The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

Chapter 32 Beauty becomes a hero

"That's enough, shut up." Jiang Jinxi scolded in a low voice.

Ning Ning shrugged indifferently, but Yan Wumei jumped up and down anxiously, "Elder brother, go and save Zhiyu..."

"Are you lame?" Ning Ning roughly shook his head from side to side, and said sadly: "Didn't you see the masked men on both sides? You can't hold a few of them, but who can beat a hundred or so of them? proceed if you can!"

Yan Wumei, a reckless man, came up. Just as he was about to rush over, Jiang Jinxi grabbed his neck. His voice was calm but he could hear the murderous intent, "Wumei, what stupid thing do you want to do? I advise you to think twice before you act."

Yan Wumei, who was displeased with Jiang Jinxi's touch, pulled his hand away with a look of disgust and hummed: "Elder brother, being courageous but not wise is a reckless man, being wise but not courageous is a coward. Zhiyu suffered this humiliation, Who can bear it?"

His gaze touched Ning Ning, who was watching the show. Yan Wumei looked away in embarrassment, and then looked into the eyes of Qu Qiubai, who had an indifferent expression. He looked away inexplicably irritated, and when he saw the burning fire in Shaojiu's eyes, Yan Wumei completely Turned off.

Very good, except for him, no one sincerely wants to save Zhiyu.

Humph, he can do it alone.

Yan Wumei's spiritual power surged around his body, breaking through Jiang Jinxi's confinement, until the afterimages formed a line, and he shouted loudly: "Zhiyu, I'm here to save you."

Ning Ning silently held her forehead, second-rate?Just save people, why should you shout?Are you afraid that people won’t know that you are here to save people?
As expected, the one hundred and ten masked men formed a square formation and were able to block the hot-blooded Yan Wumei with ease, with the same disdain in their eyes.

"Junior Sister Ning, hide well, let's... go rescue Junior Sister Yu and Junior Brother Yan." Qu Qiubai said with a rarely seen sullen look in his eyes, and quickly blocked the masked man's attack, and kicked Yan Wumei into the magic circle. , thunder light flashed, Yan Wumei stood up slowly with an afro on his head, exhaling black smoke, "Qu Qiubai."

The sound squeezed out from between his teeth was forgotten by everyone. Yan Wumei attacked the magic circle alone. He was tied into a rice dumpling and wrapped around his mouth, becoming a toy for the lightning in the magic circle.

Whoever sees you, don’t say hello.

Ning Ning silently touched the tower, put her hands together, gestured with the distance, and transformed a spiritual arrow, aiming at the hemp rope in Yu Zhiyu's hand.

An arrow was shot, and blood spurted out from Yu Zhiyu's delicate forearm. She screamed quickly and suddenly fell asleep.

Tsk, it was shot crookedly!
Ning Ning, who was holding the railing with only her eyes exposed, received two death stares. She smiled in embarrassment and immediately buried her head. Except for her hands that were holding on to the railing, she couldn't see a single star.

After steadying her mind, Ning Ning once again concentrated her spiritual arrows and aimed at the hemp rope with all her concentration. The right time, place and people were all present, so she was extremely confident that she would never miss.

Who could have expected that the catkins suddenly stretched out from behind and rested on her shoulders. She shuddered and missed her shot again. The spiritual arrow hit Yu Zhiyu's shoulder. It could be said that it hit nowhere.

Ning Ning was so cowardly that she crouched down, not daring to look at the murderous sight outside. She didn't mean it, would anyone believe it?
Frustrated, she suddenly turned her head and saw the weak Zhong Luo. She cried out in surprise, "Sister Zhong, what are you doing here? You dare to come out even though you are unable to move, so you are not afraid..."

Zhong Luo smiled softly, "I was worried about you, so I came here. Did it drag you down?"

"No." Ning Ning pulled Zhong Luo away from the subtle spiritual power fluctuations, shook her hand, and said warmly: "Sister Zhong, if you leave here, nothing will happen to me. If you are here, I will be fine." Heartfelt."

