blood fox

Chapter 221 Unwilling

I don't know what Ling Yuan is waiting for, but I know, since they asked me to do it, I will do it.

The signal bombs were lifted off one by one, and on the top of the mountain, Yun Miaoshi didn't laugh any more, instead of shouting.

But the sound of the long sword piercing through the air seemed to be starting to become weaker.

Knowing that the blood worm was drawn out, Yun Miao's corpse started to rush towards this side, and even the paper figurine led by Yuan Fei Po started to rush towards the pool.

But Yun Miao's corpse was blocked by Qin Yangyu, and when the paper figurine moved, there was the sound of Long Lanyuqin's coquettish drink, the sound of a heavy bell, the light of Buddha flickered, and Xuanxin, who had never appeared before, held a wooden fish in his hand. , stood beside Long Lan Yuqin, reciting scriptures in a low voice.

It seemed that with the sound of his wooden fish, those paper figurines with hideous faces immediately seemed to be restricted.

Instead of rushing towards the pool, they all rushed towards Xuan Xin and Long Lan Yuqin once again.

I could hear Xuan Xin's muffled cries of pain, and even the voice of chanting scriptures began to choke with crying.

But after Xuanming's death, Xuanxin seldom cried.

This little monk who grew up spoiled by Xuan Ming must be crying bitterly!

More and more flares went up into the air, and the Yunmiao corpse on the hillside seemed to be angry, and said heavily: "Smelly Taoist priest, even if you trap me with life fire, so what. Even if she traps the blood worm, you know what's behind me Is there anything else?"

There was a loud noise followed by Qin Yangyu's muffled groan.

And Yun Miao's corpse impatiently shouted in a low voice: "Since your heart is attached to Yun Miao, I'd like to pierce your heart to see if you have the common people in your heart, or only Yun Miao!"

My body sank in the blood worm, and my eyes danced when I heard this.

But Ling Yuan seemed to be counting something, and after a flare was lifted into the air, the hand that was pressing on the back of my head slightly loosened.

Press down along the back of my head little by little: "Okay, you go."

He seemed very happy, smiled at me, then squeezed the hand on the back of my head, and pulled something violently.

I only felt a pain in my neck, and then I was thrown out by Ling Yuan like a silkworm chrysalis emerging from its cocoon.

The sackcloth seemed to be separated from me in an instant, and under the remaining light of the signal flare, I saw Ling Yuan's figure flash and turn into the sackcloth.

Then it was instantly overwhelmed by blood worms!

As I was floating in the air, I felt my body tighten. Hu Yuhan's whole body was stained with blood, and with a twist of his tail, he hugged me in his arms.

He stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of wet clothes and wrapped me up: "That sackcloth was transformed by Ling Yuanjun's real body. All the blood worms felt your blood through the clothes, but they just got into the sackcloth and were trapped , did not enter your body."

As soon as her words fell, strands of blood stretched out from the blood worm.

Maybe it's because without Ling Yuan's control, the blood is floating around me, unable to enter my body.

And under the water pool submerged by the blood worms, a flame burst out from below in an instant, like a fiery lava rising from the bottom of the water pool, instantly enveloping the entire water pool.

The fire instantly surrounded all the blood worms, and the air was filled with the sound of scorching and the screams of the worms.

Also in this kind of firelight, the paper figurine was blown by the wind and made a rattling sound.

Xuan Xin was covered in blood, but he still held the wooden fish, letting the paper figurine scratch his body.

That little face, which had no milk fat in the first place, was stubborn and stubborn, so it didn't have the appearance of tender meat dangling from the previous poke.

Long Lan Yuqin's silver ornaments on her fine attire are running out, and her face is covered with frost.

In the woods on the hillside, countless foxes tangled together, and from time to time one raised its head and howled in pain.

I don't know if it's Hu Sanniang, the voice is similar, but the originally shiny and white fur will be full of blood, residual leaves, mud, and wounds from being bitten.

On the hillside close to the water pool, a blood-stained figure in tattered Taoist robe stood in front of Yun Miao's corpse holding a sword.

