A gust of strong wind blows, Wu Dahu's heart is awe inspiring. He grabs yuanxuan with his backhand and blocks the man's first move with a dagger.
The clear and crisp voice of fighting against each other echoed in the corridor. Wu Dahu did not know why the man suddenly made a move and did not know what the situation was now. But he knew that the man really wanted their lives!
Knowing that he couldn't help, Xuan could become Wu Dahu's weakness, so he hugged his waist very obediently so that he could spare another hand to resist the man's attack.
Wu Dahu, aware of the original Xuan's cooperation, is sure to put all his mind in front of the attack.
Although the man's moves are fierce, they lack of stamina. I don't know whether it's because of his physical strength or because this set of martial arts is just like this.
After experiencing the initial buffer, Wu Dahu gradually regained the initiative, knocked out the weapon in his hand with a loud "miso", grabbed his throat with his backhand, put a dagger in his throat, and said in a deep voice, "don't move!"
Failure seemed to be an unacceptable situation for the man. He ignored the dagger in his throat and, like a child, covered his face and cried bitterly.
This situation is obviously not what Wu Dahu wants to see. He frowns and says, "say! who are you? Where is the son? Did he ask you to kill us? "
The man raised his head blankly. I don't know if he didn't hear the question of big tiger. He murmured: "no way. How can this happen? Are the people outside so fierce? The son saved me, sobbing... "
seeing that he broke away his hand and groped forward, Wu Dahu looked around and saw that the range he could see was no more than one meter, so he had no choice but to follow the man behind him and move on.
It's really a headache. Winning is no different from not winning. I can only passively accept all the situations.
Fortunately, after a few turns, a light suddenly appeared in front of them, which seemed to be a door.
The tiger immediately pushed the unknown door forward.
The strong light made the eyes uncomfortable for a period of time, but Wu Dahu tried to endure the pain and tried to look around with his eyes open.
It's very wide, so wide that it can accommodate thousands of people, but it's very empty. Only a few people do things around them. When they see them, they just take a cursory glance, and then lower their heads to do things, as if their two fresh faces do not pose a great threat to them.
No one paid any attention to them. The skinny man on the ground continued to cry. Everything seemed so ridiculous.
Wu Dahu cleared his throat and took the initiative to say, "who is the saint son Muye?"
After hearing this sentence, those people pause and look at each other. They seem to be communicating in silence whether to pay attention to Wu Dahu.
A rush of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind the door on the other side, and then a thin looking teenager strode out. When he saw Wu Dahu, he seemed to suddenly think of something and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's you! And you, you're here. There's no time. Come with me
He came over and looked at Wu Dahu and Yuanyuan Xuan carefully. When he noticed the scalpel on Yuanyuan Xuan's hand, his sight stayed for a moment. Then he waved to them and urged in a hurry: "hurry up!"
The crying man on the ground saw the boy, and his cry suddenly became bigger and howled: "Holy Son! They bullied me! You're going to avenge me
When Wu Dahu heard the word, his hair suddenly stood up. He glanced warily at the young man and murmured: "this is the son..."
the wooden leaf waved his hand behind him at will. The howling man's voice stopped suddenly. Wu Dahu's forehead moved. When he saw the stone the size of a carapace on the ground, his mood was obscure.
His martial arts are... Above himself.
Seeing that Muye has already stepped forward, Xuan is afraid that he can't find the trace of song QingHan. He subconsciously takes a look at Wu Dahu and catches up with him.
Wu Dahu also did not delay too long time, quickly followed up, stretched out his hand to protect the original Xuan behind him.
After turning left and right, Muye opened a curtain and said, "here we are."
As soon as he entered the room, Wu Dahu's eyes lit up and said, "Xiaohan!"
Yuan Wenxuan seems more excited, directly from Wu Dahu's back around, rushed into song QingHan's arms.
Song QingHan reached out and touched the head of the original Xuan. After seeing him excited, he raised his head in embarrassment and opened the distance between himself and calmly said, "you are coming."
Wu Dahu sensitively noticed something wrong in his tone. After carefully examining his body, he frowned and said, "what's the matter with you? Are you hurt? "
Xuan seems to have been reminded, hastily stretched out his hand to the cold pulse of the Song Dynasty.
Although song QingHan shook his head, he did not shake off yuanxuan's hand. He calmly said, "no, I woke up here, and then chatted with the son. Now he is helping him do the experiment."Wu Dahu couldn't hear the emotion in his words, so he had to feel guilty and say: "it's because I didn't prepare well at night, and even let him put the overpowering drug..."
after listening to it for so long, Muye finally made a sound. After a sneer, he shook his head innocently, and said in a long voice: "it's useless for you to be prepared. What I want will fall into my hands sooner or later."
Seeing his arrogant attitude, Wu Dahu frowned and said, "what do you want? Can we go after we give it? "
Unexpectedly, Muye casually pointed to song QingHan and Yuanyuan Xuan, as if talking about the weather, and said naturally: "I originally only wanted one, now it seems that two are good, as for you, help yourself."
Wu Dahu's body leans forward and seems to be in conflict with the wood leaves.
Song QingHan grabbed his arm and whispered, "he won't hurt us. Live here first."
Muye chuckled again, but this time he didn't look up and didn't speak. I don't know whether he was laughing at Song QingHan's words or Wu Dahu's attempt to attack him.
Seeing that song QingHan's attitude was so firm, Wu Dahu felt strange, but he relaxed his body and stood quietly behind him, forming a protective posture.
In the middle of her busy life, Muye waved to song QingHan, frowned and asked, "how do you connect here?"
Song QingHan took out a mask from nowhere, quickly put it on his nose and mouth, and walked towards the direction of the wood leaf.
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