bone cutter

After a burst of charming dust flew over, the squirrel was not defeated by Yu Lang, but carried him to the depths of the forest.Seeing this, Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi rushed to catch up.

Yan Chengqing hid his body behind a boulder, and only had time to stick out half of his head to see his apprentice riding on the squirrel, flying towards him like an off-string arrow.He almost popped his eyeballs out and screamed, "Apprentice, poke its eyes and blind it!"

Yu Lang didn't seem to realize the danger at all, first he smiled honestly, then pulled out the black-painted long sword behind his back, picked a tricky angle, stabbed down weakly, and stabbed in the air.

Yan Chengqing was furious, "Do you think you are pricking tofu, use more force!" Yu Lang was really only willing to use "a little" more force, but this time he really stabbed the squirrel in the right eye, poof, In an instant, the blood was soaring.

The squirrel snarled in pain, instead of stopping, it looked death on its face, and ran like crazy towards the boulder where Yan Chengqing was hiding. The scene was so frightening that Yan Chengqing quickly retracted his head.

"boom--"

"Bam—"

After hearing two loud bangs, the squirrel bumped into the hard boulder without hesitation, Yu Lang was thrown away by the force of inertia, and fell heavily to the ground.

Yan Chengqing walked out from behind the stone with lingering fear, walked around to the front, saw the brain-drenched squirrel and sighed: "Is there anything you can't think about, if you insist on committing suicide, that's all right now, the death looks so ugly that people and gods are angry. Don't worry, no one will replace it for you." You collected the body, poor little thing."

Zhuang Yin shook his head, thinking: You really shouldn't compare this person with ordinary people.

But he still asked politely: "Is Mr. Yan injured?"

"It's not hurt, it's just..." I was terrified.

"You are actually afraid of mice." Xie Qi reminded casually.

Qilian Yiba rarely blushed, "Tch, I'm afraid of mice, but Wan Qifeng is afraid of moths."

Wan Qifeng... Zhuang Yin pondered for a moment before he remembered that he had met him at the Lan Family's Qushui Liucup Banquet. Xie Qi mentioned that this person was quite charismatic.

Not far away, Yu Lang limped towards this side rubbing his buttocks.

Yan Chengqing kicked the dead squirrel, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, there is only one, not a group. This one is still stupid..." Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden commotion among the black shadows of the trees.

——Squeak, squeak...

Yan Chengqing pricked up his ears sensitively, and slowly, his smile gradually froze, "Fuck? Isn't it?"

Then, countless gray figures jumped out of the tree shadows one after another, staring at the four of them.

Zhuang Yin frowned deeply, "Didn't it mean that there are no living things here?" Judging from this situation, it was clearly a group.

"I'm really afraid of something!" Yan Chengqing hugged Zhuang Yin's thigh as if he was facing an enemy, and screamed, "Taoist priest, save me!"

Zhuang Yin suddenly stopped.

What are you afraid of?

It wasn't until Xie Qi lifted Yan Chengqing away with a cold handsome face that he slowly turned his head.

At this time, the squirrels in groups of three and nothing also opened their sharp claws and rushed up fiercely.

Zhuang Yin looked at Yan Chengqing thoughtfully: "Just now in the white mist, what were you thinking?"

Qi Lian said "Ah" and blinked, "Huh?"