The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 110
Konjac was shocked from the bottom of her heart, and her face blushed unnoticed. She knew what Wan Jianyihong said and the word You meant. He was the one who detoxified her that night. In a daze, she felt a pair of warm hands slide over her chest.

"Wan Jian Yihong, I want you to pay it back with your life." Seeing that the spider was injured, the eyes were bloodshot, and he swung the spear in his hand to stab at him, wishing to smash Wan Jian Yihong into thousands of pieces.

Wan Jian and Yihong went forward to meet them, and the two strong winds intertwined instantly.

"Wan Jian Yihong, help me break through this spider web first." Konjac shouted impatiently, she was worried that if the spider spirit held a grudge and became murderous, she would not even have a chance to escape.

Konjac's idea really came true. While Yelang and Wan Jianyihong were fighting endlessly, Zhu'er transformed into a big black spider, and opened his bloody mouth to swallow her in one gulp.

Just when the spider was about to get close to Konjac, a big rock suddenly came and blocked her bloody mouth, followed by a sharp sword wave, Konjac felt his body loosen, and the spider's silk was hit seven times. scattered.

"Smelly spider, see how I will deal with you." Konjac saw that the spider turned into a spider, not only did she not feel afraid, but became interested, especially when she saw that the wound on her severed hand was still bloody, she became more confident .

"Squeak..." The stone was still in the spider's mouth, and she could only make small sounds of pain and struggle.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Konjac got two long white vines from unknown sources and struck at the spider spirit. Upon closer inspection, it looked more like two solid roots.

It may be that the spider spirit was injured and his body was relatively weak, so he couldn't completely escape the konjac's attack, and the other tentacles were also tightly entangled by the konjac.

"Don't you want to kill me? Come on." Konjac had a smug smile on his face and stretched the white vine, only to see the spider spirit's body screaming from time to time as if it was being tortured.

"I'll fight with you." The spider spirit yelled angrily, but saw that huge body turned into a human again, and at this time the arm cut off by Wan Jian Yihong grew back, perhaps because of the pain of the new arm. I'm not used to it, and it's a little rusty to move around.

"Come on." Konjac looked at Zhu'er provocatively, and two white vines flew up again, hitting her.

"Hmph!" Zhu'er snorted coldly, without any intention of dodging at all, jumped up and grabbed the two white vines directly in the palm of his hand: "How dare you go crazy with this little ability?"

"Let go quickly." Konjac felt a little surprised by the sudden strength of the spider. She was so weak just now, and she didn't know where the divine power came from. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't take the white vine back from the spider's hand.

Konjac's complexion is getting uglier, giving people a feeling of weakness and powerlessness. For a while, she was playing with her own roots, but unexpectedly fell into the enemy's hands. If she is separated from the body for a long time, she may become weaker and weaker. He might even fall into a coma, and had to sacrifice himself first in order to save himself temporarily.

The two of them grabbed both ends of the white vine one after another, and no one wanted to let go, but Konjac had no energy to spend with her at all, so he had to break the white vine when he gritted his teeth, and her face lost all color in an instant.

"Eh?" Zhu'er looked at the konjac in amazement, and for some reason she had a strange feeling, that is, the konjac and this white vine had a close relationship, and if one was damaged, both would be implicated.

Konjac looked at the place where Wan Jian Yihong was, but saw that Wan Jian Yihong hit the night wolf far away again, and he looked seriously injured, and the long sword in his hand looked very strange, not only emitting a dazzling golden light , the body of the sword winds into the shape of a golden snake, and the hilt is simply the head of a snake, or three snake heads. I don't know the origin of this sword, which gives people a sense of extraordinaryness.

"Spider, let's go." Night Wolf shouted, and disappeared with Spider.

Wan Jianyihong put away the sword in his hand, turned around to look, but saw Konjac's face was frighteningly pale.

"Little taro girl, your face?" Wan Jian Yihong asked in surprise. In fact, he had been watching the situation here before, and he didn't see the konjac injured at all, but he didn't know why his face was pale and bloodless.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Konjac found an excuse to evade it, but his tone was weak.

"Then I'll help you go back." Seeing that she was weak, Wan Jian Yihong didn't mean to tease her, and said solemnly.

Konjac was no longer trying to be brave, he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

The fortune teller and Leng Yun didn't see Konjac when they returned home. Leng Yun went back to the church on purpose, but he still couldn't see anyone, so he looked around anxiously.

"Stay away from her." Wan Jianyihong supported Konjac and hadn't gone too far when a cold voice came to his ears.

"Hehe, why? She's not your exclusive thing." Wan Jianyihong smiled lightly and said in a frivolous tone.

"But she is my woman." Leng Yun glared at Konjac with a strong tone, and when he saw her pale and bloodless face, he forgot all his unhappiness, and only his face was full of worry: "Little taro, you What's wrong?"

Leng Yun forcibly snatched the konjac back and held it in his arms. He recently read some medical books from a fortune teller, coupled with his familiarity with konjac, he seemed to understand the truth from her weak breath.

"You send her back first." Leng Yun handed Konjac back to Wan Jian Yihong, and left in a hurry without saying anything.

Yelang and Zhu'er finally found a cave to heal their wounds, but they were blocked by cold clouds in the cave.

"Hand over the things, and I can spare your lives today." Leng Yun's face was as cold as ice, his voice was like thunder, and there was no light in his eyes.

"What?" Although Yelang was injured, he was not afraid of Leng Yun, even if he did something, he had to understand what he was referring to.

Seeing that Yelang didn't know about it, Leng Yun turned his head to look at Zhu'er, and forced him away with a billow of cold air.

Zhu'er's body trembled, and he didn't understand what Leng Yun was talking about. He didn't take anything from him, but after thinking about it, if he said that he took other people's things except the white vine that he got from Konjac before.

"You mean this?" Zhu'er asked while looking at Leng Yun while holding the thing in his hand.

"That's right, bring the things, and I'll leave right away." Leng Yun's voice was indifferent, without any emotion.

"It seems that this thing is very important to her, so don't even think about getting it." Zhu'er smiled sinisterly, and put the white vine away again.

The corner of Leng Yun's mouth slightly raised a small arc, looking cold and permeating: "Then you will die together in this cave."

In the dark cave, a ray of light slowly rose, it was nothing but the light of the sword in Leng Yun's hand, although it was just a very ordinary dagger, it was so eye-catching in Leng Yun's hand.

He swung the sword in his hand and intertwined with Night Wolf's black spear. Although the sword fell instantly, Night Wolf's body couldn't bear the heavy force and hit the cave wall behind him. His body was light Trembling, all the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted, and he couldn't even stand up.

"Night wolf." Seeing this, the spider got up angrily, but it was a pity that before she spit out her spider silk, she was frightened by the cold cloud and swallowed it back.

In an instant, Leng Yun's body was already in front of Zhu'er, with the sword frame and neck broken, and the cold was overwhelming: "I have already given you a chance."

The cold sword was about to pierce Zhu'er's throat, but she heard a painful pleading voice: "No..."

(End of this chapter)