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"Impossible... Impossible! I took away half of it, why are you still alive? Why are you really awake - sleep light!"
The man shook his head in disbelief, and when he roared and shouted the name, Wang Xiaobaa looked at him in shock and then at the wind.
"That, do you know me?" Wang Xiaoba pointed to himself, this person was still called by the name of his previous life, could it have something to do with them
"Feng Jin, do you know him?"
Wen Fengjin took his eyes away from Wang Xiaobaa, and glanced at the man indifferently in the eyes of the man with hidden hope.
"No." Wen Fengjin said, "I don't know this person."
The man with the stiff face on the opposite side twitched ferociously when he heard the words, his eyes widened as he looked at Wen Fengjin and looked crazy.
"You don't know me..." He pointed at Wen Fengjin while laughing and said, "You don't know me? You lied! You must remember me!"
Wang Xiaobaa swallowed his saliva when he looked at his wicked eyes like a ghost.
"Xiao Wenzi, if you know someone, just admit it, this guy feels like he's going to rush over and bite us."
Those crazy eyes seemed to have the hatred of killing their father and taking their wife with them.
But Wen Fengjin still shook his head, without even looking at the man, he walked to the coffin and reached out his hand to gently caress the side of Xiao Baa's face.
"Senior brother woke up? I have to deal with some noisy mice in a while, brother may wish to sleep a little longer, rest assured, it will be over soon."
... Hey, people are listening.
Wang Xiaoba quietly glanced at the man - FUCK! Big brother, don't it hurt to open your eyes so big? !
But Wang Xiaoba found out, this big brother looked at him: jealous and resentful!
This big brother sees all the news: love and hate...
The big brother looked at him again: jealousy and resentment!
This eldest brother sees all the wind again: love and hate...
Oh my mother! This is how two kinds of eyes and facial expressions can be switched freely in all directions without dead ends!
After giving Wang Xiaobaa a kind of living female protagonist looking at the mistress in the upper position, she loves and hates the male protagonist, 'Hey, you'll regret doing this to me' You are all torn apart! '
Wang Xiaobaa: ... This look is too much drama.
Even Sister Lei and Xiao Luo, who tried to minimize their presence behind him, recovered, they couldn't help but think: Why do I have the feeling that we are following good sisters to catch rape
"...You better think about it, I think he really knows us, but how could he know who we are after we've lived for so many years?" Wang Xiaoba pushed Wen Fengjing's hand away, wrinkling it. He frowned and said in a low voice.
The way this man looked at him was so weird, it made him feel uncomfortable suffocating.
Wen Feng gave a noncommittal "um", and finally rubbed his thumb against his cheek and stood up straight, "Are you the ones who want my heart?"
"No, it's not them, it's just me." The man surnamed Yan had a sharp edge in his eyes, and his tone mocked: "Wen Fengjing should say that it is you, you are so unfeeling, back then you saw nothing but your trashy senior brother. No, after your senior brother died, you still can't hold anything but the corpse in your eyes, hehe, I have done so much for you, but you can't even recognize it now."
Wen Feng's expression paused.
"What, you finally remembered me?!"
In the man's eyes rekindled with anticipation, he half-closed his eyes with black hair like a crow, and the red lines between his eyebrows were as red as blood. He inadvertently swept the peach blossom petals falling from his shoulders with his slender fingertips.
That kind of attitude, as if the man's words and the man's existence are the dust on his shoulders that is not worth nostalgic.
Forefinger and thumb pinched a petal and threw it on the ground. He smelled the wind and raised his pink and moist lips. He said, "Are you something worth remembering?"
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This is a good dress~ Wang Xiaobaa sitting in the coffin silently took out a small notebook, learned and learned.
The man clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clenched until his cheeks bulged, but he soon relaxed, and even used his uneasy facial nerve to pull a smile again.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, I remember you just fine, the wind is gone." He laughed terribly, and said in an intimate and perverted voice: "If you didn't have me, you wouldn't have gotten the elixir, and if you didn't have me, you wouldn't have to. After he woke up, he was still living in the underground palace."
"I guess why don't you guys go back to the ground? Haha, because he left this acacia tree and couldn't live without your blood! Hahaha."
The man surnamed Yan suddenly turned his head and pointed at Wang Xiaoba, who was huddled in the coffin watching the fun, "Mian Deng, you are just a living corpse now, it is very painful to smell the corpse odor on your body every day, scoff, Because half of the medicine I made for you was eaten by me, you see, I also lived many years ago, do you know what that medicine is made of? Yes... "
The wind was chaotic, and Wen Fengjin suddenly appeared opposite the man and grabbed the man's neck. The man's words and his breath were cut off by Wen Fengjin!
"It turned out to be you, you actually dare to appear in front of me." Wen Fengjin's black pupils, which were about to occupy the entire eye sockets, turned scarlet in an instant, and his hands were ferociously hard, and the crisp 'click' sound of bones breaking.
When Wen Fengjin let go, the man fell softly to the ground, but Wen Fengjin didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, but turned his head to the coffin, and said to the stunned Wang Xiaobaa, "Xiaobaa, take my sword. give me."
Wang Xiaobaa looked at the corpse of the man who was madly mocking on the ground.
