips and teeth open and close, silence is better than sound.

[Go and prepare some anti-plague medicine and firewood. 】

Maomao's crystal-clear black eyes stared straight at Unextinguishable Smoke, and said decisively and forcefully, 【Count the number, I'll do it. 】

Unquenchable Smoke was stunned for a moment, seeing that Mao Mao walked into the rancid purgatory without hesitation, her enchanting eyebrows stretched, revealing a genuine smile that few people saw.

So there was the matter of going to the inn to block people with Unextinguishable Smoke. After all, it was a bit of a workload to count the number of people from a camp that had been reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​decayed corpses. Until noon, Mao Mao was still fighting.

When Yan led the vicious and well-known bosses to arrive one after another, Maomao finally got to know the number of victims of the Wolf Fang Army, especially when he found a blood-stained armament book, which accurately marked the number of Spike Army soldiers stationed. And the number of monsters taught by Tianyi.

After stepping on rotting corpses and broken bones, when Mao Mao came out of the Wolf Fang camp, he was startled by a large group of people.

His current appearance is very bad, his body is covered with a lot of strange blood of monsters, not to mention the smell, and it is also highly poisonous.

Fortunately, the poisonous curse in the blood of the Mo family was even more powerful, and these toxins couldn't do anything to him. Should it be said that Yan had the foresight?

It's just that no matter how foresighted it is, it can't stop the bad taste of smoke, and Mao Mao, who is watched by all the elders, is a little stressed.

Have you ever heard that the lotus grows out of mud without staining it?He wants to be that flower right now.

Maomao, who has a terrible image, silently wants to flee in fear of crime, because a girl who is recovering from a serious illness is about to cry with her sword in her hands.

"...Master, Rong Rong is sorry for you!"

Her handsome and handsome young master, to be ruined like this, her personal maid is really remiss!

Ruan Mei still had a slumped face, but her eyes revealed the eagerness to wash people off. After working as a full-time nanny for a long time, it is exhausting to develop obsessive-compulsive disorder!

The two sides looked at each other for three seconds, and there was an instant tripolarization.

Haoqi was stunned, stroked his forehead and sighed, while the villain just laughed and rolled on the ground, plus two Mo Rongrong and Ruan Mei who seemed to want to take off his clothes, Maomao sighed silently—I really want to [Dark Dust Scattered], Or come to [Floating Light and Glance].

"Maomao..."

Maomao stared stiffly at Mu Yu, who was in a daze for the first time, not standing at the front, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his phoenix eyes were faintly bloodshot.

He was a little at a loss, even if it was a little dirty, it was okay, right?There are countless black histories from childhood to adulthood, and there are countless times of being rolled into mud monkeys and stepping on dirt. Why is there such a big reaction?

But he didn't understand that his current appearance was almost the same as the corpse in his previous life.

During the few days when Maomao was mortuary in Luoyan City, Xie Yuan took good care of his body and his body did not rot. Protecting the corpse, corruption is still inevitable.

The strong smell of putrid blood was lingering, and Mao Mao fell asleep with her eyes closed, pale as paper, so close but so... far away.

Yan silently grinned—Young leader, look, I reminded you to think twice before acting~

It's almost winter, and the wind is a bit cold.

wrong!This is not an ordinary cold wind... Everyone looked at Mao Mao who was cooling down rapidly, and a layer of hoarfrost slowly formed on his body from head to toe.

At the same time, Guzhu Wang, who sensed something was wrong, calmly threw a knife in his hand, and Mu Yu, who was in a trance, tilted his body, and then simply fell limp...in the arms of Mao Mao who was rushing towards him.

Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths silently again, looking at the shattered crystal with dirt on the ground, and then at the clean young man in front of them, they felt a sense of unfathomable snow condensing skills.

Of course, Mao Mao's terrifying micromanipulation ability contributed a lot to this.

Habitually took Mu Yu's pulse, and the slight collapse had already begun.

There is no way, these days, Mu Yu has encountered too many stimuli, enough to cause a qualitative change.

He and his time... are running out