The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The ink burned silently.

If it weren't for this big dream, he wouldn't have known that there was such a shocking fear hidden deep in his heart, fear of Chu Wanning's death, fear of questioning his teacher's ignorance, fear of this whole life, in fact, it was just himself Huangliang Yimeng.

He lowered his head, wondering whether it was the effect of the cold water that broke the dream, or other reasons.

He felt cold and shivered.

Chu WanNing stood up from the ground.There are too many eyes here, and he and Mo Ran can't have a more intimate move, not to mention that Mo Ran kept hugging him and calling his name in the nightmare.If he hadn't tried his best to restrain him, he would have been crushed to the ground by Mo Ran in front of everyone—although none of this happened in the end, but Mo Ran's emotions were so intense that he didn't know how many people around him had noticed it. Strange clue.

Chu Wanning slowly got up, sat for a long time, and her legs and feet were numb.

Xue Meng raised his hand subconsciously, but for some reason, he didn't come forward to help him in the end.Shi Mo stretched out his hand and said softly: "Master, take it easy."

Lowering the eyelashes, Chu Wanning didn't talk much, and didn't explain. He just took off the already scattered robes, and the white clothes fluttered and fell on Mo Ran's shoulders.

"Put it on, and wait until the coldness of the medicine disappears before returning it to me."

Mo Ran didn't dare to look at him too much, and whispered: "Yes, Master."

The others were carefully inspecting the scene in the hall, or checking to see if there were any hidden weapons, and they all dispersed.Xue Zhengyi asked Mo Ran a few words, saw that his nephew was safe, patted him on the shoulder, and strode towards the place where the masters were.

Xue Meng didn't leave, and when the crowd went away, he suddenly leaned over, looked around, then suppressed his voice, and howled angrily: "What did you dream about just now?"

Ink burning: "..."

Xue Meng gritted his teeth: "I'm asking you something."

"It's all just a dream."

"That's what you think in your heart!" The light in Xue Meng's eyes was a little messy, and he was extremely anxious, "What are you thinking? Are you... are you..."

"I dreamed that I killed someone." Mo Ran trembled slightly because of the bone-chilling cold, and his lips were blue and white. "I dreamed that I killed the master."

"you--!"

"There's nothing else..."

Xue Meng's lips whispered, as if he wanted to ask something again, but listening to Mo Ran just now, it didn't seem like a lie, but he said that he dreamed of killing the master...

Not to mention that Mo Ran respects the teacher now, I don't know why there is such a fear, but just now he hugged Chu Wanning tightly, with that look-is it what an apprentice should have?Is there something more?A little more... Xue Meng didn't dare to think about it anymore.

It seems that one step forward is the abyss.

The strength of the medicine gradually dissipated, Mo Ran slowly stood up from the ground, Xue Meng hesitated for a while, and still supported him.

The ink burned: "Thank you."

Then he looked at the monks walking ahead: "Is anyone else fascinated by the incense?"

"No more, only you, you ran too fast." Xue Meng was still preoccupied, but at last his emotions were not as intense as they were at first, "The moment we entered the palace, Jiang Xi noticed what kind of eighteen ghosts we ordered here. fragrance."

"...not eighteen ghosts, but nineteen layers of hell."

"Anyway, it's this thing, the name doesn't matter." Xue Meng said, "He did the dispersal, and we will come in again, and it will be fine." He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, "But this is also a coincidence, if just now If there is any more trouble, it will be troublesome.”

"What do you mean?"

"You walked fast and didn't see it. On our way to Tiangong, several poisonous snakes suddenly sprang out from the rattan basket carried by Nangong Liu. Many people were bitten when they couldn't dodge. Those people were all resting in place , can’t move around. The poison of the snake is extremely poisonous, Jiang Xi originally let us go first, and stayed there to remove the poison for them, and then followed after the removal.... If this is the case, I am afraid that everyone who arrives at the Heavenly Palace will be killed. Recruited." Xue Meng said, "He is such a bottle of dream-breaking cold water, but he really can't save so many people."

Mo Ran vaguely felt that something was wrong, and asked: "Then why didn't he stay there to remove the poison for everyone?"

"He had a young apprentice who said he could solve it, so Jiang Xi left his apprentice there and came up with us first."

Mo Ran's brows wrinkled deeper.

