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Chapter 110

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    Wan Yao pinched the hairpin warily, but her hands and feet began to feel cold unconsciously, so she could only try her best to calm down.

    Because the other party has been running, it is not easy to find the exact acupuncture point. She cannot be sure whether she has really hit the fatal point, and the iron-faced army has always been strong and healthy, so she has to prepare for the worst.

    The night wind bleakly passed between the two of them, and the wilderness was as silent as cicadas.  For a long time, neither of the two of them spoke or moved, and the picture just stood there silently.

    Wanyao panted slightly, and watched the other person's actions without turning her eyes. She couldn't explain why, but when she looked into those eyes, she always felt that she could read a puzzling emotion from them.

    When the two sides were in a stalemate, two iron-masked soldiers suddenly appeared on the path in the forest.

    The four of them met each other without any warning, and each of them was a little dazed.

    The two looked blankly at the woman who was waiting under the tree, and then at the Wei soldiers who were injured on their shoulders not far away. Although they didn't quite understand the situation, they naturally wanted to help their own people.

    "Brother, what happened"

    The two approached slowly, watched Wanyao vigilantly, and surrounded her with the big tree as the center without any trace, perhaps they regarded her as a very difficult character.

    At this time, someone quietly pulled out a dagger from behind, and asked in a low voice: "I'll make a gesture later, let's go together Are we going to catch alive or dead? If you get injured or disabled, it doesn't matter.  No?"

    Even Wan Yao felt the imminent danger in the air at this moment, and the hairpin on her throat trembled uncontrollably.

    If they rushed up¡ª¡ªshe thought to herself, if they rushed up, she would have no choice but to confess here

    Suddenly, the iron-masked soldier who was lying on the ground staggered to his feet, and his rapid panting came out through the mask.

    She nervously gathered her five fingers, and the sharp hairpin pushed forward half an inch helplessly, almost giving up hope.

    However, in the next moment, Wan Yao heard a roar like a ghost, and the man raised his fist without any warning, and swung at the companion next to him¡ª¡ª

    The Iron Masked Army, who was concentrating, was caught off guard. He obviously didn't expect his comrades to turn against him suddenly, and he roared in panic, "What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

    However, the latter refused to let go, and held his arm with a strong hand, quickly pulled out the short blade at his waist and stabbed it into his abdomen forcefully, stabbing him several times in a row.

    The severe pain made the Iron Masked Army couldn't help screaming heart-piercingly, and also burst out with the power of survival instinct, freeing up his hands to beat the opponent's body desperately.

    "It's sick, he must be sick! Save me, save me!"

    The companion who was stunned to the side only came back to his senses at this time. They all knew that the after-effects of the drug were not trivial, and such accidents were probably not uncommon, so they immediately drew out their sabers and stepped forward to help.

    The three of them wrestled together, all of them were mighty warriors who had taken Dali pills. The strength in their hands should not be underestimated. If the firepower is fully fired, no one can get any benefit, but the iron-faced army seems to be extraordinarily desperate.  , with all the wounds on his body, he was still rampaging, with infinite strength, as if he didn't feel tired or hurt at all.

    Wan Yao sat there blankly watching the accident, the hand holding the hairpin had already been loosened, it stands to reason that she should take the opportunity to escape while they are now biting the dog, but for some reason, the picture in front of her always gave her a strange feeling  familiarity.

    In other words, there was a voice in her heart telling her that she could not leave now, as if she would miss a very important thing if she left.

    Three strong warriors who were already very human were fighting to the death. The first one was injured and fell to the ground soon because of a sneak attack.  But after all, it was a one-on-two situation, and the man in the iron mask's own injuries were not much better, but he had an unusual persistence, determined to kill the opponent no matter what.

    After some struggles, the remaining person finally started to get scared, turned around and wanted to run, but he entangled him from behind like a ghost, his arms were bleeding like he couldn't make it work, so he simply bit the other person's neck and bit him alive.  The blood in the neck was broken.

    The shrill cry immediately aroused the sleeping birds in the forest, and a large group of hula la flew away in panic.

    And this sound didn't last long, it gradually became weaker, until it was completely covered by the movement of spreading wings all over the world.

    After everything fell silent, the tall mountain-like body fell to the ground exhausted.

    Dust is everywhere, everything is quiet.

    There are very few people nearby, and the flames of war in the distance seem so ethereal and unreal at this time.

    Three behemothsFang Fang's spear head backhanded, like a tiger roaring suddenly, aiming at the throat of the comer as fast as lightning.

    This action set off a small gust of wind, and the hair on the sideburns of the other party was blown behind the ear.

    A pair of clear eyes came into his line of sight so unexpectedly, and his ferocious eyebrows were reflected in the clean pupils.

    And her face was as warm as yesterday, as if the light of the hazy sky suddenly broke through, and the world covered by the blood mist became unexpectedly clear.

    Under the gentle gaze of the girl, Xiang Huan's stern gaze disintegrated inch by inch, and shattered into thousands of strands of ashes.

    His expression seemed to have gone through astonishment, confusion and bewilderment, and finally stayed where he was, like a child who just woke up from a nap, staring at her unblinkingly, as if he couldn't remember that he just made a  what a dream.

    "Xiang Huan" The girl spoke in a thin and soft voice.

    His eyes widened unconsciously, but the panting sound in his mouth became more and more rapid. For some reason, the violent expression at first gradually looked aggrieved and sad.

    Xueya trembled between his five fingers, and finally smashed to the ground with a bang, and the blood flowed into a river.

    The boy suddenly stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

    The familiar atmosphere filled all senses, and his mood of being embarrassed all night finally fell apart at this moment. He could only tighten his arms desperately, and buried his head deeply into the girl's neck.

    The morning sun shone through the clouds, and in the distance was the army fighting in full swing, and nearby were the crying people.

    The world is a mess.

    But being so close, Wanyao didn't hear the almost suppressed choking sound in her ear until the dawn, the boy's head was pressed against her cheek, and she couldn't see anything, couldn't see anything clearly.

    Feeling a faint wisp of wetness coming from the clothes, Wan Yao suddenly froze, she stretched out her hand to touch Xiang Huan's face, and after a long time, she gently closed the warmth of her fingertips in her palm, and held it firmly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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