Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

Chapter 212 How To Be You
The companion was suddenly overturned, and the other three men in black immediately slowed down their pursuit. The three men leaned against each other and reorganized their formation before they began to approach Taoist Wuwei again.

Looking at Taoist Wuwei's bloody back, Wen Xiang was so anxious that he couldn't speak: "Blood, blood, a lot of blood came out."

"Idiot, do you want us to die here together? I can only run if you run away." Taoist Wuwei also turned red-eyed, he still didn't want to die: "Go!"

Wen Xiang was thrown back a few steps, and seeing Taoist Wuwei fighting with the man in black again, she felt that what Taoist Wuwei said made sense, she turned around and ran away.

After rushing into the valley with a [-]-meter sprint posture, Wen Xiang fell to the side, panting heavily: "My lord, my lord, why are you following me? You go to help the Taoist priest."

"Meow meow meow."

"One Tweety is enough, there are three of them, hurry up."

"Meow." The king disagreed, smelling the fragrance was the most important thing in its eyes.

"You're going to piss me off, hurry up, Your Majesty."

The king still crouched beside Wen Xiang, motionless.

Wen Xiang was so pissed off by the king, but there was nothing he could do about it, he could only be anxious: I don't know if the senior brother escaped successfully?

After calming down, Wen Xiang, who was worried about the death of Taoist Wuwei, was still worried. She tiptoed out of the valley, ran and hid a few steps, and walked quietly to the place where she encountered the attack while observing the surrounding situation.

At this moment, Taoist Wuwei, who had already killed the three men in black, finally fell to the ground from exhaustion, and he dropped his sword. He could only watch helplessly as the last man in black continued to approach him step by step.

The only remaining man in black is actually not very powerful, and he has been evasively falling to the end, but unexpectedly he survived to the end.

At this moment, he stabbed the sword that must kill Taoist Wuwei.

Seeing Taoist Wuwei was about to kill him with a single blow, Tweety rushed towards the man in black like a whirlwind.

"Ah!" The man in black shook Tweet away with his left hand, and with a shake of his right hand, the heart of the sword was crooked.

Taoist Wuwei tried his best to avoid the heart. He firmly grasped the sharp knife piercing his chest, raised his bloodied face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who sent you here?" The man in black forcefully He twitched the sword, but he didn't twitch, and he didn't care. Seeing that Taoist Wuwei was about to die on the spot, he was interested in saying a few words: "You have offended many people, don't you know?"

"who is it?"

"Hey, it's okay to tell you, who do you think I am?" The man in black laughed a few times, and raised his hand to remove the veil.

"Lu Du said?!" Taoist Wuwei exclaimed, this was beyond his expectation: "How could it be you?"

"What's so strange about me?"

"There's no such big grievance between me and you, is there?"

"Hmph, there was no enmity at first, but didn't I have enmity later? Because of you brothers, I was forced to go to Sanming Mountain and become a bandit. Do you think this enmity is serious?"

"Just because of this?"

"Of course it's not just because of that. Who made you offend Mrs. Zhao again? They offer a reward of 500 taels for your life."

"Hehe." Taoist Wuwei laughed a few times: "Just for a mere 500 taels, you still hired a professional killer? Is this enough money?"

"Hmph, I'm with the boss of Sanming Mountain, but we didn't find those two killers." Lu Dudao pointed to the two killers who had already fallen to the street:
"He sent it to the door on his own initiative. We hit it off right away. Who told you to offend people in the capital? You said that you lived such a life of resentment, it would be better to die as soon as possible."

"The Lord Chuyue sent them here." Taoist Wuwei affirmed.

"I don't know what the county is or not. I only know the people from the capital. That's all, I'll say what should be said, and what should not be said. You can go on your way with peace of mind."

"Hey!" Daoist Wuwei suddenly showed a strange smile, and suddenly his right hand came out and grabbed Lu Dushui's left hand.

"Huh?" Lu Du was taken aback for a moment: what is he going to do?

Behind Lu Dusuo, Wen Xiang, holding a sharp sword, was attacking with overwhelming momentum.

At this time, Lu Du said that he also came to his senses. He hurriedly drew his sword, and when he couldn't pull it out, he broke Taoist Wuwei's hands and kicked Taoist Wuwei with his feet: "Let go, let go, let me go quickly."

How could Daoist Wuwei let go of his hand? He was pulling him so hard that he would never let him go.

Lu Du said that he had no weapon in his hand and couldn't escape, so he could only use his hands to block Wen Xiang's sword in vain.

Taoist Wuwei only taught Wen Xiang ten strokes of Xingyue swordsmanship, most of which were mainly defensive, and only two or three were mainly attacking.

Now what Wen Xiang is using is the most aggressive snake-mirror questioning heart, the sword's heart is directed at the heart of the throat, but it bends to the heart at an incredible angle in an instant.

"Hey!"

The sharp knife entered the heart, and the bright red blood splashed on Wen Xiang's face with a "poof".

"Ah!" Lu Dushuo's hand was still covering his neck, but the sharp pain in his heart distorted his face and screamed out.

Taoist Wuwei let go of his hand in satisfaction.

The blood and the tragic scene of Taoist Wuwei made people smell the fragrance and yelled madly: "Ah——"

She used all her strength to pierce her heart with a sword, and made Lu Dusuo retreat more than ten meters in a row, and finally nailed him firmly to the tree.

"Hoo hoo!" Wen Xiang panted violently, and without caring about checking what Lu Du was saying, she turned around and ran towards Taoist Wuwei.

"Taoist, senior brother, senior brother, how are you?" The blood-soaked Taoist Wuwei made Wen Xiang panic, her hands could hold here, but not there.

The long sword stuck in Taoist Wuwei's chest made Wenxiang go crazy: "Woooo, we agreed to run separately, why don't you run away? You liar, bastard, woooo┈┈"

"Don't, don't talk nonsense, look, look for Songxue." Taoist Wuwei, who had been holding his breath for a while, finally fainted.

"Wow┈┈, you don't want to die, I don't want you to die, woo┈┈" Wen Xiang cried hysterically, not wanting, not wanting the whole time, until he was kicked awake by the king.

The king dug out the cloth bag of hundreds of treasures that Wen Xiang was carrying in the overturned mule cart, dragged it and threw it in front of her.

Wen Xiang, who came back to his senses, stretched out his trembling hands to detect the aura of Taoist Wuwei: Although his breath is like a thread, he is still alive.

"Huh!" Wen Xiang felt that she was alive again, and she hurriedly checked the injury situation of Taoist Wuwei:
In addition to all kinds of small wounds, there were two deep wounds on his legs and back, his flesh was turned up, and it was black, which seemed to be stained with poison; the old wound at the corner of his left eye The wound was cut again, and the whole face was disfigured; the most serious thing was that he still had a sword stuck in his chest.

Although Wenxiang's Baibao cloth bag has all kinds of emergency equipment, including medical cloth strips, etc., it is still not enough to deal with the current emergency situation.

She felt very troubled, so she could only ask the natives for help: "My lord, are there any herbs in the valley that can detoxify, stop bleeding, and reduce inflammation?"

"Meow." The king nodded.

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