My cards are not straight

Chapter 87

With tears in his eyes, the man reluctantly looked at Wen Ning, feeling that there really would be strangers desperately trying to save them.

He finally closed his eyes peacefully.

After hearing what the man said, Wen Ning got up from the ground and ran away.

A ray of breeze passed by her feet, changing from invisible to tangible.

Wen Ning never dreamed that one day she would be tripped by the wind, and it was literally tripped.

Seeing that he was getting closer to the ground, Wen Ning quickly covered his face with his hands.

The head can be broken and the blood can flow, and the death must be beautiful.

The body fell heavily to the ground, and the expected pain never came. Wen Ning opened her left eye and found that the soil under her body began to fluctuate and soften.

This touch is a bit weird, something is wrong, try again.

She changed her posture, from facing the ground to lying on her side.

Wen Ning felt that this posture was not quite right. She was about to adjust her posture when a strange scene happened.

The originally soft ground suddenly opened wide to both sides, and she kept lying on her side and fell vertically.

Wen lemon: 0.0
The sense of crisis that Wen Ning had thrown into the country of Java finally managed to find Wen Ning's central nervous system after 81 disasters.

"o((>ω<))o, my God!"

Wen Ning had a flash of inspiration and called out loudly: "30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor."

She clasped her hands and prayed like crazy, parachute, parachute.

Whether you can live or not depends on you!
[Ding dong, skill card: three things, the number of times used by Mo Yuqiong: -1, remaining: 2/5]

The silver-gray particle light condensed sharply, and in Wen Ning's hand, a horoscope knife was pieced together.

[The skill card is a random item, and the character knife is detachable. This weapon has a certain damage effect on strange monsters. The follow-up function is to be developed. It can be used multiple times provided it is not damaged. 】

The black thread crawled up Wen Ning's head.

She looked down at the propeller-like horoscope knife in her hand, and took a deep breath.

Crazy to comfort myself, this thing can also save itself, something is better than nothing.

Wen Ning half-closed her phoenix eyes, and adjusted her posture of free falling in the air.

From 'one' to '|' complete a qualitative leap.

Immediately, Wen Ning raised the horoscope knife above her head and waved it with her hands.

The horoscope knife spun wildly, and the air around Wen Ning poured into the horoscope knife.

Her whole body has become a bamboo dragonfly, the difference is that this bamboo dragonfly is a bit useless.

After landing smoothly, Wen Ning casually stuck the knife behind his back and looked at everything underground.

The iron chains are criss-crossed, one connected to the other.

The dense runes on it reminded Wen Ning of the coffin wrapped in iron chains.

When she looked around, she seemed to be hit by something on the top of her head.

The cold touch swept over, Wen Ning looked up, red - boundless red.

The unknown red liquid dripped to the ground along the iron chain, gathering into small puddles.

Wen Ning looked along the iron chain, then looked for the source of the liquid and backed away.

The closer you get to the source, the more water marks remain on the chain.

Suddenly collided with someone from behind, Wen Ning was so frightened that she quickly took out the horoscope knife.

Sword and sword shadow.

Seeing the enemy's appearance, Wen Ning relaxed her frown slightly.

"I ask, you answer."

"Row."

The opponent nodded.

"Who is Zhang San's father?"

"Zhang batian."

"What guild did Zhang San join?"

"No guild!"

Wen Ning's eyes dimmed, "One last question, what is Zhang San's nickname!"

"Outlaw lunatic!"

"Song Yi, it's really you!"

The two held hands, looking excited.

Song Yi: "There was a loud noise in the sky, and the one who appeared on the stage waving flower hands, I knew it was you."

"Ok?"

Wen Ning scratched her head.

"The way you appear on stage is always so different." Song Yiqing said sincerely.

Wen Ning: (￣▽￣*)
"What you said seems to me that I have experienced many copies."

Song Yi stretched out his finger and shook it, "NO, NO, NO~~ I don't like to hear what you say. I'm the president of the Analyst Guild branch anyway, so I still have some insight."

The hash mark appeared on Wen Ning's head.

She revealed MMP in her smile, she didn't want to have anything to do with Song Yi.

"Don't be so serious, liven up the atmosphere!"

Song Yi waved awkwardly.

Wen Ning restrained her smile, "I'm scared."

She rolled her eyes, her eyes fixed.

In Song Yi's eyes, Wen Ning seemed to be possessed by a ghost. When he jumped back and away from Wen Ning, he seemed to rub his head against someone.

He looked up, and kept turning his eyes upwards. After seeing the sole of the shoe, he stepped back again, and now he could clearly see the owner of the shoe——Xie Lihua.

Her complexion was ashen, her tongue was elongated, and a 10-centimeter-thick chain was wrapped around her neck.

The red liquid flowed down the iron chain.

Song Yi's gaze collided with Wen Ning's, and he slightly parted his thin lips but received Wen Ning's restraining gaze.

Wen Ning raised her hand and pointed behind Song Yi. There were countless people hanging by iron chains like Xie Lihua, with their feet parallel to the ground.

Some have already turned into dry bones, some have just begun to rot, and some have just died.

Song Yi raised his hand to put Xie Lihua down.

The moment his finger touched the iron chain, Song Yi's pupils constricted, as if his soul had been emptied.

The red liquid on the iron chain seemed brighter than the red one just now, Wen Ning wanted to take a closer look.

"do not touch!"

Wen Goudan's voice came out from nowhere, and Wen Ning's movements were strongly stopped.

He rushed over and bumped into Song Yi, panting, "Quick, get out of here."

Song Yi came back to his senses, and looked at Wen Goudan gratefully.

"Go, she's coming back to life."

she?
Wen Ning followed Wen Goudan, thinking about who the 'she' the other party was referring to.

The crisp bell rang.

Wen Ning turned around suddenly, but saw a woman in a red wedding dress and hijab sitting on an iron chain.

The red hijab only covered her upper half of her face, and a gold phoenix bracelet was worn on her slender wrist.

The woman touched her lips with her index finger, evoked a flirtatious smile, and swayed her bare feet.

Wen Ning looked at the gradually overlapping double images of the woman, and her brain gradually became dizzy.

"Little girl! Little girl!"

who is it?

who is calling me?
This sound is very familiar...

"I'm sorry, little girl!"

what?
A sudden sharp pain came from the abdomen, which brought Wen Ning's trance back.

She put Wen Goudan's shoulder with her left hand, and covered her stomach with her right hand, her pretty face twisted on the spot.

"I... really... thank you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ning clutched her stomach and fell backwards.

Wen Goudan blew his fist lightly, and smiled, showing his few yellow teeth, "You're welcome, little girl."

There are many ways to restore human sanity.

He chose the simplest and most brutal way.

"I see you staying where you are, presumably your soul was taken away by that moth, what did you see?"

Wen Goudan's words changed from the original calm to serious, and his eyes were sharp and menacing.

Wen Ning covered her belly and brow was sweating, "What can there be, just a girl!"

(End of this chapter)