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Zhu Heng!

When Zhuang Qingliu saw this person, his shoulders started to turn sore, and he quickly dodged behind Mei Siji.

Just because she doesn't cry doesn't mean she doesn't hurt. In the past few nights, she has been dreaming, except that she is in the water with Mei Hualan in the water, and she is dreaming of the face of this old ghost shot by an arrow by the lake.

In the dream, one arrow was shot and another arrow came again, playing in a never-ending loop.

Like debt collection.

Zhu Heng missed the catch and stood on the ground for the time being. His eyes quickly swept over the dazed and curled up faces in the corner, and fell on Zhuang Qingliu. He yelled slowly, almost mockingly: "Zhuang Zhu."

"Villager?" Zhuang Qingliu was very moved, "Where is my Zhuangzi? Is it big?"

"..." Mei Siji, who was subconsciously wary of holding a sword, was shocked by her. She moved her hands behind her back and secretly took out a messenger talisman.

Zhu Heng raised his eyebrows coldly and almost twisted: "Are you deaf? Zhu, not the Lord."

烛？

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved, and he thought of Mei Hualan for a second, and continued without taking time: "But why do I hear that your pronunciation is not standard? You don't know the difference? And you called my name like that before ? Why do I sound weird?"

She procrastinated for time, but Zhu Heng's face suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand without saying hello, and directly threw Zhuang Qingliu out: "Is there any shame to mention it? Now hide when you see me, Is there anything else you want to tell me first?"

"Didn't you catch me as soon as you saw me? Call me first if you want to say hello?" Zhuang Qingliu at least used the little spiritual power left when he summoned the spirit just now, half-buffered a cushion before hitting the coffin, and said He threw back her taunt without hesitation.

"Okay." Zhu Heng pulled the corner of his mouth upwards, and shook the coffin to pieces with his palm, "Then come back to Mengchao with me now, and kneel in front of the altar to say hello."

"..." This person is really unqualified, he split his coffin and asked him to sleep somewhere.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly picked up a broken coffin board from mid-air, stretched out his hand to block it, and stuffed the bone frame that was about to blow up and hit his face back to the bottom of the coffin, and said without a gap: "If you can't use it up Dali, how about helping out and chopping up walking corpses? What sense of accomplishment can you get from chopping up a coffin?"

Zhu Heng asked, "Are you a coffin?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Mei Siji didn't have time to burn the talisman, so she flew up with an ugly face, landed in front of Zhuang Qingliu, swiped her sword to sweep away the scattered wood, and forced Zhu Heng's unrelenting palm to stop with the sword, and said quickly: : "Master Zhuang, even though Senior Zhuang used to have a close relationship with you, but she is unwilling to go with you now, you can't arrest her by force, right?"

Without even looking at her, Zhu Heng drew his hand from behind, and immediately drew out a long arrow to use as a sword, as if he wanted to deal with Mei Siji first.

Seeing that these two people had left afterimages in just a few moves, Mei Siji couldn't spare half of his hand to send a message to Mei Hualan, and he was always beaten to the limit. If this continues, there will be no chance.

Zhuang Qingliu tried to get up to stop him, but he was thrown off for a while and had no strength left. Half of his back was numb like a thunderbolt, so he had to look left and right, picked up a dog, and threw it over with a strong wind.

At the same time, he said loudly: "I'm sorry!"

"..." I don't know whether she is sorry for the dog or Mei Siji.

In short, taking advantage of the short interval of breathing, Mei Siji switched the sword to his left hand, took out a talisman with his right hand, quickly threw it into the air and lit it, sending a message to Mei Hualan.

Zhu Heng only needed this moment, and swept her into the coffin with only one bottom left just now like a gust of wind, fell unconscious and lay on top of a pair of skeletons, then turned the tip of the arrow and pointed it straight and sharply Zhuang Qingliu.

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu had no choice but to put his hands together suddenly, narrowly pinching the flickering cold light in front of his brows, and deftly pushed back against it.It would inevitably affect those tomb robbers, and deliberately led them to the stone room next door where the coffin was placed.

"Princess," she said, "Although I'm a little embarrassed, I don't remember the things you said, such as old dream tides, altars and so on-I said, kneeling forcibly pressing the head will not It's touching, why don't you consider finding someone to accompany you to worship?"

"It's okay." Zhu Heng turned his wrist like lightning, and the tip of the arrow burst open the palm held by Zhuang Qingliu, and spun half a circle across her throat, "Come with me, I'll remind you immediately."

This time Zhuang Qingliu hid quickly, but his throat suddenly felt cold, and half a circle of extremely thin blood lines were drawn, which was so hot and painful.

She really can't stand this man's endless flirting, as if she once had some unspeakable deep friendship and was finally let down.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't hide anymore, and before Zhu Heng put her hand on her shoulder, she took the initiative to meet her... Then she caught off guard and stuffed a small gadget that she took out at an unknown time into her palm.

Zhu Heng's complexion changed slightly - the spirit lock bag.

The spirit lock sac is a good thing, it has the same effect as the spirit lock, but if it touches it, the spirit power will be lost to a greater or lesser extent, Zhuang Qingliu can be regarded as coming and going, and returned the one by the lake to cover her. net.

