The decent boss always wants to attack me

With difficulty, Bai Qing raised his leg and kicked it, it was like a child hitting a grown man.

The monster was still babbling in his ear, but the young master couldn't hear it anymore, he could only feel his breathing gradually becoming shallower.

The eyes began to look strange, and the lack of blood supply to the brain caused the hands and feet to start to feel weak. Bai Qing lowered his hands, and his eyes were a little distracted.

No, you won't be strangled to death.

He tried to suck a little bit of air from his dying throat.

Damn, didn't you say his blood smells good? Didn't you say that you should eat it while raising it? Why did you suddenly want to kill him?

If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have said that.

As for Chu Xiu, why didn't he come? If he didn't come, he would die.

He can't imprison anyone if he wants to, so just don't dig his grave when the time comes.

The young master's brain was so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking. For the first time, he felt that people would really read through their life before death.

This would explain why he complained so much and wasn't dead yet.

The hands around his neck were tightened more and more, and he didn't intend to let go of him at all, just like observing a little white mouse to see how long he can hold on.

There was a smile on the lips of the young master, indifferent and mocking.

He exhausted the last breath of air in his throat and squeezed out two words.

"Fake."

Bai Qing concluded that Baimao didn't understand what he was swearing, but it suddenly went crazy, its pupils trembled violently, its eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the hand holding his neck violently waved to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, the young master felt that his waist was broken.

He half-lyed on the ground and took a big gulp of fresh air, wishing he could suck it all into his lungs. The darkness in front of his eyes gradually faded, the stagnant blood flowed again, and Bai Qing felt the beauty of life again.

Baimao hugged his head and stood there screaming, as if in pain, his voice changed back to the initial sadness and helplessness, it looked at Bai Qing, and couldn't stop apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Bai Qing...I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you..."

Bloody tears rolled down its eyes, and it screamed, "Go away! Don't stay here! It's going to kill you, I can't control it..."

Although the voice shocked him very much, the young master's expression was still indescribable.

He wanted to leave, but could you untie the vines under his feet when he was told to leave? ?

Why should a damn fine point catch him and suffer?If you really want him to go, don't come looking for him, wouldn't it be over?

are you crazy.

The eldest and young master's eyes were about to roll out of the sky, and his feet were unambiguous. He tremblingly supported the dry land and began to crawl out again.

The situation was dire.

No wonder the original owner always kept a short blade in his arms, and he also realized the importance of carrying hidden weapons with him. When he returns this time, he must get back this habit.

Before climbing far, the vines under his feet pulled him back again as expected, getting tighter and tighter.

The thick dark green vines full of thorns made the sound of 'Ke Ke', and countless small and sharp broken thorns pierced into the skin. With Bai Qing's large-scale running movement, he struggled and broke off part of the thorns, only half of which was exposed. Outside.

The vines growing from Bai Mao's body never stopped, wrapping around his ankles one after another, repeating the action of piercing and breaking.

The bright red blood seeped out from the inner garment, staining his robe and silver boots with a bloody flower, which was very strange.

The eldest young master couldn't help letting out a low growl, he had already greeted the eighteen generations of Baimao ancestors in his heart, he half knelt on the ground to untie the vines on his ankles, his bloody hands stretched until his tendons protruded.

Like a primitive beast, he tugged at the vines full of thorns, and the pain forced him to shed a few tears.

Bai Qing had never been so irritable before.

But he couldn't help it, because Baimao might try to strangle him to death in the next second.

The wooden plank of the left arm has been shattered at some point, and only some scattered fragments remain on the sleeve of the vine.

The young master paused with his fingertips, and hurriedly picked up a piece of wood that was as long as his little finger to cut the vine.

This scene is really too pitiful. A dignified cultivator in the late Yuanying period has not even been reduced to using a wooden block to save himself with a fairy weapon.

Baimao also seemed to see that the vine was the culprit, and it scratched the ground with its paws frantically, as if trying to restrain itself, it didn't stop until the hairy five claws became as bloody as Baiqing.

It screamed, and the sound seemed to come from hell.

The vines are part of it.

Bai Qing stopped his movements, and the wooden block fell to the ground. He was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked.

He watched the white fur frantically tearing at the fur on his body, like a poster firmly fixed on the wall by glue, which cannot be torn off completely, and with every movement of it, sticky flesh and blood would splatter from it.

Intertwined vines grow in the bones of its body, and along its blood veins, pierce the surface of the skin and climb out from between the fingers and soles.

Soon it tore off half of its covered fur, and the other half consisted of blood bones and vines, which was extremely irritating to people's eyes.

Just looking at it made me gasp in pain.

Bai Qing suddenly felt that such a small injury on his body was nothing at all.

Baimao howled in pain and misery, while pulling those vines with all his strength.

'Puff, prick'

The moment the vine was pulled out from the body, the gushing blood formed a rain of blood in the air and splashed on the young master's face.

broken.

