Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The surrounding light was abnormally bright, and Zhao Xuehan squinted his eyes for a while before gradually getting used to it.He didn't know where he was in a trance, thinking about the study and people just now, wondering if he had a dream.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind mixed with a little fishy smell hit him. "Be careful!" a voice yelled and threw him down.

Zhao Xuehan lay face down in the grass.There was a person covering him, and that hard and crunchy feeling was very familiar.

"Why did you come out?" Yan Ke asked, his voice a little anxious.However, before Zhao Xuehan could answer, he hugged him and rolled on the ground.Zhao Xuehan saw where they were just now, and suddenly inserted a hand with a bluish-white color and exposed veins.

Zhao Xuehan looked up along his hands, and suddenly shivered with fright.Master Lu bared his teeth, grabbed the soil on the ground, and was looking at himself with his bloody black eye sockets.

"...wh...what's going on?" Zhao Xuehan's teeth were chattering, and he couldn't speak clearly.He looked around and found himself surrounded by Master Lu and his fellow monks again.Different from the last time, this time these people lost their eyes and walked crookedly, obviously looking like they had lost their lives.

Aren't they escorted back to the Jingming sect by other Taoist priests?How could it be so lingering?And suddenly turned into a corpse?

Yan Ke didn't answer him, but quickly pulled Zhao Xuehan up from the ground, and shielded him behind him again.He dodged the attack of the zombies coldly, but he never made a move, only leading Zhao Xuehan back.

Zhao Xuehan felt strange, he thought that if Yan Ke made a move, it would be no problem to chop these people into hundreds of pieces in an instant.But since he didn't move, he must have his own reasons.Zhao Xuehan knew that he was not capable, so he just stayed silently behind Yan Ke, trying not to cause trouble for him.

The zombie took a step forward, and they both took a step back.Until Zhao Xuehan's back foot touched a big rock, he turned his head and saw that Yan Ke and himself had come to a cliff, and there was no way out.

The zombie was still approaching, he looked at Yan Ke worriedly, Yan Ke looked calm. "When I count to three, you hug me and I jump out sideways," he whispered.Zhao Xuehan nodded.

The real Lu scratched Yan Ke's face with one paw, Yan Ke blocked it with his arm, and the zombie's nails dug into the flesh, Zhao Xuehan gasped when he saw it.

"One..." Yan Ke gritted his teeth and said, Zhao Xuehan quickly hugged Yan Ke's waist.

As Yan Ke's voice fell, a long sword suddenly shot out from the forest.The cold light of the blade flickered, and it cut off the head of Master Lu in an instant.

Before Master Lu could utter a cry, his body and head were separated. The sword shook in the air, and then it emitted multicolored light. The light was like a sword, and it projected to the surroundings.

For a moment, the rays of light shone, blood splashed everywhere, and the bodies of the zombies surrounding the two were cut off by the sword light, and they fell to the ground one after another, with a stench permeating the air.Yan Ke frowned, and drew a wind wall in the air, separating the sprayed blood from the two of them.

Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at the ground, and in just a moment, all the aggressive zombies were killed, lying on the ground in disorder.The black blood dyed the grass red, and after the sword restrained the light, it slowly stood up and flew back to the forest.

There was the sound of light footsteps trampling on the leaves. Zhao Xuehan followed the sound and saw Wen Tiandong, dressed in white, showing his figure under the thick shade of the branches and leaves.

Holding the sword that killed the zombie just now, seeing Zhao Xuehan looking at him, he smiled and greeted him, then returned the sword to the scabbard hanging on his waist, and at the same time looked at Yan Ke,

"Can't you even kill the dead of the Jingming sect?" He asked Yan Ke in a low voice.

Yan Ke shook his head slowly, raised his eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Looking for someone." Wen Tiandong answered briefly.

"Found it?" Yan Ke asked.

Wen Tiandong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly. "Found it," he said.Then he raised his head and shouted in the direction of the treetops: "Come out! It's all right."

The crown of the tree above Zhao Xuehan's head made a rustling sound, he was startled, and quickly jumped two steps away from the tree.

A small figure dressed in white appeared between the branches and leaves, jumped a couple of times and fell down, right in front of Wen Tiandong.

