Little country villains

"I said, the capital is really not peaceful recently. There are all kinds of people." The charming voice came from behind Wu Chen, which made him feel crisp to the bone. "Unexpectedly, all my little toys were killed by someone."

Wu Chen felt that a kind of power was controlling his neck, which made him very painful. He could only be passively manipulated and twisted his spine, and gradually looked behind him.

It was a very beautiful woman, white as snow, slim and exquisite, dressed in a colorful cheongsam, even in this stormy situation, her pace was still as beautiful and moving.

In particular, the gorgeous oil paper umbrella is exquisitely made, just like the dancing fairy in Jiangnan ink painting.

However, Wu Chen, who was under control, knew better than anyone how terrible the magnificent creature was!

Her power to control herself is like a fountain without roots. It's hard for people to figure out and even harder to break free... What should we do to break free from this state?

"Don't try. If our puppet door's skill is cracked by you, a little guy with half a foot in the golden elixir period, will we survive?"

The woman came to Wu Chen's face, the expression revealed a little bit of treacherous, smile also let people feel straight into the bone marrow of fear.

What kind of existence is this woman?

"You are so gifted that you can understand your own way in such a low level of cultivation." The woman patted Wu Chen's head and said with a smile, "even I like you a little. It's a pity that you met me, the puppet sect helmsman and Ziqing, who can fight at a higher level. "

Wu Chen sneered: "so, your puppet door is not so good? I'd like to see what kind of ability you can have to make such a big story. "

"Skill?" Ziqing burst out laughing. She seemed to hear a big joke and rolled her eyes: "if you say something, I can really tell you. For example, your little mouth is very cheap. "

With that, a sharp light flashed in Ziqing's eyes. With the slight trembling of her fingers, Wu Chen's lip edge skin was pierced by a sharp needle.

The red blood bead seeped out from the wound and gradually flowed down, but it didn't end.

The next moment, Wu Chen's mouth will have more such holes, and the upper and lower lips are close together.

He sewed his mouth together with the thread formed by the spirit power, and finally blocked Wu Chen's mouth completely.

He had never encountered such a situation before.

invincible eastern? Or some other evil method? Why does this woman's embroidery needle play so easily and smoothly?

"Well, my sister won't tell you any more. Just remember that if someone wants to kill your dog, I didn't mean to kill you. So... You can feel better? "

As she said that, she moved her fingers, and Wu Chen's limbs kept expanding outside under the control of the invisible power silk thread - just like the ancient time, Wu Chen was no exception.

In such a painful torment, he has no way to resist, and even the spiritual power of his whole body is not enough for him to solve those thin threads.

So let the other party deal with, no fight back!

Wu Chen had never thought that his own ending would be so puzzling and funny, that he would be killed by someone who had been dismembered, or by a yuan infant practitioner.

He still has so many things to finish, is he really going to die?

Suddenly, he heard a melodious whistle coming from his ear. At the end of the street, an old man came slowly. If Wu Chen can identify it carefully, he can see that the old man is the fortune teller he met before!

"Boy, I'm here to collect the body." The fortune teller laughs“ It should be over, too. "

Then he suddenly held up the big black umbrella and pointed the whole face of the umbrella at Wu Chen, and they raised it.

After a long time, he slowly put down the black umbrella, sneered: "remember, you owe me a life. From now on, I will be in charge of your humble life. "

Ziqing turned pale and yelled at the old man, "who are you? Why waste your breath here? If you don't leave, don't blame me for killing you! "

The old man shook his head and sighed: "wench, catastrophe is coming. There are very few talents of the young generation. If you kill one, you will lose one. Why do you have to kill all of them? Is it difficult... Let us old guys solve it? "

His words said slowly, and his steps never stopped. He kept walking towards them, and the rain suddenly seemed like a dagger falling down, suddenly penetrating Ziqing's four limbs.

The attack of the storm makes Ziqing miserable. She never dreamed that one day she would meet a cultivator who can control the power of heaven and earth at will

It's not so much a move as a divine skill that can make all things become their own means of attack!

"Just a clown." The old man looked at Ziqing contemptuously and hummed coldly: "the old guy who has lived for hundreds of years, no matter how young he is, is just an old guy. This boy has been practicing for only a few years, and he is close to Yuanying. What do you mean? "

The old man waved his hand and beat Ziqing out again, but this time she was directly printed on the wall, and there was a layer of binding force on the surface, which made her unable to move!

"If you want to kill him, I don't mind. I have been collecting corpses here for many years, but I have never interfered in anyone's life and death. "

The old man had no choice but to smile and said to himself, "but there is a man who comes to me and asks me to keep this boy. There is no way. What's more, the scene of cutting a Japanese puppet just now makes me feel good about him

"I can't kill you. Why don't I help you and kill yourself?"

Ziqing roared in horror: "Shangxian, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong! Even if you give me a hundred more courage, I don't dare. How can I know it's you? Let me live

"Fart your mother's dog!" Fortune teller suddenly roared: "in my imperial capital, you don't want to live! I tell you, one is one, Wu Chen is the apprentice. I'll take it! "