Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wu Tang was hesitant, not because he didn't believe his junior, but because what he said before made him feel at ease.If he would come over even in danger, it seemed that he didn't take his own safety into consideration, and he couldn't help worrying that his junior and junior would really make a wrong choice at a critical moment.

The remaining six ghosts were also gradually approaching them, but because of Wu Tang's previous thunderstorms that damaged the room, the bed was squeezed into a corner, and two beams fell from the roof, dividing the room into small compartments. They have limited mobility, and there is a small gap between them.

"No matter what happens in a while, brother, you don't need to panic, just wait patiently." Wen Yanke's expression could be seen to be a little tense, but the tone of the voice transmission to Wu Tang was quite calm.

Wu Tang observed Wen Yanke's expression, and could clearly see the wet sweat on his forehead. He knew his junior very well. The younger brother didn't show it on the surface, but in fact his aura was empty.

Three of the swords used have already been discarded, and the younger brother himself must have reached his limit.

Wu Tang took a deep look at him and reluctantly responded, but a thought popped up in his mind.

He didn't want to bring Yu Ji into it, and he couldn't just watch his junior brother have an accident, it was really a last resort.

Since Zou Ping once said that they would not hurt their lives, he would show his weakness first and then wait for an opportunity, even if it was a bad move, he had to do so.

Wu Tang frowned in thought.

The next moment, the first ghost was already two steps away.

However, Wu Tang didn't see Wen Yanke flying out a spell to kill it, and just turning around to ask, Wen Yanke's face became paler.

Wu Tang's heart twitched, and he couldn't help but send a voice transmission: "What's wrong, Junior Brother?"

He was so anxious that he didn't have half a bottle of pills on him at this time, not even a single herb.

But there was no time for him to ask, ghosts waited for no one, and he was about to go to Wen Yanke's arms to take out the talisman, when Wen Yanke's pale face finally moved.

His hands trembled in front of him, and he took out a Five Thunder Talisman.

But when the talisman was about to fly out, the ghost had already arrived in front of Wu Tang.

The qi-training foundation-building ghost that no one could touch Wen Yanke's hair before was no different. It moved quickly towards Wu Tang, but before it touched Wu Tang's broken sword, it was stopped by Wen Yanke's arm.

Yinhun's movement was blocked, and he directly bit Wen Yanke's shoulder.

Seeing this, Wu Tang's pupils constricted, and the monk's soul was extremely sensitive and cherished, and it would take years and months to recover from any damage.

Yinhun's attack landed directly on Shenhun, and Wutang saw Wen Yanke sweating like rain in an instant with his naked eyes, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Wu Tang stabbed with the broken sword but failed to stop the ghost's movement, instead making it more aggressive. Wu Tang's body reacted faster than his consciousness, and he stretched out his splitting hand towards the spell in Wen Yanke's hand.

But in the middle of stretching out his hand, Wen Yanke fought hard to be bitten, and finally stuck the spell on Yinhun's forehead.

Wu Tang's talisman must not hurt himself, so he hastily withdrew his hand and turned to protect Wen Yanke.But because of the short reaction time and the fact that he was too close to the talisman, the power of the five thunder talisman still affected Wen Yanke.

Half of Wen Yanke's arm was blown off. For the first time, a bloody smell appeared in the room that was only filled with yin and resentment, and it spread rapidly, domineeringly dispelling other breaths.

Wu Tang's eyes were bloodshot from the horror of this bloody scene, and anger and hatred rushed to his head, making him almost lose his mind, and he was about to take out the remaining spells and get out of bed to fight them desperately.

But he was stopped by Wen Yanke, who used the broken arm.

Wen Yanke stared at him, without saying a word, but acted resolutely. Although his face was as pale as paper, his expression was still calm.

Wu Tang frowned when he was blocked, but he remembered what Wen Yanke had asked him just now.

He couldn't help but froze, and was pushed back by Wen Yanke.

You can't be arrogant, but seeing Wen Yanke's situation, Wu Tang really couldn't bear to watch it.

Wu Tang forced himself to calm down and feel at ease, and decided to follow his plan, so that he could no longer hinder his plan.

If he saw that Wen Yanke was really showing signs of sacrificing himself, then he would not agree even if he died together or was taken back to the sect together.

Wu Tang sat back on the bed again, since he agreed, then just wait.

The next ghost came one after another, still ignoring the broken body of the previous fallen one, and instead of attacking Wutang first.

Instead, with red eyes, she was directly attracted by Wen Yanke's bitten shoulder wound and the bloody smell coming from her arm.

Like a pack of wolves that had seen blood, the two ghosts bit Wen Yanke's wound.

The sweat flowing from Wen Yanke's forehead flowed down her chin and into her neck, almost soaking her underwear.

Wutang's eyes were red, why not use spells, even if the number of spells is not enough to kill the ghosts.But if it lasts for a moment, it is a moment, maybe there will be a turning point in the future, and it is impossible to be eaten by ghosts while carrying a spell.

At this time, Wu Tang could also see that his junior brother did this on purpose, probably to confuse Zou Ping, but he couldn't figure out Wen Yanke's next move.

He wanted to help his junior to share some of the burden, but he was always supported by his broken arm in front of him, shielding him from the bite of ghosts.

Wu Tang watched helplessly that the bodies of the ghosts who were close at hand gradually filled up, and there was Wen Yanke's aura on his body. He heard the chewing sound in his ears, and his eyes were almost tearing apart.

He had never hated his incompetence so much for a moment. He bit his knuckles, and the blood from the gnawing blood flowed to his chin, as if he was biting the body of the ghost in front of him, and he seemed to be forcing himself to empathize with Wen Yanke.

Junior brother is not for others, but to protect him.

It's not because of other things that the younger brother suffers, but because of his incompetence.

The hatred that can swallow people into bones enveloped Wu Tang, he forced himself to stay still, but at the same time he was trembling with stress, his throat made a whimpering sound, making it hard to hear what he said.

When Wen Yanke heard Wutang's voice, her back stiffened slightly, and her body, which was bitten by the ghost, moved after all.

First, he stepped on the ghost lying on him with long legs, and the other ghost was also dragged down.

Wen Yanke's intact arms picked up the ones on the ground and stuck them in front of his chest.But after all, Wen Yanke's spiritual energy was exhausted at this time, not enough to seriously injure them, and when she regained her senses, she began to thrash about.