flapping wings

Zhao Yuandao was taken aback by the scolding, he probably never saw someone who could be so shameless in public, open his mouth to swear, his face turned purple with anger.

Qi Ping immediately scolded even more cheerfully, "Old Purple Eggplant, you have green onions in your pig's nose, what kind of old fairy are you pretending to be. You pig Bajie in the mud, you think you are the Marshal of the Canopy!"

Zhao Yuandao's face was pale and white, and he rushed forward with a roar. Not only was his internal strength tyrannical, but he was also very good at controlling the weapon, which could be fast or slow.

Just now Qi Ping attacked with a fast sword, this man can strike fast with fast, but now when it is his turn to seize the upper hand, he unexpectedly uses a slow move.

Fighting against the slow sword, if you are not careful, your opponent will completely control the rhythm.

Every time Qi Ping wanted to counterattack with a quick sword and return to the home court to gain an advantage, he was blocked by his sword, unable to break through at all.

Qi Ping guessed that if he continued to procrastinate like this, he would be slaughtered by this old purple eggplant sooner or later.

Therefore, when the sword stabbed at him, he suddenly did not retreat but advanced, ignoring the attacking sword, and went straight to Zhao Yuandao's throat.

Zhao Yuandao naturally didn't want to risk his life, he turned back and tried to push Qi Ping's sword away from the bottom up, but just when the two swords were about to collide, Qi Ping finally moved.

He lowered his wrist slightly, brushed the blade from under Zhao Yuandao's sword and continued to move forward, aiming at the enemy's heart this time.

Zhao Yuandao squinted his eyes, only felt that this sword move was extremely exquisite, every pick and stab contained the aura of greatness, and he couldn't help but want to seize the treasure in his heart.

He leaned back, bent his wrist, and held Qi Ping's sword. At the same time, he stepped back, putting on an invincible appearance.

Seeing that the point of the sword was less than a finger away from his chest, Zhao Yuandao backed up and paused. With his left hand behind his back, he slapped Qi Ping's gap with seven points of internal strength, hitting his ribs.

At this time, Qi Ping was too late to return the sword, so he had to gather all the true energy in his body to resist.

He was swept away while the zhenqi was surging, and after barely holding the sword to stabilize his figure, he only felt the blood in his body boiling and the zhenqi was disordered.

"Little thief, you have been hit by my Thousand Snake Venomous Palm. Let me see how long you can jump." Zhao Yuandao retreated, his immortal demeanor suddenly disappeared, and a philistine look appeared on his face, "If you don't want to die, just do it!" Hand over the exercises, and I will consider keeping your humble life."

Qi Ping couldn't help but thumped in his heart, this old thing was thinking about his exercises.

A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he kept retreating into the crowd.

Zhao Yuandao noticed his movements and was even more proud, pressing forward step by step, "Little thief, if you have a way to survive, you must go quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Qi Ping had already retreated into the group of onlookers. Seeing that there was no way out, he looked around, gritted his teeth and took out a cylinder from his pocket.

He looked at Zhao Yuandao with resentment in his eyes: "Are you really going to let me go?"

"Naturally," Zhao Yuandao stroked his beard in a fairy-like way, stretched out his hand and ordered, "Throw it to me!"

Qi Ping lowered his eyelashes, stroking the body of the cylinder with his fingers, as if holding a treasure, moving down to the line at the end of the cylinder.

In the next second, he raised his head with a wry smile, aimed at Zhao Yuandao and pulled down the five-color tube mechanism, then turned and ran.

Ten small balls flew towards the crowd, Qi Ping turned his head and saw that old man Zhao Yuandao, relying on his deep internal strength, even picked up two small iron balls and grabbed them in his palm, almost didn't laugh out loud.

But he had a heartbroken expression on his face, "Old man, you you you you."

"Go to hell!" As soon as the words fell, accompanied by Qi Ping's long laugh, those small balls suddenly collectively "bang".

Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue smoke exploded in the crowd, as colorful as a rainbow, and being in it was simply dreamlike.

