Brother is always slapping his face

When Wu Shaokun arrived, many innocent people had already been poisoned by ghost corpses.

He suggested that the corpses of villagers who were killed by ghost corpses should be burned.

Burning cremation, the family members of the victims quit, and death is like a lamp going out.They were angry, not only did not listen to his words, but also had a bad attitude and swearing at each other.

Wu Shaokun had no choice but to put a signal flare into the sky, hoping that the brothers from this sect would come to support him and deal with it first.

In the dead of night, two crows flew over the forest and made a few rough calls. Wu Shaokun held a long sword in his hand and hid himself in the woods, ready to fight.

Suddenly hearing a heart-piercing scream from a man, Wu Shaokun immediately ran towards the family in distress.

The long sword came out of its sheath, and a green light was drawn. The ghost corpse with disheveled hair was holding a living person and biting at random, extremely ferocious.

Wu Shaokun's eyes were full of murderous intent, he swung his sword to create wind, and stabbed at the ghost corpse. The ghost corpse grinned, threw the man in his hand, and rushed towards him with arrogance.

For several rounds, sword light splashed, light and shadow interlaced, and Wu Shaokun and the ghost corpse were inextricably fighting each other.

Finally, with great difficulty, he suppressed the berserk ghost and was about to stab him through the heart.

Unexpectedly, from all directions, the villagers who were bitten to death by ghost corpses poured in, and turned into second-generation ghost corpses, screaming, stretching out sharp claws, and surrounded him...

Using all his strength to break free from the encirclement, Wu Shaokun was outnumbered. While killing the ghost corpse and the villagers one by one, his back was scratched by the ghost corpse's sharp claws, and his skin was torn apart.

After being poisoned by the century-old ghost corpse, Wu Shaokun suddenly felt sore and weak all over. The point of his sword touched the ground, and he knelt down on one knee, trying to support himself.

The scene in front of me became more and more blurred, and I could vaguely recognize the appearance of a woman. She seemed to be shaking her hands in front of her eyes, her head seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, and the long sword fell with a few clangs, and Mo Shaokun fell headfirst to the ground .

When he woke up, he was actually in a magnificent big house. The daughter of the demon clan who met him last time was holding a clean handkerchief, and it seemed that she was taking care of him before the collapse.

Wu Shaokun tried his best not to look at her surprised eyes, straightened his body with his elbows, lowered his head, and found himself topless, with a white cloth belt tied from back to chest, obviously someone had carefully bandaged it.

Looking up slightly, Wu Shaokun asked slowly, "Is it you? You saved me?"

"That's right." The girl raised her head and said sharply, "You tried to catch me last time, but I saved you instead."

"I..." Knowing that he was wrong, Wu Shaokun was speechless.

The girl continued: "You so-called cultivators are self-righteous. As long as you are of a different ethnic group than you, you want to eliminate the dissidents and kill them all. You are really hateful!"

Even though she scolded and vented her dissatisfaction, Wu Shaokun thought for a while and asked casually: "Then why did you save me?"

The girl seemed to be stopped by his question, she opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and the eloquent, tit-for-tat confrontation just now disappeared suddenly.

The glazed eyes turned slightly, shining with a sly gleam, paced over, and said with a high air: "Why should I save you, I want to dig out your heart, put a beast's heart in it, let you be driven by me , be my puppet."

Hearing this, Wu Shaokun's heart was on fire, and he yelled angrily: "How dare you!"

The girl dodged and dodged, and her two guards with awe-inspiring bodies quickly stepped forward to protect her, and the girl scolded coquettishly, "Stand back."

The two attendants looked at each other and took a few steps back cautiously.

The girl continued to say vividly: "I can tell you, this is a heavily guarded demon city, and it's hard to fly. I advise you to be honest, so as not to suffer."

Wu Shaokun was young and vigorous, and he snorted coldly, not paying much attention.

