After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Ye Shaoqing frowned tightly, suppressing her displeasure and said, "It's so dangerous here, how did you come here? Why didn't you just stay by Qingze's side? I can't help but protect you."

Wen Ping lowered his head and flinched, and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't say any more!" Ye Shaoqing pulled out her arm and said sternly, "I appreciate your kindness, but your self-willedness will only drag down your two brothers! At this time, I won't allow you to continue to make trouble. There is no extra manpower to escort you away, if you want to save your life, just stay here honestly and don't move around."

"Yes, Your Highness..." Wen Ping lowered his head lower, and buried the mocking smile on his lips deep where the other party could not see.

"Why is this brat here?" Ye Zheng's serious and indifferent voice sounded straight behind him, the light of the scepter in his hand was much dimmer than it was at the beginning, reflecting his pale profile lightly. Like gold paper.

Ye Shaoqing pressed the aching temple, forcibly suppressed the dizziness and discomfort of mental exhaustion, shook his painful head, but still couldn't get rid of the strange calling sound like an auditory hallucination, and even his thinking changed. was extremely difficult.

He frowned and shook his head. He didn't have time to spend more energy analyzing Wen Ping's abnormality. He just stated plainly: "I don't know either. He was bitten by a strange beast for me and hurt his shoulder. I can't treat it for the time being." His injuries."

"Heh, it's really timely." Yezheng looked down at Wen Ping sarcastically, "You mean trick, to let us relax our vigilance against you? Say, what method did you use to keep the beasts from attacking you? To win us over What is the purpose of your trust? What are you planning?"

Wen Ping was startled, trembling with fright, plopped down on his knees in front of Ye Zheng, prostrated himself at his feet, pitifully tugged at the corner of his clothes, brimming with tears of grievance, and said with hazy eyes: "Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand me." A Ping, I am only afraid and worried about His Highness's safety, that's why... If His Majesty suspects me, please kill me."

Ye Zheng's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he reached out his hand like lightning to strangle him by the throat. Wen Ping's feet were almost off the ground, and he struggled while grabbing Ye Zheng's iron-like arms, his face flushed red, his eyes turned outwards, Like a dying fish.

"Do you think I really dare not do anything to you?" Yezheng's voice was more ruthless than the severe frost and snow. At this moment of life and death, he was already too lazy to maintain his superficial skills, let alone take care of others. Mood is completely different from Ye Shaoqing's way of dealing with things. For him, the best way for anyone who may pose a threat is to eradicate them one by one. He would rather kill them by mistake than let one go!

In his opinion, Wen Ping is currently one of those possible threats.

"Your Majesty! Please be merciful!" Wen Changyan had just noticed the conflict here, and he was also very puzzled by Wen Ping's sudden appearance, but seeing that His Majesty the Pope wanted to kill him directly, he was shocked. Without thinking too much, he hastily cut through the blocking beasts and rushed to the pope's chariot.

"Master." Ye Shaoqing glanced in Wen Changyan's direction, and reminded him, "Even if you suspect him, you can't kill people in front of so many believers. The most urgent thing is to deal with the beast tide, and just hand him over to Captain Wen."

"Hmph..." Ye Zheng squinted his eyes and snorted coldly. After all, he let go of his hand slightly, looked down at the anxious Wen Changyan under the chariot, and said coldly, "For the sake of following me loyally for many years, this I will send the boy's head to him for the time being, but there will never be a next time, so remember it well."

Wen Ping gasped for air, and his heart was still beating wildly. For a moment just now, he really desperately thought that Ye Zheng would strangle him to death. You shouldn't have agreed to take on this task!

However, it is useless to regret, no——if he didn't have this opportunity, he would be tortured to death sooner or later, so he might as well give it his all, as long as he passed this level, as long as he passed this level!All set free!

Wen Ping's eye circles were slightly red, and he looked swollen from crying. Ye Zheng's hand was slowly withdrawing from his neck. The hands holding the opponent's wrists were suddenly clenched tightly, unexpectedly biting Ye Zheng's hand hard!

He exhausted all the strength in his body, and the suddenly sharp teeth bit through the flesh in an instant, dripping with blood, and a large amount of black mist wriggled along the wound and invaded Ye Zheng's body.

Sudden severe pain came from the palm of his hand, as if thousands of ants were biting, and the violent plague spread through his body with great speed and great destructive power. In Ye Zheng's fury, Wen Ping Throwing away violently to the ground, the latter fell heavily on the ground and rolled twice. The bones on his body made the sound of breaking under the load.

This scene happened too fast, everyone didn't expect it, they were shocked and angry, before they could react, Ye Zheng was already injured, Ye Shaoqing quickly stepped forward to support him, grabbed his wrist, and said in a deep voice: " How are you? I'll take you out of here immediately! Xiaoji! Sparrow! Get down all of them!"