He followed the backs of Gu Yueye's group of people, and wandered around the crowd, but he didn't find the figure he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi's apprentice can't detoxify this snake poison, then there are undoubtedly only two people left in the same place, one is Jiang Xi, and the other is Hua Binan.

"Where's Hua Binan?"

Xue Meng froze for a moment: "Do you doubt the cold scale master?"

"Just a question."

"There is nothing to doubt. Hua Binan himself was bitten, and he is meditating below. However, there is already a lot of poison in his body. He said that he can adjust his breath for a while, and he will come up and meet with us later."

Mo Ran's expression became even more gloomy.

The Cold Scale Sacred Hand was injured and unable to move, so the only one who could heal was Jiang Xi.It's also thanks to Jiang Xi's apprentice who happened to be able to detoxify the snake. If there was no such person, then Jiang Xi would still be detoxifying the injured monk at this moment.

When he comes up again, what will it be like in this ancestral hall?Can a bottle of dream-breaking cold water still save the situation?

"Xue Meng."

"Ok?"

"Be careful with Hua Binan."

As soon as these words fell, the ground suddenly shook, and then a dragon chant pierced the sky from afar, and came from outside the hall.

Someone was like a frightened bird, and said in horror: "What's going on? What was that movement just now?"

A more courageous monk said: "I'll go and have a look."

He quickly walked to the entrance of the hall, looked down, and also looked up to the sky, then turned around and said: "It's nothing, it should be just some occasional noises from this mountain, after all, it was transformed by the evil dragon spirit."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go back.

But at this moment, something grabbed his ankle suddenly.The monk lowered his head and saw a pale and pale hand.He didn't react for a while, and was still in the distance.

Xue Zhengyi has sharp eyes, but he has already shouted in the distance: "Be careful!!"

But it was too late, a dead body leaped up into the air, the body was wrapped in the Confucianism's helm, the eyes were blindfolded with a silk belt, and a sword pierced the monk's chest steadily and ruthlessly.

"I..." The monk opened his eyes wide in a daze, raised his hand and subconsciously touched the protruded long sword, then spit out a big mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and did not move anymore.

There was a bit of silence, and the ground rumbled again.Everyone looked outside the gate of the hall together, and saw a series of thick dragon tendons rising from the ground, piercing the clouds, and each bloody dragon tendon lifted and bound the body of a Confucianist disciple. From a distance, it looks like a dense swarm of bees gathered in mid-air, ready to rush into the hall at any time and smash everyone into a pulp.

Owner Ma screamed and covered his eyes: "My God, my God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Xue Zhengyi was so angry that he vomited blood, slapped him on the back of the head to make him shut up, and then shouted at everyone: "Go and close the gate of the palace! Damn, go and block the gate of the palace! Don't let them rush in !"

He said that he took the lead, facing the zombie who was staggering with a blood-dripping sword, swung his folding fan and knocked him out of the hall, kicked down the long rolling steps, and then grabbed the spirit stone gate on one side, Roaring to push it up.

But I don't know what happened to the door, it was easy to push from the outside, but it was as heavy as a rock when it was closed from the inside.Xue Zhengyong's veins burst out violently, but his strength was like a cow entering the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon's tendons, Xue Zhengyong scolded angrily: "What's going on? Didn't Nangong Changying seal them all just now? Shit, Jiaolong is disobedient! Do it against your master!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng also immediately ran to Xue Zhengyi's side to join hands, Nan Gongsi said: "It's useless! These two pieces of spirit stones were brought by my great-grandpa with four thousand porters, and it is impossible for you to move them alone. Got it."

Huang Xiaoyue was so angry that she was about to smoke, and cursed at the side: "Your great grandfather is really capable!"

But Nangong Si ignored him at all. Nangong Si said to a group of people who were trying their best to resist the hordes of zombies in the Confucianism Gate: "To close the gate from the inside, you have to pull the lock at the end. You should block it for a while, and I will open it." machine."

Xue Zhengyi danced an iron fan into a black shadow, and swung it over to fan three or four zombies who were approaching. The black blood immediately splashed all over the fan and landed on the words "Xue Lang is very beautiful", but these zombies also What a brave man. After rolling down the steps, he immediately got up again and continued to rush forward.

Xue Zhengyi turned his head and said: "Hurry up! There are more and more! I fucked,... What the hell is going on?"