Later, I found out her identity, the princess of the Demon Race—Rose, she is really like a rose with thorns, charming and charming, and weird, and she will be pricked by the thorns on her body if she is not careful.

After a week of recuperation in Qiangwei's dormitory, Wu Shaokun's body gradually recovered. That night, in the courtyard with lush trees and blooming flowers, he practiced kung fu with a sword and exercised his muscles and bones. , I heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from outside the door.

Wu Shaokun's heart trembled, and he approached the gate with a long sword in his hand. At this time, the gate was blasted open from the outside. One of Qiangwei's guards was covered in blood, clutching the wound on his chest, staggering, and entered the gate with heavy steps.

Wu Shaokun snatched him over, closed the door immediately, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

As if seeing a savior, the entourage tightly grasped Wu Shaokun's clothes with both hands, and said weakly: "Go... Hurry up and save the princess, the eldest prince is questioning the princess because he saved you, the fairy... They are above the hall, the corridor is straight Let's go, turn two turns to the left, hurry up and save her..."

As soon as the words fell, the guard passed out.

Wu Shaokun didn't dare to delay, he put the bodyguard lightly on the grass, holding a long sword in his hand, like a whirlwind, rushed to save people.

Wu Shaokun was so anxious that he changed his shape and rushed to the main hall, lurking outside the hall to check the situation inside the hall.

He happened to see a tall and burly man with a cold face and a gorgeous black dress. Needless to say, that tall and mighty man must be the prince of the Demon Race—— Lie Yun, Qiangwei's brother.

I saw black demon energy all over his body, like retractable tentacles, with great fanfare, forcing the petite and slender Rose back to a corner, glaring and gnashing his teeth: "Say, what is the relationship between you and that monk? I have only been to the world for a few days, You actually brought him back to the capital to heal his wounds, do you know that if you do this, you will put us in danger!"

"But I can't leave him alone. He was poisoned by a century-old ghost corpse, and only the doctors in Shanghai can completely remove the poison from his body." Qiangwei was not to be outdone.

A glimmer of suppressed pain flashed in Lie Yun's eyes, and she reached out her hand to stroke her rose-brown hair, but she quickly turned her head away.

Unwilling to be reconciled, the evil fire slowly rose, Lie Yun looked eagerly and full of expectation, imprisoned her small figure in his deep eyes, and said word by word: "I'm asking you again, do you want to see me again?" don't want to be with me..."

The words were astonishing, and Wu Shaokun was full of anger and burning.

Coveting my younger sister, ignoring Gangchang! ! !

The long sword in her hand clenched a little more, only to hear Qiangwei speak resolutely and resolutely: "Big brother can only be a big brother, and will always be just a big brother."

The decisive words wiped out Lie Yun's last little fantasy. His breathing became heavier, his eyes were red, and the devilish energy surging around his body was like a huge wave, and he grabbed Qiangwei...

"I don't want..." Qiangwei cried out with her head in her arms. His imperial brother had no patience to deal with her. The demon clan had already been divided into two factions, one was the courtiers who supported him, and the other was politicians who wanted to make him king. Brother wanted to erase her memory, and then let himself be his partner obediently.

Qiangwei's helpless cry made Wu Shaokun's heart ache, and with awe-inspiring sword spirit, he broke into the door.

The sword move was like chasing the wind and chasing the sun, Lie Yun suddenly felt something different, let Qiangwei go, turned around suddenly, and confronted Wu Shaokun with the move.

The demonic energy is raging, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, unpredictable and dizzying.

Qiangwei stabilized her mind and joined the battle.At this moment, she only had one thought, and that was to make them stop fighting.

One is a brother of the same mother, who has been dependent on each other since childhood, and the other is a chance encounter, and the bond that cannot be let go, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, no matter which party is injured, I don't want to see it, let alone, they are doing their best now, I wish I could put the other party to death, the consequences would be disastrous.

The author has something to say:

Stand quietly for a while, German Orthopedics, boo~