She no longer had the coquettishness she had seen a few times before, from time to time, she glanced at the pool of blood worms that were about to be burned, and stared at Qin Yangyu and rushed towards Qin Yangyu, just a paw.

Her sharp claws slid across, and I could see blood spraying, and there were strips of things sliding by.

Qin Yangyu shook the hand holding the sword, but still made a trick and stabbed at her.

On the sword light, there was a flickering cold light, directly blocking the way of Yun Miao's corpse.

But Yun Miaoshi turned his hand and slashed at Qin Yangyu's wrist: "Don't you hold a sword? I'll break your hands!"

In the pool, the flames were blazing, and the tips of the blood worms seemed to be elongated, making a shrill worm sound like summer.

Ling Yuan said to let me wait, but the wait turned out to be nothing more than that, he took my place.

Qin Yangyu said he wanted to tell me himself, and made a choice.

But he didn't say that the talisman he drew on my back prevented him from drawing thunder with blood.

He also didn't say that leaving Yaori, the Taoist treasure, would put him in danger.

Hu Yuhan quickly gathered a few foxes, and Shouquan led a few people from the task force, as well as Kong Qing, and they quickly gathered towards me, trying to escort me away.

From beginning to end, I was the one with the highest protection.

It wasn't Ling Yuan who sank into the pool of blood worms, nor the Xuan Xin who claimed to have come out of the Dragon Well, and it wasn't the Daoist Yang Yu.

It's always been me!

"Ling Yuanjun has already set the fox on fire, you have to leave first." Shouquan gave me a hand and watched Qin Yangyu step back step by step in the distance.

Zombie Yunmiao seemed to feel that the overall situation had been settled, and in a panic, he attacked Qin Yangyu's hands with both claws.

With his hands, he holds the sword, draws talismans, and seals seals.

But this time, he could already see blood dripping down his arms and sleeves in strips.

He was on the edge of the low cliff above the pool, and the blood fell into the raging fire below, sizzling.

"Go with Yunmiao on your back first!" Shouquan hurriedly took off his coat and put a cover over my head to protect me from the rain.

Her coat was also soaked, and it fell heavily on my head, pressing down on the sun and poking it down.

Hu Yuhan wanted to carry me away, but her body was covered with new wounds and old wounds, and she didn't pick her up. She said anxiously, "What about these bloody threads? If Ling Yuanjun didn't introduce her into her body, she wouldn't be able to hold it!"

I stood on the edge of this not-so-high cliff, looking at the strands of bloody strands blown by the wind, looking down at the raging fire in the pool, Xuan Xin and Qin Yangyu covered in blood, and the forest. Hu Sanniang wrestling with the fox corpse.

Something suddenly flashed in my mind, as if I had returned to the dream of the hospital. On the battlefield, wisps of blood flashed lightly, breaking armor and cracking gold in an instant.

I slowly raised my hand, stretching out my hand to roll the thread of blood floating in my eyes.

There seemed to be something buzzing in his head.

Looking at Yun Miao's corpse opposite Qin Yangyu, who was floating like a blood mist, with his hands drawn into sharp claws.

Not reconciled!

Why do all the sins come from her, but let me bear it.

The love and hatred, resentment and anger between her and Ling Yuan, and Zhi Lian are all falling on me.

What did I do wrong again!
With the blood thread wrapped around my finger, I felt the pain of being scorched in my finger.

But looking at Yun Miao's corpse, the image of Ling Yuan flicking his fingers flashed in my mind.

Flick!
I was originally unwilling, but this snap of the fingers.

But I saw the thousands of threads of blood floating in front of me, rushing towards Yun Miao's corpse on the opposite side.

The one that escaped from my fingertips instantly penetrated Yun Miao's chest.

She was repelled by a thread of blood in an instant, and looked at me in disbelief.

But the thousands of bloody threads that came later made her avoid it quickly.

But I just looked at Qin Yangyu's bloody arms through the firelight: "You can target me, but you can't target him, and you can't target them."

(End of this chapter)