Inscription of Different Cases

He Yijiu almost couldn't recognize the man in front of him. The man in his 50s or [-]s had indeed changed a lot, he was old, and even his hair was graying.Due to years of fighting abroad, his skin was tanned, giving him an iron-like insensitivity.On that aged but lean face, there was an air of indistinct emotion and anger, and the outline of the facial features was somewhat similar to that of He Yijiu, especially the eyes, which were the same aqua blue, so blue and transparent.

That was his biological father, General Shuiqi He Dimu.

He Yijiu only glanced at him, paused, and ran towards Han Lang without hesitation. "A-Lang--" he hissed, the falcon suffered the blow, and fell to the ground like a heavy iron block in mid-air in vain.He Yijiu stepped on the ground, his body instantly turned into a tiger, and he tried his best to put Han Lang back on his back.Immediately after the two returned to their bodies, He Yijiu hugged Han Lang and knelt on the ground. The latter had lost consciousness and did not respond to how he shouted.

"Damn it!" He Yijiu cursed.Han Lang's face was pale and bloodless, and the evil spirit of the falcon bird disappeared in an instant, as if the person lying in his arms was an ordinary person with no strength to restrain a chicken.He Yijiu trembled all over, and hurriedly touched Han Lang's veins, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the other's arm.Fortunately, there is still gas.

He couldn't find any wounds on Han Lang's body. He only found a shocking burn mark on his chest and abdomen. The skin at the edge was scorched black and rolled inward. He didn't need to think about it and knew that it was caused by a spell. "You goddamned buff-nosed Taoist priests!" He Yijiu turned around and roared, "The capital of the country is dead, and you are still following this bunch of idiots to work for tigers?!"

A man dressed as a Taoist priest stepped out from the crowd, and said calmly: "The Daolu Division does not interfere with royal affairs, but we cannot tolerate the monsters making trouble."

"Bastard!"

"Yu'er, do you still want to pretend that you don't know me?" He Dimu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, but what he spoke was the language of the Western Regions, "We meet again, I didn't expect you to go on this road."

"Yu'er, who is it?" He Yijiu responded with the same language, and he sneered fiercely, even showing a sharp canine tooth, "Do you know me, why are you talking to me?"

The other party seemed a little sullen, and raised his voice: "He Diyu!"

"What is He Di?" He Yijiu smiled sinisterly, and the terrifying murderous look even forced the nearby rebels back a step, "My surname is He, I have never heard of such a stupid surname."

The other party stopped talking, a pair of blue eyes swept over Han Lang in He Yijiu's arms, and then pressed against the former's face for a long time.After a while, he sighed "It's a long-lost reunion scene, isn't it?" He Yijiu hissed with laughter, "Don't pretend to be a prostitute, you peeled my mother's skin and hung part of it on Part of your master's big tent is draped over your body, are you really not afraid that she will come back in the middle of the night and bite you to death, you old bastard?"

"Shut up!" He Dimu obviously couldn't bear it, "The reason why I still bring your mother is to remember--"

"Reminiscing about that fart!" He Yijiu roared violently, and even let out a low roar from his throat, which made the ears of everyone present buzzing.The next moment, he suddenly switched back to the official dialect of the Central Plains, and said sarcastically: "If you want to hit, hit it, old bastard, if you don't hit grandpa, you won't be with me."

The other party looked at him deeply. If his eyes could be turned into knives, He Yijiu would have been riddled with holes at this moment.I don't know how long it took before He Dimu uttered six words coldly: "Attack, no one will be left alive."

The bowstring snapped.

Arrows rained down all over the sky, and He Yijiu picked up Han Lang and retreated quickly.In fact, he wasn't worried about these rebels. As long as he returned to his original body, it would not be a problem to wipe out a hundred people. No matter how bad it was, he could escape with Han Lang on his back.But what he was worried about was the group of stinky Taoist priests from the Daolu Division. As long as he was in front of them, his destructive tiger form would become a display.They have hundreds of ways to kill demons, maybe thousands of ways?He Yijiu smiled wryly, Han Lang could no longer help, who knows how long he can last in their hands?

How many can be killed, and if he can kill the old bastard, he will be paid back.

At this moment, the person in his arms moved slightly and opened his eyes.He Yijiu was overwhelmed with surprise, while repelling the approaching enemies with one hand, he said, "Ah Lang, are you alright?"

Han Lang was so angry that he coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty, then turned his eyes to see the battle situation on the field, and struggled to get up. "Don't move," He Yijiu hurriedly said, "I'll do it!"

"They have a Daolu Division..."

"I know," He Yijiu patted him on the back, "Can you still persist?"

Han Lang nodded.

"That's good!"

The next moment, the earth-shattering roar of the tiger came, and the demonic aura filled the air, scattering the nearby crowd.He Yijiu's whole body swelled up, turning into a tiger in an instant, while Han Lang lay on his back, clutching his neck tightly, biting his lips so bloodless.