"According to the owner of the villa, it doesn't seem like a big deal not to have any memory. Since I'm here, I'll be at ease. What's bothering you? Do you still want to keep chasing after me?"

Zhuang Qingliu succeeded in his move, and quickly retreated to the coffin to touch the Qiankun bag in Mei Siji's arms, secretly thinking that the people here are also extinct, and in life, do they have to shout like this?

Zhu Heng was temporarily pinned in place by the spirit-locking sac, and after a few slight changes in his face, he finally calmed down, staring at Zhuang Qingliu's face as he pulled out the Mei Siji Qiankun bag and poured out the talisman magic weapon. : "You are really progressing."

"What are you mocking again?" Zhuang Qingliu quickly picked out a few usable talismans in his hand, and glanced at her inexplicably, "I think my cultivation level that can easily blow others away is very capable, right? ?”

She stood up, approached Zhuheng, pasted various talismans on her body like post-it notes, and chanted sutras: "It's possible, but it's not necessary. I think an ordinary and stable life is also beautiful. If you want Beauty alone is up to you, as long as it doesn't affect others."

Zhu Heng's eyes flickered, and he glanced at her clothes as if remembering something and asked, "If you think so, why do you want to get involved with someone like Mei Hualan?"

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows at her: "I'm willing, I want you to take care of it."

"...just to remind you." Zhu Heng's eyes jumped a few times, and he looked at her with a little bit of unpredictability, "that person...you'd better be careful."

"I will judge by myself, I don't need you." Zhuang Qingliu didn't raise her eyes, and tied her up neatly with a spirit lock.

Zhu Heng looked weird for a moment, and asked her, "Then how did you judge?"

Something flashed in Zhuang Qingliu's mind, and she inexplicably felt that something was wrong, raised her eyelids, and began to look at the person in front of her seriously.

To be honest, Zhu Heng has a strange aura all over his body, and he looks very intriguing, with profound features, an impeccably high nose bridge, but a pair of eyes that are ridiculously clear and sharp, just like the eyes of a bird.

When Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her, she also seemed very interested, and swept Zhuang Qingliu's body... even his scalp, and finally showed a little understanding expression thoughtfully.

Zhuang Qingliu had a bad heart, something was wrong, just subconsciously flying back, the talisman and spirit lock on Zhu Heng's body fell apart in an instant, and exploded into flowers in front of her eyes.

She knew that these things couldn't lock the old ghost!

Zhuang Qingliu didn't even have a sword in his hand, and with a very haggard heart, he knelt down in seconds, hiding behind the coffin and dodging the slash on the top of his head--the old ghost not only used a bow, but also shot directly out of thin air. Grabbed a sword out of the void.

The situation of the two of them was reversed in an instant. It seemed that their strengths were different, but they moved around a coffin for a while, and they fell into a stalemate strangely.

... There is an inexplicable familiarity with each other's moves.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't have the heart to confront her head-on, so he gave up resisting directly, but used his spiritual power to dodge left and right with ease; Zhu Heng didn't seem to want to split Mei Siji and the nameless skeleton lying in the coffin in half After all, follow-up accountability may be very troublesome - she just wants to cut off Zhuang Qingliu's head.

But Zhuang Qingliu's hair style is changeable, and today it happened to be the home ball head that led the new spring fashion in Shangzi, so after flashing back and forth... the last ball was cut off first.

At the time when Zhuang Qingliu was still pinching the plum blossoms and rushing back, half of his hair was gone: "???"

She suddenly wanted to curse, if she couldn't be let go, at least let her hair go?

It can be seen that she is really not a human right now, and she has no human rights, but the dog in front of her is a real dog.

Zhuang Qingliu caught the falling "meatball" and simply wrapped it with a ball of spiritual power, and then there was a "whoosh" and flew out at high speed while spinning, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Mr. Duanzhu!"

Zhu Heng's approaching movement didn't stop, but he glanced back from the corner of his eyes inevitably, and then a shadow flashed in front of him—bang!

The ball suddenly hit her face, and the nose bleed profusely from her tall nose.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at his hand in shock, and praised in his heart: I never thought that spiritual power would be so easy to use!

Then she didn't have any scruples anymore, wrapped the broken stones on the ground with her spiritual power, and kept spinning at high speed and rushed towards Zhu Heng's face.

Zhu Heng laughed back angrily, and after realizing it, he swept away these things one after another, and was no longer in a hurry to cut off Zhuang Qingliu's head, but the sword light flashed all over her body, scraping off her nine-petal plum coat It became a rag that could go out and beg for food on the spot.

"..." This is a way of revenge like a little chicken.

The spiritual power in Zhuang Qing's fluid was gradually used up, and he hid from the first coffin to the No.20 coffin. He was in as much embarrassment as he could, and his clothes were destroyed from the outside to the inside, and he was about to disappear completely.

At this time, the corner of her eye suddenly flashed, and she quickly shouted: "Mei Pan!"

Zhu Heng's footsteps holding the sword didn't stop at all, and he gave her a cold look: "It's ugly."

But the icy sword wind behind her came in the blink of an eye, this time it was the real plum blossom circle!