The decent boss always wants to attack me

In the team, he admitted that he threw Chu Xiu there, but now he just went to sneak a attack, and it was not considered as throwing away.

If the little ancestor quarreled with him because of this matter, the young master would be the first to disagree.

When the white figure disappeared, Chu Xiu's fingertips holding the long sword were so hard that they turned blue, his face was cold.

Bai Qing panicked and went around behind the demon, but saw that the little ancestor didn't want to help at all, he didn't even take a step, he was immediately scared.

If Chu Xiu refused to cooperate with the concealment talisman in the last half minute, wouldn't he be playing him to death!

Regardless of other things, 502 is still counting down for him in his head.

The spiritual power in the young master's hands soared, all the power in his body was concentrated into the sword, and the wind that rose from the forest blew him into chaos for an instant.

The monster suddenly raised its claws and swung them back, and the beast claws slapped him in the face with incomparable precision.

Bai Qing suddenly withdrew his hand and jumped back again and again, thinking to himself: Does it have eyes behind its back? It must be overly vigilant.

[Host, the last ten seconds. 】

The young master hurriedly regained his senses, and he took up the sword with his hands in seals and attacked behind the leopard demon again. The ten swords, together with his figure, were hidden in the air, and they scattered into several waves, rushing towards its back .

When it was a long distance away from the thick fur, it suddenly formed a giant sword that was more than twice the size of the original one, piercing the heart.

"Master Bai! Stop it!!!"

This scream made his sword crooked by two inches.

The monster was hit, and suddenly became agitated, jumping like crazy, and the trees in the forest were thrown off by its tail.

Bai Qing fell from a height of several meters in the last half second when the experience card expired, and he rolled on the spot, feeling a little embarrassed.

When he started to run into the barrier, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Xiu go up to deal with the aftermath with a sword in his hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the little ancestor still had a conscience and knew to take care of the overall situation.

Then Mo Cong also rushed out, and stopped Chu Xiu just before he took advantage of his illness to kill him. Bai Ting couldn't hear what the two of them said, but saw Chu Xiu with a gloomy face, leaping over to take his sword I took it back.

To his despair, the barrier was closed by Mo Cong.

"Mo Cong, enchantment!"

She obviously couldn't see where the eldest young master was, so she just followed the source of the voice and said to him: "Yes! Young Master Bai, quickly enter the barrier!"

Bai Qing was stunned by her words. If he could go in by himself, would he still need to call her?

502, how to remove the concealment? ?

[The host will automatically release the function when it is damaged. 】

Then what the hell am I doing in there? !

When he was in a hurry to hide from those red lines, Chu Xiu tied the leopard monster tightly with an iron chain, and it was throwing its head on the ground.

"Chu Xiu, I fucked your uncle!"

The little ancestor hesitated for a moment: "Bai Qing?"

When the huge head was smashed down, the eldest young master lost his temper completely. He picked up something from the storage ring and threw it out crazily while running, praying that his brain would not be smashed out.

The black shadow on the soles of his feet was getting bigger and bigger, and Bai Qing showed the momentum of sprinting for a hundred meters. The huge pressure of the falling weight made his legs feel as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't run anymore.

In desperation, a person appeared before his eyes.

Chu Xiu couldn't see Bai Qing, so he just stood there and asked calmly, "Where are you?"

The young master was about to cry with joy. For the first time, he felt that Chu Xiu was very caring, and for the time being he forgave him for threatening him just now.

The moment Bai Qing answered him, Bai Qing's voice suddenly quieted down and let out a muffled grunt.

Good guy, this pressure almost didn't squeeze out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

The severe pain in his back spread all the way to his chest, converging into a mouthful of blood, and he vomited on the ground with a 'wow' sound, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Bai Qing!"

Thank goodness, Chu Xiu was finally able to see him.

A pair of black brocade boots stood firmly in front of him. Even if he didn't see his face, he could still feel the icy aura emanating from that person's body.

The hand reached out and stopped right in front of the tip of his nose.

Bai Qing tried to move, but his face was pale, and his left arm was limp on the ground, unconscious.

He sniffed and whispered, "Chu Xiu, I can't move."

The young master didn't hear the sound of the bone cracking, maybe it was because the wind was too loud and he ignored it. Whether it was a dislocation or a fracture is still to be explored. It wasn't very painful, but it was unbearable to vomit blood from that slap.

The important thing is that he really can't move.

From the back to the chest, there is a feeling of suffocation and oppression that has been slapped flat. Not only is it difficult to breathe, but I can't use my hands.

The person in front of him didn't move for a long time, Bai Qing was a little embarrassed, his chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton soaked in water, and it swelled until it reached his stomach, he couldn't help vomiting another mouthful of blood.

He spit out the blood and felt a lot better, but the blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his face, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

"Chu..."

Bai Qing's body trembled in pain.

Damn it, Chu Xiu picked him up.

Stomach was against his shoulder, and as Chu Xiu moved, the jolt would almost kill him.

What kind of grievances or grievances, if he takes care of the wounded, can he ask Mo Cong or his lovely juniors to come?

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled, as if a motor was installed in his vocal cords.

"Put...I...down...come..."

Chu Xiu didn't even turn his head, and someone pressed a handkerchief on his face and wiped it randomly a few times, wiping away the blood on his face.

"..."

Wiping the child's face is not so casual, so I just take a look at him to see if he is clean!

The little ancestor still ignored him and walked quickly.

