The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

"Madman..." Wu Jin stared at Wen Hong, his anger turned into crackling sparks and flew in the air.

A creamy and warm liquid overflowed from Yan Qimo's ears, and flowed along the contours of her profile all the way to her neck, like a bright red winding thread wrapped around fine white porcelain.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood line, and stared blankly at the deep red at her fingertips.

Intense killing intent filled the air, and powerful coercion swept over him wave after wave.Wen Hong's rough and wild voice howling up to the sky ripped through the eardrums harshly, pulling back Yan Qimo's sanity.

"Xiao Jin! You..." Yan Qimo turned her head sideways, and just as she was about to tell Wu Jin to leave first, she saw that her hands were already bright red, her throat froze instantly, and her voice stopped.

I don't know when, Wu Jin took out the cicada-wing thin blade hidden in his sleeve and cut the palms of his hands with such force that he was merciless.

A long blood-red scar ran across the entire palm, in which the blood gushed out like a spring, scrambling to rush out from the deep and long opening, covered the skin, dripped to the ground, and stained Wu Jin's normally fair pair of eyes without blinking. Soft little hands.

As if fished out of a sea of ​​blood, everything touched by a pair of hands was dyed a dazzling bright red—the silkworm silver thread turned into a blood thread, and there were blood beads hanging on it when they crossed the air. fall.

One's own blood is the thing that can most stimulate the toxicity of Gu insects, and it is better than thousands of prescriptions in the world.

But this method will do great damage to the Gu worm whose potential bursts instantly, as well as to itself.If it weren't for the imminent situation, Wu Jin would never use such a method of hurting others and himself.

But this man, damn it.

Wu Jin stared at Wen Hong angrily, wrapped the blood-soaked silk around his wrist, arm, and body, and held the other end in his hand, tightly tightening it.The wound on the palm of the hand continuously overflowed with blood, and the bean-sized blood beads hung on the silkworm silk, being absorbed and absorbed by the Gu eggs.

Gu eggs swelled and grew up one after another, secreting a highly poisonous poison and crazily drilled towards Wen Hong's body.

Wen Hong's body suddenly felt pain like mosquito bites, which spread infinitely from that small point to all limbs, bones, and every tendon.

He yelled wildly and waved his arms, grabbing the silkworm with both hands and about to pull it, his brows were huddled together, and his expression was already ferocious.

It happened that Yan Qimo was attacking at this time, Wen Hong had to distract himself to resist, he couldn't have another hand to push away the silkworm, and under his impatience, his moves were swift and fierce, and he only wanted to make a quick decision.

Yan Qimo happened to have the opposite idea.

The moves are like pear blossoms raining down, not giving Wen Hong any time to breathe and rest, nor giving him any chance to break free from the blood-red thread.

Especially thinking about the reason for Xiaojin's fury this time, Yan Qimo's jealousy turned into moves in his hands and smashed at Wenhong.

There were only dozens of strokes between the two of them, and the veins on Wen Hong's darkened skin suddenly burst out, as if they were about to split in the flesh and blood at any time.

At the same time, the celestial silk that was gradually turning red suddenly retracted, and the black veins on Wen Hong's neck jumped suddenly.

Yan Qimo hurriedly turned her head, and saw that Wu Jin's face was pale and bloodless, and the sweat on his forehead was even denser, and it seemed that even breathing became extremely difficult.She took a few steps to support Wu Jin, not daring to touch her badly injured palm, so she had to gently pinch her wrist, but her hand was still sticky.There are bloody water winding down, and broken beads of sweat.

Wen Hong fell to the ground, staring blankly at the front, his vitality was gone, but he held his breath and refused to fall down, muttering in his mouth: "Why...why..."

"He's gone crazy, let's go." Wu Jin's voice was weak, and he turned his eyes away from Wen Hong, barely leaning on Yan Qimo's support to stand still.

"No! I'm not crazy!" Wen Hongju's eyes widened, "It's not fair, it's not fair...!"

Wu Jin didn't turn his head back, and sneered: "You have already become one of the top ten swordsmen and gained a great reputation. What else can you blame for being fair and unfair? I don't know what is good or bad. According to what you said, could it be those who were born unable to practice martial arts? Will the person die? Yan Qimo, let's go and leave him alone."

"I don't know what's good... I don't know what's good... You actually said that this old man doesn't know what's good, hahaha..." The tottering body finally fell to the ground, Wen Hong's eyes widened, and the look in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only his lips squirming silently.

"Heaven... the way is unfair, after all... it's hard to calm down..."

Wu Jin looked at Wen Xu, leaning against the wall with distracted eyes, still keeping his mouth open but unable to make a sound.Even if you don't kill him, I'm afraid he is about the same.

She turned her head, looked at the water still cold and had already stood upright with her sword in her arms, cast her worried eyes, and withdrew a peaceful smile. "Sister Han..." Wu Jin's vision completely went dark, and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, the world had changed before my eyes.

Hunan embroidered brocade tents, nanmu beds, and the faint smell of incense in the air.Looking at the ceiling, the body is covered with a soft quilt, and out of the corner of my eye is a figure sitting alone by the bed.

It was Yan Qimo.Just as the awakened Wu Jin wanted to rub his body, he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "Hiss..."

There was a sudden sharp pain in the palm of the hand, which was hard to ignore. Wu Jin subconsciously raised his hand to look, and found that his hand was wrapped with a thick layer of wound bandage, and the white cloth band was still stained with mottled bloodstains.

"Are you awake?" Yan Qimo turned her head and gently supported her.

"Where's Sister Han?" Wu Jin grabbed Yan Qimo's sleeve and asked eagerly.

Sure enough...Yan Qimo lowered her gaze, helped Wu Jin to the head of the bed amidst Wu Jin's doubts, and leaned against the back to stabilize her.Then he withdrew his hand and walked away from the edge of the bed to the table without looking back.He said coldly: "She's fine." He opened the teacup and poured some water, and pressed the cup to his lips in annoyance.

The leader, who was already upset, still caught that loose sigh from the air.

Knowing that Shui Yuhan is fine, she must be very happy, right?A cup of tea was poured into his mouth without knowing when, Yan Qimo put down the empty cup, causing the rest of the tea utensils on the table to jump up and jingle: "I'll go first if you're fine." Immediately before Wu Jin could answer, she pushed herself away. door left.

Wu Jin came to his senses later, and when he raised his eyes, he only saw Yan Qimo's leaving back, and the door tightly closed by her.

Yan Qimo is fine, and sister Han is fine.Wu Jin, who escaped from the catastrophe, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his injured hands, slid down on his elbows, and retracted into the bed again.

Seeing Xiao Tie's fleshy head protruding from the bed, Wu Jin smiled and said, "Xiao Tie is about to sleep, Yan Qimo must be exhausted in such a hurry to rest, don't bother her."

The author has something to say: Yan Qimo: Hehe, I'm so tired, I'm so exhausted, please don't bother me!

Xiaojin: Good. (Turns to look at Routuanzi) Xiaotie, you are not allowed to go either.

In addition, there is an original shape about Xiaotie—you can think back to when you cooked glutinous rice balls...the sesame stuffed white glutinous rice balls are bigger, with eyes and mouth added, it is Xiaotie, hahahaha~~

Xiaomeng’s beep: It’s really annoying to have a bad cold. The entire trash can is full of paper balls from my nose blowing. I blow my nose after class. I still have a stuffy nose when I sleep at night. The method ah ah ah ah ~! !