There was a moment of doubt on Bai Qing's expression.

"Come on..."

These weak words, which were almost pleading, made the young master's heart twitch violently.

hurts a little.

[Host, let's go! ! 】

502's urgent voice sounded in his mind, Bai Qing came back to his senses, avoided Bai Mao's eyes, and staggered back, dragging the two long vines.

Who the hell is it...

To do this.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The shrill and painful screams kept ringing behind him, each sound more shocking.

It's no longer howling out of pure pain, it's more like a fight with something.

Bai Qing's footsteps stopped, and he remembered that on the Xuanyue platform, there had been such a voice in his mind, a voice that wanted to take everything away.

[Host, don't look back! !go! 】

The young master raised his foot, blood dripped on the wet soil, he stared blankly at the sole of his foot in a daze.

His current distressed appearance is somewhat similar to that white hair.

[Let's go!Don't stop, host, get out of here and go find Chu Xiu!quick! ! 】

502 has never been so urgent, even if he is chased by bandits until he faints, there is always a trace of stability in his seemingly anxious urging.

Baimao's voice suddenly became sharp, it was between a child and a woman's voice.

"You lunatic!! Stop it! Don't drag me if you want to die!!"

The desolate voice was somewhat broken: "You forced me...I said don't touch him! It's a big deal!"

"...You want to die...I will fulfill you!"

[Host, stop listening, if you keep listening, I won't have time to let you go!go!Leave him alone, even if he dies, it's his own fault and it has nothing to do with you! 】

Bai Qing's eyes were wide open, and he forgot to run away: Do you know who it is? ?

The system refused to answer directly, and only yelled at him to leave.

It seems that if you don't leave, you will die here.

The painful screaming in his ears became more and more clear, and the two split voices kept lingering in his mind.

Two words suddenly popped out of Bai Qing's heart.

Half demon.

When a demon combines with a human, it is a half-demon; if a human eats the flesh and blood of a demon, it is a half-demon.

Half-demons are basically human beings. They were originally transformed by humans, but they can become half-demons. No one wants to admit that they are human beings.

It has some sanity left, which may be salvageable.

The system heard what the young master was thinking, and anxiously wanted to jump out and push him away, but saw that he suddenly made up his mind and picked up the two vines on the ground in his hands, and strode forward.

502, use hidden characters.

The moment Bai Qing's figure disappeared, the monster suddenly let out an angry shout, a little hesitant whether to catch up or solve its own split problem first.

It chooses to catch up.

When the young master heard the sound of footsteps running behind him, he finally couldn't help turning his head back.

In the vines that merged with the blood, there were traces of light blue spiritual power, which was very thin, but it carried out his thoughts.

This person is indeed a half-demon, and he is also a cultivator.

The cultivation level is not high, otherwise it is impossible to be suppressed by the monster to such an extent, this conclusion made him even more suspicious.

Don't want to be swallowed, but willing to die for him?

He caught his breath.

There may be people who are willing to lay down their lives for nothing.

But that Bai Qing is not him.

Breaking through the space consumes a lot of spiritual power, and the required spiritual power is not possessed by ordinary practitioners.

Chu Xiu couldn't describe how he felt when he saw that person was not in the enchantment. If he had to say it, he just wanted to send those blind senior brothers to the King of Hades with one sword.

He can't even look down on individuals, it's not trash. If there is another task, he will definitely not let any trash follow.

After breaking through the space once, the spiritual power in Chu Xiu's dantian was almost exhausted by half.

The unknown space cannot replenish the aura in the body, and the surroundings are in chaos. Although it is not the first time for Chu Xiu to come in, he still hates the stagnation feeling that his heart and lungs are frozen.

He traced the smell of Bai Qing's body in the dark space, and he could feel that the smell of blood on the man's body was getting stronger and stronger, and the breath of life was gradually dissipating.

As he walked forward, his sense of anxiety expanded, and he was very irritable.

Can't find it.

The smell of Bai Qing was everywhere, but he couldn't find it.

The enclosed space full of rusty smell made Chu Xiu uncontrollably think of many past events.

I remembered that when I found Bai Qing at the foot of Qiwumen Mountain a few years ago, he was also covered in wounds and blood, and he was so embarrassed that he almost died in front of him.

Bai Qing will probably never know how he brought that man back, and how he forced a bunch of pharmacists to prepare medicine for him.

When the old man said he was doing his best, he almost smashed the hospital.

He was afraid of Bai Qing's death.

Whether he wanted to take revenge on Bai Qing before, or just wanted to protect this person later, he never thought of Bai Qing's death.

Chu Xiu suddenly stopped.

In the blood, he smelled a smell that did not belong to Bai Qing, it was a disgusting smell.

He hates the breath.

Chu Xiu's expression froze, and the sharp and radiant sword cut another crack in the pitch-black space.

He jumped in without hesitation.