Mo Ran summoned the hell, he knew that the gate of the palace was the last line of defense, so he simply rushed out to fight the group of zombies on the long steps.But the long steps are narrow, he can't use his full strength, and he has to be careful not to step on the air and fall to the nine-day sky, so it is very strenuous to fight.

He swept down a row of corpses that were about to climb up with a whip, but around him, more monsters were lifted up from the ground by the stinky dragon tendons. In the end, he was almost surrounded by enemies, and he was deeply trapped in the sea of ​​corpses and could not escape.

However, Mo Ran didn't intend to get away immediately. These zombies smelled their popularity. He stood here as the closest target. Almost all the dead bodies came to him in one direction.

The owner of Ma Zhuang shivered and hid behind Jiang Xi. At this time, he said with emotion: "Oh, Master Mo is really righteous, so brave, so brave."

Jiang Xi couldn't help but turned his head and said, "Aside from doing business, can you use it for other purposes?"

"What I know is all things that take time to study, such as formations, skills, weapon assembly and so on. I'm really not good at hand-to-hand combat..." Ma Zhuangzhu met Jiang Xi's cold eyes and choked. , hesitated for a while, and tentatively said, "How about... let me applaud you?"

Jiang Xi: "..."

But what this guy said is not bad. Each sect has its own strengths and weaknesses. In this kind of bloody battle blocking people, there are only a few people who can save their lives by rushing up. Others used to die. Jiang Xi can't get close either, the powder is useless to the corpse.

Xue Meng held the dragon city and stood at the entrance of the hall, staring at the black figure floating in the haze, seeing a blood vine rising from the ground, holding a high-ranking disciple of the Confucianism sect and rushing towards Mo Ran past.Xue Meng couldn't bear it any longer, he swung his sword and cut off the arm of the corpse, and then leaned back to back with Mo Ran, and cut off the twisting dragon tendon with another sword.

In an instant, there was a bloody rush!

Xue Zhengyi lost his voice and said: "Meng'er! Come back soon!"

"It's okay! I'm with him!"

It is self-evident who he is referring to.

Mo Ran turned his face to the side and said to Xue Meng: "You go back quickly, it is good to have me here, you are the second line of defense, I can't hold it anymore and you--"

"Shut up!" Xue Meng hummed the dragon city in his hand, and said in a bad mood, "Are you the number one in Lingshan, or am I the number one in Lingshan? Are you the young master of life and death, or am I the young master of life and death? You are amazing , or am I great?"

"..."

The ink burned his chest, he stopped talking, and focused on fighting Xue Meng back to back, and met the zombies that rose from all directions.

At this time, he suddenly heard the stone gates on both sides slamming, slowly closing towards the middle, Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Okay, it's moving! The door is about to close, you two, come back quickly! Come here!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng cooperated, the red light of hell and the red light of Dragon City danced into shadows, only to hear the clang, how many corpses fell to the sky, and the dragon's tendons spurted blood and broke.

They slowly approached the gate, and the gate closed little by little.

Xue Meng said: "You go in first."

The ink burned: "Go in together."

"..."

"Let's go! What are you still doing!"

Xue Zhengyi said anxiously inside: "Hurry up! Come back!"

The ink burned and pulled Xue Meng's skirt, Xue Meng said angrily: "You let go! Don't come to play this hero with me, you—"

"Who will play a hero with you? Let's go!" Mo Ran said, dragging Xue Meng with one hand, stepping on the stone steps with one foot, throwing the hell with his backhand, repelling a group of zombies who were about to rush up, and then with Xue Meng Moe swept towards the door together.

The door was only half closed, but in fact there was no rush at all. Mo Ran threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyi, leaning against the palace door, standing against the wind holding a vine whip that had burst from sparks, his brows were blazing, and he slowly retreated.

Suddenly, the two boulders that were closing together stopped.

Xue Meng was surprised: "Why didn't you move?"

He turned his head and saw Nangong Si with a pale face, coming out from behind the stone pillars of the Heavenly Palace surrounded by ten adult men, and said very gloomyly:

"The central shaft of the bracket was destroyed, and halfway through the closure, the chain broke and could not be reattached."

After Nangong Si finished speaking, she raised her hand, and in the scarred palm was holding half of the bronze lock, which was shaking.