Disciple and grandson, stop, you have committed the following crimes

Eleven knew that A Que was speaking on the scene, Hua Yunxian was in danger at this moment, and with the relationship between them, even if he really died here, he would still do his best.

Eleven thinks that most people in this world only care about their immediate interests. After all, "people don't destroy the world for themselves." Not seen twice.

"I'll go in with you! Anyway, if you let me go back now, with my ability, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape unscathed." When Eleven said this, A Que looked at him slightly surprised, "Don't worry, I won't It will implicate you, I am poisoned all over my body, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get close to me."

A Que snorted slightly, "Don't you feel contradictory in what you said?"

Eleven raised his chin, "I've been on the island for so many years, I've never been here, and now I'm standing at the door, I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't go in..."

A Que was about to say something, Eleven quickly pricked several of A Que's main veins with a needle, "You can keep your meridians and at the same time burst out with [-]% power, but..."

"Thank you!" Before Eleven could finish speaking, A Que smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

At this time, Zuo Ning turned his head and made eye contact with A Que. After A Que nodded slightly, he rushed into the inner hall with Shi Yi.

As soon as they entered the main hall, a group of men in black rushed out. Before Ah Que could make a move, Shi Shi stepped forward and sprinkled a handful of poisonous powder. The men in black who came forward all started to cough, and puffs of blood appeared on their faces. Scary red sores that seem to be painful and itchy, with an extremely painful expression.

"Let's go!" Eleven pulled A Que and ran towards the door beside him, "I didn't expect, little brat, it will be your turn to protect me one day." A Que joked, while being vigilant of the surrounding situation .

"Save your speaking effort! I don't have so much poisonous powder to sprinkle on me."

After finishing speaking, another group of men in black ran up ahead, and A Que immediately protected Eleven behind him. Fortunately, there were not many of them, and A Que took care of them in a few clicks.

But at this time, a strange laughter suddenly sounded from behind, and A Que frowned slightly, feeling a little familiar.

The person walking towards them was dressed in black and held a fan made of crow hair. The bright nails on the ring finger and little finger were particularly eye-catching, and the light here was dim and unclear.

But you can still see the smile on the scar on the corner of his mouth at a glance, which makes people feel a chill down their spine.

Isn't this the old ghost of Guiyazhuang who was let go last time?

"I haven't seen you for several months, I really miss you a little!" Gui Wuxiang's yin and yang tone made people chill.

A Que smiled disdainfully, "Are you missing your three useless little devils?"

Ghost Wuxiang, who was stabbed at the sore spot, shook his fan, and dozens of silver needles flew over, and Aque pulled Eleven behind him to dodge flexibly.

However, two of the silver needles still scratched his arm and face, and a red line appeared on his face immediately, which was especially frightening because of his pale face.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Your strength is not as good as before..." Gui Wuxiang was quite proud, "It's a pity that I can't just take your dog's life right now..."

"Are you Ghost Wuxiang from Guiyazhuang?" Eleven suddenly asked in a deep voice.

It was only then that Gui Wuxiang noticed the person behind Ah Que, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's right! But... Where did this little devil's head come from?"

Eleven wanted to go forward, but was pulled back by A Que. Eleven lowered his head, his small body seemed to be shaking with anger, "Then do you remember the layman Yaoxian who died in your hands six years ago?" ?”

Gui Wuxiang snorted lightly, fanned his fan leisurely and said: "The number of people who died in my hands is as many as the stars in the sky, how can it be possible to remember every one of them?"