"Grab it firmly!" He Yijiu yelled, throwing his body into the enemy formation, opened his bloody mouth, and bit off the bodies of several people in front of him in one bite.The bloody scene greatly shocked the enemy's fighting spirit. The white tiger ran left and right in the enemy's formation almost recklessly. No one could stop him. The armor of the rebels seemed to him like paper. The survivors swept aside, tearing their bodies apart with their claws, biting them to pieces with their teeth.When the rain of arrows hit, he easily jumped up to dodge, and the strong wind brought along made everyone blindfolded, and could only stagger and fall back.

The rebels looked at the monster with fearful eyes, He Yijiu tore apart the group of miscellaneous soldiers who were in the way, and rushed towards He Dimu.However, the Taoist priests of the Daolu Department blocked his way. They formed a circle and the ground shone slightly under their feet.

"Fuck your grandma!" He Yijiu still had time to curse back, but he didn't dare to stay, and pulled away.The golden light radiated in front of his eyes, and it was the brilliance that once trapped his footsteps, which made him dare not neglect at all.

Now the two sides were in a stalemate, He Yijiu was worried about the power of the formation, so he only dared to linger outside.Although the rebels had been suppressing their fear and attacking him, their swords, guns and arrow rain were like mosquitoes in the way, quite annoying, but did not cause considerable damage.

"A-Lang!" He Yijiu evaded the Taoist's spell while tearing apart the enemy soldiers who were chasing him, "If you still have the strength, think of a way!"

"I'll try my best!" Han Lang gritted his teeth. He was burned by the magic circle just now, and his evil spirit was directly scattered. Now it is very difficult to gather his strength again.As long as one moves, the internal organs are in severe pain like spasm.But he still managed to cast a spell, and black mist emerged layer by layer in the midair, turning into countless palm-sized owls, flying straight towards the enemy formation.

Han Lang aimed at no other place, but the formation of the Taoist priest.Being disturbed by him like this, the opponent's formation lost its effect, He Yijiu rushed forward, swung his sharp claws, and slashed at the nearest Taoist priest with one claw.

The poor Taoist priest turned into flesh, while He Yijiu's nails were deeply embedded in the ground. When he grabbed it hard, countless terrifying gullies appeared on the ground instantly, tearing the formation in two.The rest of the Taoist priests hurriedly chanted mantras. Seeing that the situation was not good, He Yijiu immediately pulled out and jumped out.Han Lang added a spell at the right time, and another group of owls emerged, pouring into the Taoist team like raindrops.

After just two blows, Han Lang was so tired that he was covered in cold sweat and almost collapsed.Of course He Yijiu could feel his tiredness, and couldn't help but said, "If you can't do it, don't force it!"

As soon as the words came, there was another group of rebels chasing after them. What greeted them was a roar of tigers with all their strength. The sound was so loud that it could be heard in a radius of ten miles. There were even trees bending and stones flying nearby. The enemy in front of him trembled like a lightning strike, and fell to the ground bleeding from his seven orifices.

Even Han Lang was so shaken by the whistling that his head was buzzing, and he almost couldn't grab He Yijiu's neck, so he couldn't help but slapped He Yijiu on the back of the head: "Don't yell, it's so noisy! !"

"Hahahaha," He Yijiu couldn't help but burst out laughing, "It looks like you're in good spirits!"

They turned around and saw that He Dimu was already standing in the enemy's formation commanding the attack without changing his face, and he didn't seem to have any fear of their resistance.He really deserves to be the founding general of Shuiqi, who never messed up in times of crisis.He Yijiu thought coldly.Under He Dimu's order, the enemy formation as a whole was still in order. Now they no longer ventured close to He Yijiu, but retreated to the rear, trying their best to protect the Taoist priests of the Dao Lu Division.

In this way, He Yijiu's attack did not show an advantage, but he was chased by the Taoist's magic and dodged hastily.The more He Yijiu ran, the more he hated his teeth, and he really wished that Dao Lusi would be pulled out and killed directly.Han Lang didn't pay attention for a while, he stood up and looked around, and then suddenly squeezed He Yijiu's fur: "Oops--"

He Yijiu turned his head sideways and asked, "What?"

"They are rearranging the formation. I have seen that formation—they are going to invite Liu Ding Liujia again!"

"Damn!" He Yijiu immediately threw his back, but was blocked by the rebels again, "As for what, I recruited gods twice for us two little monsters!"

The familiar sound of chanting sutras came again, and the golden light in front of my eyes grew brighter, like the rising sun.He Yijiu wanted to rush into the enemy's formation several times to destroy their spells, but he was repeatedly stopped outside.It was already difficult for Han Lang to cast spells, and he was interrupted by the severe pain in his body every time he practiced. He kept trying, until finally he even vomited blood, and the black mist that had just gathered in his hands dissipated before it took shape.

He Yijiu was so distressed that he couldn't help saying, "Don't use it! I'll find a way!"

But that being said, he is helpless now.The golden light in front of them had already turned night into day, and what made them even more terrified was that a figure had already appeared in the formation, and as the Taoist priests chanted, there were even bursts of thunder in the air, like rolling wheels ,Getting closer.

"It's such a big show," Han Lang choked out a mouthful of blood, and said weakly, "I didn't expect that little monsters like us who have no serious cultivation can experience a thunder disaster."