In an instant, wailing sounded from the crowd one after another, people were poisoned and fell down all around, people retreated one after another in the places that were not affected by the poisonous gas, and soon there were no living people around Qi Ping.

He quacked and laughed a few times, but it didn't take long for him to be complacent, and finally remembered that he had also been poisoned by Zhao Yuandao.

The high mood was suddenly depressed, he lowered his eyelids and looked around in a daze, but he couldn't find Zhao Yuandao anymore.

However, seeing some people fleeing towards the inner courtyard, Qi Ping's spirit was shaken again, and he couldn't help cursing himself for being stupid.

Mu Xiaoque in the back didn't know if he had arranged it properly. There was enough movement on his side, but everyone was scared away by him, and if the arrangement was broken, it would be a disaster.

He could only raise his spirits and chase in the direction of the inner courtyard, killing and chasing those who fled to the inner courtyard as fast as possible, and he didn't care when he died, he just wanted to give Mu Xiaoque's gift in full.

Those who fled to the inner courtyard were killed by him, the poisonous mist slowly dissipated, and the demonic people gathered towards him again, staring at him with hatred.

But he only dared to stare, after all, Qi Ping was still holding the life-threatening colorful tube in his hand.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and when Qi Ping was thinking about how to pretend to be aggressive, a long whistle suddenly sounded.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thank God, his bird finally came.

"Escape," Mu Xiaoque landed next to Qi Ping, dragged him and ran away. I have to say that the way she played was pretty cool, but her current state really ruined her image.

Qi Ping didn't realize how embarrassed the two of them were, he just felt that they were like a pair of elopement lovers, once they escaped from the cage, they were so happy, they grinned and ran while laughing.

"Grandma, you killed so many of us, now you want to run away?"

"Is this a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"

The people from the Death Demon Sect were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately exploded, chasing them and cursing.

After arriving at the main courtyard, Mu Xiaoque hugged Qi Ping with one hand and directly climbed onto the roof with light work. She took out a crossbow from her bosom, loaded the arrow, and aimed her eyes at the top of the arched gate in the courtyard.

Qi Ping looked down, these people were chasing here at some speed and some slowly, many of them chased into the yard and were about to jump to the roof to catch them.

Whoosh whoosh!

Mu Xiaoque pulled the trigger, and three black arrows with round heads flew towards the arch and the two wings on the left and right respectively.

Only three "bang" explosions sounded, and a fire dragon leaped up, surrounding the entire yard in an instant.

Under the dim light of the fire, one could see faces full of fright.

Many people tried to rush out of the fire wall, but because the fire was too strong, they had to retreat as soon as they stepped over.

Thick smoke was emitting from the fire, and it smelled like a fishy smell. People kept convulsing and fell to the ground, foaming from their mouths.

For the people in the yard, this is undoubtedly a house leak coincident with continuous night rain.

Originally under the scorching flames, breathing was already very difficult, so the poisonous gas was almost violently inhaled into the lungs.

For a moment, the howling was clearly audible in the crackling flames.

Those who had time to enter the yard in the future all backed away in a hurry. The calm ones went to find water to put out the fire, and the rest fled directly to the door.

Mu Xiaoque didn't even look at those people. What he wanted to do was not to kill them all, but some revenge must be repaid.

Turning her head to look at Qi Ping's hair, she secretly reached behind his back and twirled it lightly.

Explosions continued to be heard in the yard, and drops of burning oil were blown up, and the hot oil stained his body, leaving scarlet patches.

Living has its own way of living, and here, so is death.

Someone kept rolling on the ground, trying to put out the fire on his body, and then the movement gradually stopped, completely whimpering.

Someone rushed out of the wall of fire, but still knelt on the ground shortly after rushing out, gradually burning into a piece of scorched black coal.

Some people seem to be desperate, just lying on the ground, waiting for the flames to devour themselves.

Others kept kowtowing to them.

But some things cannot be turned back after they have been done, just like this fire, even as arsonists, they are powerless to put it out.

Before the house completely collapsed, Mu Xiaoque withdrew her gaze, pulled Qi Ping and jumped to a safe place.

