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Chapter 33 Cutting Weeds Needs Roots!

Seeing Sikong's disheveled hair and thin figure, Shangliang's pupils shrank, and he quickly compared it with his memory.

"It's you! The waiter!"

Hearing the words, Dao Scar seemed to understand something, but looked at Sikong with a little more coldness.

Sikong turned a blind eye to Scar's gaze, or in other words, he had already expected this scene.

In the beginning, he really wanted to make friends with Scar and the others sincerely and become the Poison Wolf Star Bandit.

However, in Sikong's eyes, Scar is old, depressed, indecisive, standing on the cusp of the storm, yet he still wants to retire!
That being the case, Sikong will help him decide!

Plant the blame and make him completely break with the connector!

No matter what the outcome is, Dao Scar and the others will not be able to stay away from this pot of dirty water if they messed with them. There is only one way to go to the end.

Looking at Shangliang's bleeding wound, no matter how he contracted and controlled his muscles, strands of blood flowed from his shoulder, and the supply of white blood cells decreased slightly.

Sikong said nothing, his breath was like the sea, his eyes were steady, and he walked towards the seriously injured Shangliang step by step.

The blood wine was indeed not poisonous.

After all, Shangliang is a second-level maintainer, and his ability to control the breath of his body is far from comparable to one-dimensional. Ordinary poisons can't hide his sense of smell at all.

Sikong is a human being, not a god.

Although he has always been cunning and full of ghostly ideas, but his manpower is limited, and he can't call out the poison that only a "poison master" can call out, and even his knowledge of medicine and plants is extremely weak.

What was added to the wine was just the saliva of the frightened bird, which was slightly corrosive.

But this saliva is a cocktail: the main ingredient of 'Jing Feng Yan Ji'.

This wine does not use alcohol to anesthetize the nerves, but reduces blood oxygen and blood viscosity, reducing the energy supply of blood to the human body, so as to achieve the effect of ecstasy and drunkenness.

Even, from a certain point of view, it is a natural anesthetic.

Therefore, after drinking the blood wine, Shangliang only felt that the blood wine tasted unique and delicious, and even aroused his collection addiction.

The Jingfengniao saliva used by Sikong does not have much saliva, so the effect is not strong, and it can only slightly slow down the healing speed of Shangliang's wound.

But life and death fight, only fight for the front line!
This line determines Shangliang's life and death!

'thump! '

Suddenly, the sickness and madness on Shangliang's face disappeared, and he knelt down powerlessly on the ground, begging Sikong for mercy one after another: "Forgive me, forgive me..."

Sikong remained silent, his aura was like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

Seeing Sikong's attitude, Shangliang moved his body and kowtowed to Dao Scar one after another: "Xiaodao, Xiaodao, I am Yafu, I watched you walk all the way, and I saved you back then! Help me ,help me……"

Seeing this, Scar's fierce eyes moved slightly, as if recalling the past.

Shangliang coughed violently, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with internal organs, looked at the scar miserably, and said in a low voice, "Small knife..."

Scar closed his eyes wearily, and said softly, "Sikong, let him live."

Sikong turned a deaf ear and walked straight to Shangliang.

"I said, don't kill him!"

Suddenly, Scar was like an enraged lion, furious, and glared at Sikong fiercely.

Sikong stopped suddenly, right in front of Shangliang's bowed head one after another.

"it is good."

Sikong turned around abruptly, his disheveled hair fluttering in the wind, under it, those blood-plum-like eyes were alluring and deep.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Upon hearing this, Shangliang coughed twice, clutching his wound tightly, like a lame old wolf, staggered to his feet, lowered his head and left slowly.

And in his lowered eyes, insidiousness and resentment were intertwined, almost oozing water!
Watching Shangliang walk away, Scar walked past Sikong tremblingly.

"Let's go."

Scar stopped and turned sideways.