Looking at the back of Ye Zheng's hand that was bleeding like black air, Ye Shaoqing frantically urged Shengguang to transform his attributes again, even if he drained the last trace of mental power, he would forcefully heal Ye Zheng. His face was sinking like water, and the sea of ​​consciousness was completely Messy, dark clouds gathered in his pupils, as if he had drunk a frosty rainstorm, faintly suppressed to the verge of eruption, and a violent storm may fall anytime and anywhere.

The last time Ye Zheng was bitten and poisoned by the nine-tailed celestial fox, Ye Zheng had to abandon his human body. This time, Ye Shaoqing could not just watch Ye Zheng repeat the same mistakes and let the tragedy repeat itself, no matter how much he paid. cost!

Wen Changyan, who was just about to pick up Wen Ping, was completely stunned by the turning point in front of him. He looked at Wen Ping struggling and wriggling on the ground in disbelief. He couldn't accept the cruel fact that his younger brother who had been missing for many years was actually a spy.

What's more, they didn't expect that since they found Wen Ping, it was a well-planned scam. Wen Ping had already been soaked in the plague to the bone, and his whole body was a container of the plague. Even beasts are poisonous, so how can you be afraid of their bites? !

It was as if his heart had been hit hard with a heavy hammer, and his anger and sadness were almost overwhelming. He would never be able to forgive himself. Wen Qingze, who rushed over, emerged uncontrollably.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Ye Zheng was almost unable to hold the scepter tightly. A tail sprang out uncontrollably from inside the large and solemn robe, and he could clearly feel the pain in his body. The power is passing away rapidly, Ye Zheng tried his best to maintain the human form, and with the help of Ye Shaoqing, he drove the holy light to resist the erosion of the plague. If he appeared in the form of a fox in full view, the consequences would be disastrous!

The culprit on the ground was full of blood, but he was still crawling tenaciously on the ground. The strong belief in survival supported Wen Ping in his heart, and he crawled out of the car with hands and feet. Did he succeed?Probably... He can't die here, he wants to live!

Wen Ping's throat trembled slightly, he wanted to laugh out loud, as long as he passed the source of poison to Ye Zheng, he would be able to live, right?For so many years, he has survived the days when life was worse than death in hell, and he will definitely survive this time!As long as you escape into the herd, you can-

However, what greeted him was a stern sword light, that indomitable momentum, with the unfeeling and mourning that cut off everything, was more desolate than the lonely moon in the sky, the owner of the sword light was not Zhan Qiu who had just rushed to the chariot, It's from Wen Changyan!

Even if his own younger brother committed such a heinous crime, there is absolutely no reason to forgive him!Instead of letting others do it, it is better to let him end the other's sins with his own hands!

Wen Ping looked at his elder brother in shock, at the sad but resolute eyes of the other party, and at the point of the sword piercing his body without the slightest hesitation, a strange scene happened——Wen Ping was like a flesh-and-blood animal. The whole body of the balloon swelled up slowly, and then made an earth-shattering loud noise, like a punctured balloon, it exploded with a "bang"!

Flesh splattered!

"No—" the miserable roar finally dissipated in the air, it was the last words left by Wen Ping's short and tragic life.

Wen Changyan was shaken all over. He never expected that Wen Ping would die in such a painful way. He couldn't help feeling sad, and the arm holding the sword trembled slightly.

Seeing that the Pope was injured, Yun Hong and the others were all shocked. In the excitement of the crowd, they wiped out all the disturbing beasts around them, and cleared out a small vacuum.Zhang Junbai finally entered the siege net of numerous alien beasts at this time, leading the cavalry army into the vicinity of the chariot, and the pressure on the surrounding defenses was greatly reduced.

With the help of Teng Ying, Xiaoji and Sparrow almost burned all the deadly bats. Hearing the master's call, they immediately swooped to the side of the chariot and asked Ye Shaoqing to help Ye Zheng climb up the back.

At this moment, the herd of beasts who were fighting hard on the battlefield suddenly stopped their crazy attack as if they had heard some instructions. They began to retreat and shrink, but they did not intend to escape, but kept chaotically and orderly. The rhythm of the slow retreat.

Just when everyone was puzzled and even thought that the beast tide had receded, a tall man wrapped in a black cloak appeared in everyone's field of vision.

A head of shiny silver hair poured out from the hood, and the moonlight quietly enveloped his bloodless pale face, the lines were stiff and expressionless, but the facial features were as delicate as a work of art, astonishingly beautiful.His eyes were dull, as if he had no focal length at all, he just looked straight ahead, there was someone he wanted to kill.

The author has something to say: Ye: Master, I saw your dead body staring at me (⊙o⊙)

Fox: ...I'm still panting!