With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

At this moment, Song Ze's thoughts were extremely clear.

Fu Xun used his body to protect him just now, and he could feel that his body was not seriously injured.

He could also feel the warm blood dripping down his face drop by drop.

In his vision blurred by the blood, he could see Fu Xun, whose face was covered in blood, smiling at him. He wanted to say something to him, but when he opened his mouth, blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

"Fu Xun."

His voice was hoarse, and his mouth was full of fishy salt.

Fu Xun was finally weak, and spoke out with difficulty: "Tell... Aunt Yu'er... and Third Uncle, I... I love them."

"Fu Xun." Song Ze panicked, wanted to get up, wanted to see how his injury was doing, wanted to treat his injury, but couldn't get up no matter what.

Fu Xun opened his arms to protect him, creating a small space for him to breathe.

He was crushed on his back by the overturned car.

All around.

Total darkness.

It was dead silent like hell.

All the vehicles seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Song Ze exhausted all his strength, turned his head to look to the side, but saw nothing, and with his last hope, he shouted: "Help, help, is there anyone? Help!"

answer him.

It is a biting cold north wind.

It is a lonely and desolate snowflake.

Song Ze's tears fell drop by drop, blurring the blood on his face, and he kept calling: "Help, help, help!"

As if answering his call.

A black figure suddenly appeared across the road.

Song Ze could only see a pair of black leather boots, men's, walking in his direction, approaching step by step.

He wanted to call for help, but his survival instinct made him choose to remain silent, holding his breath motionless, and watched the person who came over vigilantly.

step.

step.

The distance between that person and them is getting closer and closer.

Song Ze smelled the smell of killing blood on his body. It was the smell of a person whose hands were stained with countless blood. The closer he was, the stronger the murderous aura.

He closed his eyes, tried to calm himself down, listened to the man's footsteps, and quickly searched for a way to save himself in his mind.

He couldn't die, at least he couldn't die here. He died on the way to see Mommy. It's too bad that he died without even seeing Mommy for the last time.

The man arrived.

The man stopped.

The man raised the sword in his hand.

When Leng Sen's sword intent radiated out with murderous aura.

Song Ze suddenly opened his eyes and saw the appearance of that man. He was a tall man with a mask of ferocious fangs, so he couldn't see what he looked like.

"Little bastard, you're not dead yet!" The masked man sneered, raised the sword in his hand, and said in a cruel and murderous voice, "Then I'll see you off."

talking.

His sword directly aimed at the back of Fu Xun's heart, and stabbed it up.

"There is a lot of money and good luck."

Song Ze's fingers were flying fast and kneading the formula, holding the determination to die with the enemy, his dark eyes were cold, and he looked at him mockingly, word by word, clearly saying: "The wealth is rolling, good luck is coming. "

This is a summoning technique recorded in "Heaven and Earth Xuan Jue".

Mommy said it was a very tasteless thing, because she had tried countless times, but she had never successfully summoned anything. Great-grandfather, great-grandfather's grandpa, anyway, no one has succeeded in their ancestors for generations.

Summoning has a very weak and dishonest name, called: Super Invincible and Extremely Powerful Summoning.

Mantra: Say good things!

The man was stunned for a moment, and the sword in his hand seemed to be blocked by a huge force for a moment.

Seeing the effect, Song Ze spoke louder and louder in the direction of the void, condensing his painstaking efforts and breath in his dantian. At this moment, his immature voice, like thunder, was powerful and majestic: "The wealth is rolling in, good luck abounds!"

The man didn't know what he was doing, he just looked at him with the eyes of a dead man.

The next moment.

His sword was split in two from the middle by a powerful force that appeared out of thin air. The moment it broke, golden light scattered.

The golden light grew bigger and bigger, gradually turned red, and condensed into a blood-like bright red, condensed into a person, and the ethereal voice was a little erratic: "My boy, is it you who are calling me?"

Song Ze saw a figure in red, elegant and unrestrained, with his back turned to him, leaving only the back of his head, before he could speak.

The masked man looked warily at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, took a step back, and asked, "Who are you?"

This person gave him the feeling that he didn't have the aura of a strong man at all. He looked like an ordinary person, but he was dressed in red, which was a bit flirtatious.

But he knew that with such an evil and weird way suddenly appearing in front of his eyes, how could he be just an ordinary person who cut off his sword in some unknown way!

"You summoned me, what do you need me to do?" The red figure didn't seem to see his existence, and asked Song Ze.

Song Ze's eyes were bloody, pointing at the masked man, he said word by word, "Kill him."

His voice just fell.

I didn't see any movement of the man in red who was only showing the back of his head.

The figure of the masked man suddenly distorted, screaming in horror, stuck in his throat, and with a bang, the whole person exploded, and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered everywhere.

He didn't know until his death what kind of monster he encountered. He was a mid-level master who came out to deal with two little beasts. Not to mention his ability to fight back, he didn't even have time to shout, so he died as a coward.

Song Ze watched the man turn into a pool of flesh and blood, his eyes filled with joy, he looked at the man's back, and said, "Uncle, thank you."

The man was ethereal and transparent, he laughed wantonly and said, "Little thing, it has been more than 1000 years, and you are the first person to summon me. I am very happy, and I allow you to make another request to me."

Song Ze's eyes lit up, and he looked at the back of his head with gratitude: "Then please rescue us, Fu Xun is seriously injured, I want to show him the injury."

The man in red flicked his sleeves casually, his movements were casual and unrestrained, and he was naturally chic.

The car on Fu Xun's body flew up with a bang, and rolled over on the ground two meters away from them.

Song Ze felt that he could finally breathe out, and carefully hugged Fu Xun who was protecting him, and let him lie on his back on the ground, when he wanted to say thank you to his savior again.

The figure of the fairy-like man in red has gradually blurred, and his voice has gradually become erratic: "Little thing, you are very good, remember to come out to play with me."

"who are you?"

Song Ze asked loudly.

Mommy said that if you receive favors from others, you must repay them. This is called repaying favors.

"Song Beixuan!"

Every word of that person was full of arrogance.

Song Ze watched him disappear, and heard his wanton laughter disappear, so he repeated: "Song Beixuan."

Done.

There was no time to think about his affairs, but he took out the silver needle on his finger, tore off Fu Xun's clothes, and used acupuncture to temporarily stop his bleeding.

at the same time.

The top floor of a tall building about a kilometer across the road.

A pale and weak, handsome and elegant man, sitting lazily on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand, through the video, the onlookers watched everything from the car accident until now.

He suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, with an evil and ghostly smile: "As expected of the seed of the Fu family, as expected of the child raised by her."