Sikong and Scar were walking together in silence. At this time, the dusk was deep, and the mournful wind was howling, tearing the distant mountains hidden in the dark.

The strange tree was swallowed by the darkness, and a crow's mocking sound floated in the sky.

Walking to a place with a little more people, from time to time there are flying cars passing by the sky, leaving a roar.

Looking at the tall buildings not far away, Sikong seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh, yes, I left something behind, I have to go back and look for it."

Scar's pace stopped abruptly, like a silk tear, like a broken string.

Scar's eyes were calm, like a deep pool: "Do you really want to find that thing?"

Sikong nodded: "That's right, that thing is very important to me."

After a moment of silence, Dao Scar waved his hand in a disinterested manner, then continued walking silently, stumbling, and walked under the suspended streetlight.

Under the light, he seemed to have come to the light.

Sikong was only one step away from the light, but he turned back quickly without hesitation.

He, into the darkness.

'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...'

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, the cold wind hit Sikong's face, blowing his messy hair, and those blood plum eyes were extraordinarily bright!

Bloody footsteps walked away from the ruins step by step.

Following the trail, Sikong walked into a deserted forest, smelling the faint smell of blood from the tip of his nose.

In the low bushes, there was a section of broken vines lying on the ground, and occasionally even a corner of the internal organs could be seen on the vines.

The sound of heavy breathing entered Sikong's ears, the sound of breathing was very rapid, like pulling a bellows, he had to try his best to inhale oxygen.

Sikong lowered his body, his steps were light and slow, like a cheetah about to attack, his whole body's muscles were tense.

With the mental threshold restored to 6 points, Sikong has almost complete control over his body, so detailed that he knows the frequency of breathing and the weight of his steps.

The owner of that breathing sound seemed to have noticed Sikong, he was a little flustered, his breathing became heavier and he gasped and stopped.

'It's now! '

Sikong stepped forward, his fists were like cannonballs, shaking the bushes along the road into sawdust, flying up.

But, like a black snake, a vine that had long been lurking in Sikong's footsteps suddenly attacked and went straight to Sikong's heart!

It seems that Shangliang had expected that Sikong would go and come back, so he deliberately lurked here to lure Sikong to come!

There was a mocking smile on Sikong's mouth, he ignored the vine that was about to pierce his heart, but under Shangliang's startled gaze, he hit his head with the hammer!

Martial arts will!

The tyranny of Hundred Explosive Fist
The Freedom of Dragon Lifting Technique
Madness in the Cloak
The determination of two spears flying together

The gap between the cultivation classes made Sikong feel extremely dignified, as soon as he made a move, it was the most important hole card.

The four martial arts wills came out together, and under the control of Sikong's mind, which reached 6 points of mental threshold, it turned into a mental storm and rushed into Shangliang's mind!
Moreover, for some reason, the consciousness of these four martial arts is a bit more harmonious at this time, and there is a tendency to blend with each other after hard work!
Shangliang's mind was plunged into turbulent waves, and the will of the four martial arts was like a scourge, making waves in his mind.

'Is this a spiritual jade core? ! '

Shangliang's spiritual domain value far surpassed Sikong's, and he was not completely lost at this time. Shangliang bit the tip of his tongue, and saw that the person in front of him had cultivated an extremely rare spiritual jade core, and he was shocked and angry.

'I don't believe you are not afraid of death! '

Shouting from the bottom of his conscience, the vine directly pierced into Sikong's body, but at the moment it was about to pierce his heart, a sudden gravity made Sikong's body a little shorter out of thin air, and his internal organs were also squeezed together.

'Pfft! '

There was a muffled sound, and on Sikong's chest, there appeared a wound that was already piercing through, only a few millimeters away from the heart.

And in his hands, he held a bloody feather as thin as a hair.

'thump! '

Behind him, a head with dead eyes fell and rolled into the grass, dyeing the bushes red.

Between the head and neck, the wound was smooth and flat, as if it had been brushed by a blade...

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