There is even a kind of anticlimactic unreal.
The kind that you clearly think that the other party is talking trash on the surface, but actually seems to be trying to make a big move to give you seconds, but you are shaking, and he is suddenly knocked down by a brick...
It doesn't feel like a downfall.
I just want to hold the brick cos king sledgehammer in my hand! ! !
Not only did Wang Xiaoba think this way, but Sister Lei and Xiao Luo were also stunned, their jaws dropping to the ground.
"...Master, didn't you say that he has something to rely on?" Xiao Luo twitched the corners of his mouth.
"... Probably his reliance is trash talk." Unfortunately, when he met an opponent who said 'Go away, I won't listen', Sister Lei covered her face.
"No, it's over? And what did he mean? What medicine, what corpse odor? Why don't I know?" Wang Xiaoba looked at Wen Fengjin in confusion.
He had a hunch that the man would say something that subverted his previous understanding, but Wen Fengjing deliberately prevented the man from speaking.
Just thinking about it, the man on the ground suddenly moved!
"Fuck! I cheated!" Xiao Luo shouted out Wang Xiaobaa's heart.
He watched in horror as the corpse on the ground twitched, and after a while, he even swayed and stood up like a zombie in a movie.
The man's hand grasped his neck, making a crisp skeletal sound of 'click, click', as if adjusting the position.
Hearing the wind, he tapped Wang Xiaobaa's forehead, "I'm back to my senses, Xiaobaa, hand me my Liao Yuejian."
"Ah? Oh oh oh!" Wang Xiaoba quickly took Liao Yuejian out of the coffin and handed it to Wen Fengjin, cowardly like a fake zongzi, "How come this guy got up, I rely on it!"
"He can't be killed by these things alone. It's a little troublesome for you to hide in the coffin first. This man is a lunatic. I'll answer your questions when I solve him."
Wen Fengjin's expression was very gentle, and he didn't even cast a glance at the revived monster. His pupils reflected Wang Xiaobaa's somewhat uneasy face, and he gently pulled out Liao Yuejian's blade, with Wang Xiaobaa in his eyes. Baa couldn't understand the excitement, he said softly: "It seems that the one named Zhenbei didn't lie, I will really resurrect you soon, Xiaobaa."
Wang Xiaoba was stunned: "What do you mean... What is the real resurrection of me?" Haven't I turned into a zombie now? Am I alive now
But Wen Fengjin didn't answer him, Wen Fengjin held the sword, the scabbard fell to the ground, strands of long black hair blew, murderous in a crimson, a powerful aura burst out! The dull hammer, like an invisible fist, couldn't breathe in his chest, and even his head began to buzz!
Standing behind Wen Fengjin, Wang Xiaoba felt this way, not to mention the strange man who was facing him. He stumbled and almost fell to his knees, while Sister Lei and Xiao Luo, who were behind him, grabbed with a pale face. The clothes on his chest were half kneeling on the ground, bleeding from his nose.
But the man just started to stiffen, and then he became more and more comfortable with the invincible, even exuding the same aura as Wen Fengjin!
"... Saying I'm a lunatic?" The man's clothes were rattled by Ling Lie's breath, he laughed lowly, his face and skin turned blue-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye! The muscles and veins appeared on the skin and were still beating, ferocious and terrifying, and the pair of normal eyes also turned the same red as Wen Fengjin.
"After hearing the news, you said, who is the lunatic, me and you? You won't forget the murders you once did, and you also forgot the things that you once slaughtered your own teacher?"
"To shut up."
Wen Fengjin held the sword with one hand, the sword body was as long as it was, and it drew an arc with the bright moon and attacked it violently!
The man couldn't dodge in time to pick it up with both hands!
"Fuck! 100% empty-handed and hand-to-hand!?"
"Fuck! Do you think you are Guo Jing?!"
Two exclamations came at the same time, Wang Xiaobaa and Xiao Luo looked at each other from afar.
Duan friends!
huh? Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment: Isn't he a thousand-year-old dumpling? How did he know this shit
But before he could figure it out, the fierce fight over there caught everyone's attention.
I saw that after the blow, the man's arm was almost cut off, but the wound on it healed quickly in the next second, and the man also pressed on his belt and pulled out a piece of software.
Wen Fengjin fought with him, the sword light was dazzling, and the crisp weapon handover sound was humming incessantly. In the eyes of a mortal like Wang Xiaobaa, it was simply a fight between gods and gods.
Various movement techniques and light and shadows dazzled him. If he was allowed to come, it is estimated that he would not be able to stop him with a single move.
Especially the attack of the wind, every time it has overwhelming killing intent, and the opponent relies on his powerful healing ability, he can block what he can, and what he can't, he will directly carry it!
The strange thing is that every time Wen Fengjin caused him the wound was big enough, but the blood didn't flow out much. That way... Wang Xiaoba clutched his chest and placed the artifact in the enlightened position. It was exactly the same as Wen Fengjin. …
The man who was stabbed again disregarded his wound, and even if he was injured, he also added a scar on Wen Fengjin's body. It was a life-for-life approach.
[The author has something to say: Today's second watch, seven thousand words are used as a base.
I'll catch bugs later, the author's eyes are not good, the computer is not good at rushing, everyone should be more concerned.]