The wailing sound spread across the wilderness with the wind, Qi Ping could hardly help shivering, looked at Mu Xiaoque and said, "What a crime! Those people were burned alive?"

"Give me another choice," Mu Xiaoque heard the howling blown by the wind, and shook hands behind her back, "I will still kill."

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to that cold and damp prison cell.

The person lying on the ground was no longer a human being, but the person didn't realize it, and just asked him over and over again: "Do you want to kill me again?"

It wasn't until he heard the satisfactory answer that he finally closed his eyes and fell into an eternal sleep.

"Qi Ping, this is me. In my eyes, human life may not be as good as an ant on the side of the road." Mu Xiaoque said softly, with bulging veins in his hand behind his back, "You just like this skin, but the real I don't deserve your sincerity."

"There is beauty in the sky, and a heart of snakes and scorpions." Qi Ping nodded Mu Xiaoque's head, and said with a smile: "So it happens to go to hell with me, and I can still protect you when the time comes."

He tilted his head and stared at Mu Xiaoque, "Why don't you follow me, so that I won't find you when the time comes."

Mu Xiaoque was a little annoyed when she saw that this man was not serious, but her tense body didn't feel loose.

"I won't go to hell," Mu Xiaoque said to stop all Qi Ping's delusions.

He ignored the other party's reaction, quietly watched the fire burning in the distance for a while, then turned to him again and said, "Are you not injured?"

At this moment, Qi Ping remembered that he was poisoned, looked at Mu Xiaoque and said calmly: "I might die."

The crossbow. The arrow shot to the ground with a whoosh, and a string of sparks exploded. Mu Xiaoque threw the arrow away, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Qi Ping's wrist and index finger and put it on the pulse.

After a while, he shook off Qi Ping's hand with an expression of "again making trouble for no reason", "He deserves to die!"

"You're not human!" Qi Ping chased after Mu Xiaoque and gave Mu Xiaoque a thump. Tears flashed in his eyes, and he tried not to cry: "I'll never let you go even if I'm a ghost, you bastard."

"Stop, stop, stop," Mu Xiaoque covered Qi Ping's mouth with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you so confident in lying to people now?"

Qi Ping opened his mouth and bit Mu Xiaoque's palm hard. He didn't let go until he tasted the rusty smell between his teeth, and stuck out his tongue to lick it distressedly.

Mu Xiaoque's hand trembled, and he quickly pulled it back. Qi Ping ran over to punch and kick him, cursing at the same time: "Whoever lied to you will lie to you!"

Mu Xiaoque has grown up to such a big age, and has never encountered such a big twists and turns in his life. Usually, when he sees him, he is not polite and respectful, but now he is almost being chased and beaten.

"I was hit by Zhao Yuandao's "Thousand Snake Venomous Palm", and I don't have much time left to live," Qi Ping finished venting, looking at Mu Xiaoque calmly.

With his eyes flashing, he pouted and leaned over, and said pitifully: "Before I die, can you kiss me? This is my only wish. Oh, there is another one. If I can still be saved, you can try to save me." I."

"Before you die, you don't forget to play a hooligan." Mu Xiaoque pushed Qi Ping's face away, and sighed quietly: "The anti-drug pill last time went into the dog's stomach."

"What pill?" Qi Ping looked stunned, grabbed Mu Xiaoque's wrist and felt his heart come alive again.

He stammered and asked: "You...how did you give...you eat it? Why do you...don't...don't eat it? You, you, you are not lying, are you? "

Before Mu Xiaoque said a word, she stretched out her hand and began to untie Qi Ping's clothes. Qi Ping stood there in surprise and joy, and suddenly had the illusion that he was about to ascend to heaven, light and airy.

He secretly observed the surrounding environment, is it really okay to be so hasty?Do you want to be so wild for the first time?

His face started to feel hot, and even his eyes were slightly dry from the burn. He calmed down and felt that he was in love, so he didn't care.

He rushed forward and kissed Mu Xiaoque, skillfully unfastened her belt, and pressed her against an old tree behind her.

The author says:

Have you noticed that Mu Xiaoque is no longer able to fight back, he has no way to deal with Qi Ping, and now he is completely unable to deal with him.