"Uncle Master!" The man on the ground shouted excitedly, and put his arms around Wen Tiandong's waist. "I thought I would definitely meet you!"

It was the boy in the town who scolded actors while watching a play.

Yan Ke's eyes darkened, and she took two steps back to protect Zhao Xuehan.The boy looked at Yan Ke, then glanced at the zombie on the ground, blinked, showing an aggrieved expression.

"I didn't make this zombie," he pursed his mouth, looked at Yan Ke and then at Zhao Xuehan with big innocent eyes, "I hid in the tree because I was afraid. Skill, how can you manipulate this thing?" He shook Wen Tiandong's hand, "Are you right, uncle?"

Zhao Xuehan hid behind Yan Ke, looking at the boy's face.Although the boy said he was afraid, all he could think about had nothing to do with zombies.After reading his hundreds of words, "Uncle Master is really a god descending from the earth, Yushu Linfeng, Fengshen Junxiu, Tianzi national beauty, handsome... Uncle Master's hands are really white, Uncle Master's hands are really soft..." Such and such psychology After the event, Zhao Xuehan finally gave up.

Wen Tiandong pursed his lips and smiled, and gently patted the boy's head. "I'm not your master, how do I know how good your skills are?" he said.

The boy puffed up his cheeks. "Uncle Master is not Master, but he must be stronger than Master. You can tell my cultivation at a glance!" He rushed behind Wen Tiandong, pointed at Yan Ke and said, "Tell him quickly! Save me from being an idiot!" Doubt me!"

Looking at the young man, Zhao Xuehan couldn't help asking: "Your master and his group came here just now, why didn't you go with them?"

The boy's eyes moved, but instead of answering, he stared closely at Zhao Xuehan.The mental activity of Wen Tiandong's nymphomaniac beside his head paused and disappeared in an instant, and new words appeared.

"What kind of onion are you, asking so many questions, it's none of your business!"

Zhao Xuehan was angry and funny.At a young age, I have learned to watch people order dishes.

Wen Tiandong patted the boy on the back of the head. "Since I found him, I will send him back." He said, "I will send him to Huaicheng, which is at the foot of Shihong Mountain, very close to Yuancheng faction. He can go back to the mountain by himself."

The boy shook Wen Tiandong's arm with a displeased expression on his face. "I don't want to go back...my home is in Huaicheng, if you want to go home and hide for a few days, let me go home..." he said coquettishly.

Wen Tiandong pinched the young man's face, "If you don't go back, why are you wearing this suit?" He pointed to the white clothes on the young man. "Listen to me, hurry back to the mountain, so as not to worry your master."

The teenager pouted. "Master is not worried about me." He lowered his head with a sulking look, "So what if I just let me go home for a few days..."

Wen Tiandong sighed. "Then go home and stay for a few days," he said softly, "but if you live enough, you will go back to the mountain immediately."

Hearing that Wen Tiandong agreed, the young man immediately put on a smile and nodded again and again: "Okay, ok, uncle will stay with me and stay at my house for a few days!"

Wen Tiandong looked troubled, but saw the young man's expression darken, he grabbed his sleeve and whispered something.

Although the voice was very low, Zhao Xuehan could still hear it clearly.

"I have my own plan. Listen to me."

After the boy finished speaking, he immediately let go of his hand and looked at Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan with a smile.

"You guys should go back with me too," he said, "Now Huaicheng is holding a winter meeting, there are so many people, it's very lively."

"No." Yan Ke replied briefly, his eyes and tone were very cold.

Lin Jue turned his head and snorted twice at Wen Tiandong coquettishly.Wen Tiandong exhaled lightly and shook his head helplessly.

"Yan Ke, just listen to him." He said, "He has his reasons for asking."

Yan Ke frowned slightly, turned around and glanced at Zhao Xuehan.

"I couldn't put him in danger," he said.

"No." The boy grinned, showing a bright smile. "Nothing will happen to him. Don't worry."

Yan Ke looked at the boy and remained silent.

The boy tilted his head and smiled softly.

"What? Don't believe me?" he asked in a low voice.

Yan Ke lowered his head slightly.

"No."