Bai Qing really wanted to say, don't be so fucking crazy, he really wants to vomit.

The Eldest Young Master watched Chu Xiu step on and break dry branches. The sound of "click" from the soles of his feet seemed to come from his eardrums, and the scene of constant shaking gradually became blurred, as if covered with a halo.

The churning in the stomach became more and more violent, and the eyelids became heavier as well.

He moved his fingertips, poked Chu Xiu's back with his right hand, took a deep breath of fresh air to suppress the discomfort, and repeated: "Let me...vomit..."

He vomited.

The stomach cramps and the foreign body sensation in his throat made him turn pale, and it seemed that even his nasal cavity was filled with that liquid. Just thinking about it this way, a lot of heat really came out of his nose.

It's a shame, I vomited all over Chu Xiu, it's too dirty.

He thought so, but he was almost out of breath.

The young master began to cough and breathe heavily, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and when he saw the scarlet patch on Chu Xiu's back with his loose eyes, he was taken aback, and poked the little ancestor's back again: "Chu Xiu..."

The fog in the forest cleared up again, and the facial features of people not far away could be clearly seen, and the red line disappeared again.

Chu Xiu slowed down, and he wanted to make the person on his shoulder suffer a little more, but he seemed really uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but give him a sideways glance.

Just when he was about to reprimand him, what caught his eyes was the half-conscious pale side face and the blood on his shoulders.

Mo Cong thinks that Qiwumen's requirements for accepting disciples are getting lower and lower, and that Chu Xiu is a lunatic.

She does not deny that Chu Xiu is very strong, but the young master of the Bai family is obviously more reliable than him, not only by his appearance, but also by his personality and handling of things.

He had clearly been warned not to kill these demons, but he almost tore out the heart and lungs of that leopard demon.

So much so that she stepped forward to block it, and almost chopped her off too.

Is this still a cultivator?

I'm afraid that if he throws him into the ghostly haunted land, he will kill a whole world, and maybe those monsters will obey him.

She glanced at the man lying on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. In the blink of an eye, Bai Qing was brought back covered in blood.

Such a strong person, I don't know how he was hurt.

She was fascinated when she looked at it. Although the man's complexion was pale, his lips were beautiful, red as if bleeding, and he was more charming than a woman, but that face was born as a man who had no desires and no desires. .

How can someone grow into such a face that interprets coldness and desire to the extreme.

Mo Congcai took a second look, and the lunatic pressed the hilt of his sword against her neck, the savagery in his eyes made the hairs stand on end.

"Look again, gouge out your eyes."

She questioned again, how could Qiwumen accept such a disciple?

Mo Cong suspected several times that this person was the young master of the Bai family. His expression and behavior were exactly the same as that of the widely circulated Bai Qing in the sect.

She didn't dare to look at Bai Qing anymore, but this thought made her feel enlightened.

It just so happened that Chu Xiu was carefully helping Bai Qing up, as if he was holding a fragile object. He held the man's chin with his fingertips, and slowly moistened his lips with the lotus leaf full of water drops.

Seeing the water flowing from his chin, he lowered Bai Qing's body a little, but the clear water still kept leaking out.

Mo Cong couldn't help but want to remind him: water is secondary, and feeding people the medicine first is the serious business.

In the end, the lunatic gulped down the water and covered his lips.

As if struck by lightning, she turned around slowly, thinking that she must be suffering from an eye disease.

Suddenly thinking of Bai Qing's comatose face, Mo felt a pang of sympathy in his heart.

"Senior Sister!! That monster is gone!"

The male disciple of the Hundred Soul Sect who was sitting at the same place started to laugh wildly again, and from time to time he raised his fist and punched himself in the face a few times, crying after beating, laughing while crying.

In fact, Mo Cong didn't really trust what he said, and she had done a lot of missions in the early stage of Yuanying, but she had never seen any magic method that could turn a person into a demon.

Unless it is practiced to go crazy, voluntarily degenerate, and associate with demons.

Deep down in my heart, I don't want to believe it, and I don't dare to believe it.

When she saw the person on the ground clearly, the trace of luck faded away like the blood on her face.

The cold smoke and fine grass, the fishy smell of the little blood droplets splashed on the tip of the grass, is carried around by the wild wind, hidden in the light grass and wood fragrance.

The disciples of Qiwumen came back to their senses one step earlier than her, and quickly returned the people on the ground to the barrier.

His jacket had been torn into strips and hung on his body, and there was a terrifying blood hole on his left chest, which was gurgling out, and that shape seemed to be caused by Bai Qing's immortal sword.

According to them, that man's name is Feng Song.

The smell of blood in the air suddenly became very heavy, and her hands were also covered with bright red blood.

The male disciple started laughing again, chichi laughing, the laughter drifted across the desolate barren grassland, passing over the dense bones in the grassland, adding a touch of mockery to the bloody sky.

Mo never knew how she got back to the barrier. When she reached out to check the frozen corpses on the ground, her head was still buzzing.

A total of eight people had a very thin bruise mark on their necks, and dried blood clots were sticking to the side like scattered pastries.

If it was her, there would never be a trace left.

Mo Cong also laughed, her eyes were red from laughing, she pressed the disciple to the ground, and raised her hand to slap him again.

The hand slowly hangs down in the air.

She thought, what right did she have to beat him.

The disciple just laughed, watching her smile.

The emotion in Mo Cong's eyes dissipated quickly, and his voice was indifferent, as if it wasn't her who had blushed just now:

"Why kill them?"