Inspired by the sight, the rebels became more vicious in their attacks.The city was full of gold, and the sky was full of thunder, when suddenly a thunderbolt struck, He Yijiu dodged in embarrassment, the sizzling charcoal on the ground was only a few inches away from his body.

"Be careful!" Han Lang shouted.I saw several thunderbolts falling on them like sharp knives flying down.He Yijiu ran wildly, dodging left and right, the more he dodged, the more late he was.Tianlei aimed directly at them this day, and followed closely behind. He was hit on the tip of his tail, and his hair was burnt bald immediately, followed by another one on his hind leg.

After eighteen thunderstorms passed, they found a moment of respite.He Yijiu was so tired that he was out of breath, he turned around and licked the wound.Han Lang saw that his right leg was bloody and bloody, and the old wound was newly wounded, and his heart ached.But He Yijiu smiled indifferently: "You caught it well, you still have to run away later."

The thunder in the air became louder and louder, almost directly above the head, and it was inevitable.Han Lang cast the spell again, but it still ended in failure. Suddenly, his body lightened, and He Yijiu put his clothes back on the ground.

"what are you doing?!"

But He Yijiu didn't say a word, his body was tightly blocked above Han Lang, and his four sharp claws were firmly embedded in the ground.The thunder was getting louder and louder, as if it could be reached.Han Lang fully understood what He Yijiu wanted to do, he wanted to block the thunder!

"Crazy!" Han Lang roared.He Yijiu had no time to take care of him, so he glanced at him, and suddenly saw that Han Lang didn't stay under him obediently, but ran out staggeringly. "You little bastard!" He Yijiu was so angry that he lowered his head and wanted to catch the disobedient Han Lang back, but Han Lang moved so fast that he picked up two longbows that had been left on the ground, and then grabbed one. An arrow rests on the bowstring.

"you--"

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to pull the bowstrings of the two bows, but Han Lang almost gritted his teeth and pulled them into a full moon.He felt that all the muscles in his body were screaming, and his meridians were so painful that they seemed to be broken.The next moment, the arrow flew out, heading straight for the enemy.The power of the two bowstrings made the arrows like lightning, twice as fast as usual, and hit a Taoist priest's neck directly before the thunder fell!

The formation is messed up.

No one expected that at such a tense moment, someone could shoot back arrows.Affected by this, Tianlei did not fall for a long time.Han Lang turned around and ran like He Yijiu, who hurriedly put him back on his back, and hurriedly said, "You bastard!"

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you still doing in a daze! Run!"

He Yijiu turned around and ran, but the enemy formation was more chaotic than expected, the golden light in front of his eyes disappeared, and the thunder in the sky disappeared instantly.How is this going?Both of them were a little puzzled, only hearing countless panicked roars from behind, He Dimu said: "What's going on! Why didn't you pursue it!"

Another Taoist hurriedly said: "No, no, the God of Liujia is gone, for some reason--"

He Yijiu subconsciously slowed down, and suddenly a gust of wind hit his face, and a layer of ice formed on the ground in an instant.This terrifying but familiar scene made Han Lang hold He Yijiu's fur tightly, and couldn't help but said, "Could it be..."

"The task is complete, let's go back to the heaven." A voice in the Taoist team laughed.

"How is this possible, obviously these two monsters are still--"

"Because the poor Taoist told them, you can get the hell out," the man laughed louder and babbled, making people itch with hatred, "You bastards, you were distracted by two beasts, and finally even one Even the magic circle can't be controlled, you guys, it's so useless."

"Do you know what's going on, Pindao has been among you for a long time, just waiting for this moment. It's fun, isn't it?"

Then, Qinglian appeared in mid-air, and the cold wind floated, and the nearby enemies instantly fell into Qinglian Hell—the internal organs were completely torn apart by the ice, turned out from the inside out, frozen like a terrifying ice sculpture.

Shen Minggui jumped out from the enemy formation, his body fell down like a feather, and landed firmly on He Yijiu's back.However, He Yijiu turned his head and bit, as fast as lightning, Shen Minggui didn't have time to react for a while, and a piece of his clothes was torn off.

"Oh, this annoying beast," he no longer approached the two of them, but floated beside them with a spell, beckoning to Han Lang, "Okay, brother Han, the battle has been won, your mount should run away .”

"Get out!" He Yijiu roared.

The opponent's team was already in chaos, and Qinglian and Shen Minggui, who came out suddenly, easily wiped out the panicked Taoist priests, and the remaining rebels no longer had the will to fight, and ran away in fright.It was indeed a long-lost victory, He Yijiu didn't stay any longer, and quickly ran out of the city with Han Lang on his back.

Then Shen Minggui floated beside them, but said with a leisurely smile: "Wait, let Pindao bring a souvenir—Qinglian!"

Qinglian rushed into the enemy's formation, grabbed He Dimu from the crowd, tied him tightly with several chains made of ice, and carried him back to several people.Han Lang glanced at it, only to see that He Dimu kept cursing and was still struggling.Seeing this, Shen Minggui raised his hand and beat him until He Dimu passed out, then he clapped his hands and said with a light smile, "Okay, let's return victorious."