Yan all over the world

Chapter 72
I sneered, and with a flash of sword light, the sky was filled with snow-colored brilliance.

"Zheng."

There was another strange sound like a sword slamming, this sound was very penetrating, and there seemed to be a strange friction sound in the sharpness, just like the tip of a sword colliding with a copper scorpion, hitting countless gravel and gravel, flying into the brain , The sharp piercing consciousness brought waves of dizzy pain.

Hastily mobilized to resist, but couldn't help staggering slightly, Jian Guang immediately weakened a little.

He was in a bad mood, so he pulled himself together, and was about to use his sword to strike first, but saw the group of bats above their heads, who were ready to go, heard this strange sound, but as if they had received an order, they swiped their wings, turned around, and rose into the air. Another hula-la flew out of Lin Duan.

These bats came and went quickly, disappeared like ghosts, but moved neatly and accurately like a well-trained army. They were by no means comparable to wild bats. Could it be that they were raised by people?
Thinking of those two strange clanging sounds, I vaguely understood, and Mu Xin beside me said: "Someone directs, we just chase the bats!"

I have already flown up.

After a few ups and downs, the group of bats fell straight into an open space in the forest, and most of them perched on a tree, but there was a huge bat, with its wings folded, and it flew gently to the shoulder of a person in the forest.

I saw Jinxie sitting cross-legged quietly in the center of the open space, with his eyes lowered and his head down, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Shocked, I didn't bother to observe the enemy's geometry, so I rushed towards Jinxie: "Master!"

I rushed to his side, only to find that there was a middle-aged man in black standing beside him with his hands behind his back. He stood behind the evil side, his aura was peaceful, but he seemed to be carrying the realm of harmony between man and nature, completely in harmony with the darkness. One body, even though my eyesight is not weak, when I rushed over, I couldn't spot him at the first sight.

With vigilance in mind, I turned sideways slightly to protect Jinxie—stretched out my hand to feel his pulse, and immediately let out a long breath.

He is still alive.

The feeling of the pulse beating from the fingertips, so solid and stable, seems to echo in the quiet night, making my long-suspended heart immediately fall back to the original place, and my whole body relaxes, almost crying.

During the few hours of searching for the near evil, I habitually hid my anxiety and fear, but in fact, I was so scared that I couldn't help myself.

If the master dies due to my negligence, I will never have the joy of raising my eyebrows in this life.

Fortunately, I was not wrong to the end.

Closing my eyes, I carefully felt the pulse of Jinxie, and after a long time, I frowned.

strangeness.

The poison in his body seems to be getting better, but it can't be completely gone. The poison seems to be scattered, and there is still no internal energy, but in the dantian, he can vaguely find a trace of true energy floating around, but it is still locked by the poison. Generally, there is nowhere to look.

I just visited him yesterday, and there is absolutely nothing like today. In just a few hours, his injury has changed, but I can't tell whether the change is good or bad. What's wrong?
what happened?
Behind him, the man in black suddenly sighed: "Stupid."

I froze for a moment, turned around, and asked incredulously, "You mean—me?"

He nodded sincerely: "Yes."

The moonlight shines down through the gaps in the treetops and shines on his face. It is a very ordinary face, so ordinary that it can be drowned immediately when walking in the crowd. However, the lazy look he described is extraordinarily strange , as if the laziness is deep in the eyes, in the bones, in the blood, with deep tiredness and disgust, tired of the prosperity and withering of this world, scrambling and killing, as time goes by, silk and bamboo melodious dance music, youthful blood flow, and the flames of war In his eyes, the stories of countless people have been crushed into dust and scattered into ashes.

He looked at me lazily, and repeated in a lazy tone: "That kid said you were extremely smart, but now I see it as mediocre."

I was belittled twice in a row for no reason, and I couldn't help getting a little angry, and said with a sneer: "In the eyes of the Buddha, everyone is a Buddha, and in the eyes of a fool, there are as many fools as possible. In the eyes of Your Excellency, I am naturally nothing more than mediocre."

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed like light and light, which was shockingly bright, but he regained his tired look in an instant, and said softly: "It's good not to swear, but," he smiled lightly and flicked Yixiu: "I'm not wrong about you. If you know what happened to you just now, I'm afraid you will scold yourself."

Mu Xin has been by my side, looking at the man with the bat on his shoulders. Hearing our conversation, he also turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man coldly: "Your Excellency, this is not a place for lip service. Your whereabouts are secretive. Hurt my relatives and friends, drive bats to hurt people, could it be good intentions?"

The middle-aged man turned his head slightly and glanced at Mu Xin. His eyes were slightly strange, and the light of the moon was shining purple: "Boy, I don't like you. What's so good about you? How can it compare to... hmph... ...But I'm too lazy to teach you, Bi Fang."

He called the man with the bat on his shoulder: "Tell them, I'm tired."

After finishing speaking, he ignored us, sat on the ground, lay down lazily, and fell asleep on the ground like this.

I was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do for a while, and turned to look at Mu Xin in a daze, but he was also a little surprised and at a loss, this unfathomable man with a poisonous tongue, his behavior was unexpected in every way, it was really hard to resist.

There was no other way, I couldn't do anything to an unsuspecting man who was snoring slightly, so I had to turn my head to look at the boy, but unexpectedly, I was shocked again.

He is dressed in Muslim clothes, with a tall and straight figure, standing straight like a green pine, with a lot of vigor in his brows and eyes, which is completely different from that lazy middle-aged man.

However, what surprised me was not his temperament, but that he was clearly the young man who followed me in the chapel and surprised me with his familiar back.

Such a similar figure...it turned out to be him.

It was not him.

The shadow that had been hovering over my heart dissipated in an instant, but another kind of vigilance and worry immediately gripped my mind tightly.

He and He Lanyou's backs are so similar, and now looking carefully, the frontal outline actually has a bit of He Lan's shadow, but He Lanyou's handsome, elegant, gentle and elegant is much better than him.

What's the relationship between him and He Lanyou?
The young man was different from the middle-aged man, he didn't look at us at all, and said coldly as if he didn't notice my question: "You killed my three bats."

(End of this chapter)