After saying that, Ning Ning pushed Zhong Luo to the stairs and put the talisman given by Qiu Wanluo into her hand, "Sister Zhong, let's go quickly."

A blast of energy hit them. In an instant, the solid tall building was cut in half. Ning Ning fell down and landed hard on the edge of the crack. She endured the pain and grabbed Zhong Luo, who was falling, and her arms were slowly pressed. The sharp edge caused her to groan.

Zhong Luo panicked and wanted to open her fingers and shouted: "Quick, let me go, don't..." hurt herself. "Sister Zhong, don't move." Ning Ning grabbed Zhong Luo tightly and raised the corners of her mouth bitterly, "If you move again, I won't be able to save my arm."

Zhong Luo raised her head in horror, and drop after drop of liquid fell on her face. The strong smell of blood slowly floated in. Water mist condensed in her lifeless eyes, and her sad and sorrowful tears washed away the blood on her face.

"No, no, don't let anything happen again." Zhong Luo murmured, and gentle and vigorous light burst out from her body, illuminating the entire ruins.

Ning Ning was so blinded by the light that she couldn't open her eyes. The pain in her arms gradually subsided. Zhong Luo's voice came to her ears, "Sir, I won't let anything happen to you."

The light gradually dimmed, and Ning Ning looked down. The torn wound had healed, and the wood rubbing against her arm was smooth and delicate, and would not hurt her at all.

Zhong Luo opened her eyes blankly and murmured: "You will be fine."

Ning Ning collapsed, "Sister, you have this ability, why don't you come up first? I won't be able to hold on anymore."

Hearing this, Zhong Luo was stunned, as if she had never thought of such a method. She said with a look of shame: "It is better for you to let me go and one person escape than for both of them to die."

Ning Ning suppressed her blush and tried to pull her up with her last strength, shouting: "I, Ning Ning, can't do such a thing, sister, just move your legs! Don't just rely on my strength, everything will be ruined." !”

Zhong Luo stepped on the smooth section unskillfully, and a hibiscus flower pattern appeared on her chest, which shattered into several pieces. She suddenly vomited a large pool of blood, and her whole body lost strength.

Ning Ning was caught off guard, and she was almost dragged into the wreckage by Zhong Luo. After she managed to stabilize herself, she howled like a ghost, [Xiaoyou, help! 】

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was no response from the flashing red Nether Pearl. Apart from Ning Ning's helpless shouts, there was only the floating red air, which was continuously sucked into the Nether Pearl.

Ning Ning was so desperate that she held on to the falling Zhong Luo, with tears streaming down her face, Ma De, why hasn't Xiaoyou woke up yet?
Ning Ning's whole body was torn apart by the Gang Qi, which was even more terrifying than the previous Gang Qi. She fell into the collapsed ruins. Blood mist bloomed in the air. Her scarred hands tightened around Zhong Luo's waist, and she lay on her back. Lying on top of the ruins.

The things in front of her began to blur, and Ning Ning muttered, "Xiaoyou, if you don't wake up, your master will become a heroic spirit."

She was severely injured and was hit in the middle of the chest by the falling beam. The blood spurted out was stuck in her throat. She rolled her eyes in frustration, tilted her head, and fainted.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Nether Pearl was restless, the dazzling red light enveloped the two people, and the indigo vortex swallowed them up. After a while, they disappeared.

Two figures rushed over in panic, their shrill shouts rising into the sky.

"Sister."

"Laurel."

A small bamboo house stands in the sea of ​​flowers, with abundant spiritual energy floating in the air, nourishing every flower, and the human-shaped flower spirit condenses on the flowers and green leaves.

The two figures gradually gathered next to the bamboo house. They healed the bloody wounds with gentleness. They worked together to bring the spiritual spring and carefully fed it into their dry lips.

(End of this chapter)