Otherworldly Merchant

I held the T-shirt man around the alley, feeling like I had thrown away the three killers, so I stopped and took off the T-shirt man's top to help him with the wound.

The T-shirt is filled with snow and white muscles, and the only place in the jade knife is black!

I took a closer look at the jade knife that stabbed the T-shirt man, and found that the blade was green and haunted. It also seemed to be a shady object. I just didn't know if I could pull it out. Is it poisonous?

But not hesitating at the moment, I bit my teeth and pulled out the jade knife, and found the T-shirt man's shoulder bleeding instantly. Even if Yunnan Baiyao was applied to it, the blood would be dispersed. I now lit a few holes around his shoulder, but the blood still hadn't stopped completely and was still flowing slowly.

The T-shirt man grabbed the jade knife in my hand and looked at it and said weakly: “This is the last emperor gave the princess the love knife to die, after being stabbed, the wound will not be fine...” But fortunately, he was not stabbed to death.

I lifted up the T-shirt man and was going to take him somewhere to rest.

And there was this little ring voice in my head: "Dip, master, are you calling me? ”

I looked down at the Yong Ling ring on my hand. When I was just beaten up with blood by Jinlong, the ring was stained with some blood, and I inadvertently woke up the Yong Ling ring. I immediately asked Xiao Jing Ling: “Do you know what Yin Ling can do against the King of Murder Zhang Xuanzhong? ”

“Master, I recommend Zhao Feiyan or Yang Yuhuan. Didn't you say that heroes are sad about beauty?” Xiaoling replied.

“Goddamn it, you're going to kill me!” I was speechless for a while.

Zhang Jianzhong is a severe psychopath. If he summons a beautiful woman to put her in front of him, she will be raped and then killed and then eaten.

“Don't be angry with the master, there is a second option, which is to summon Baba!” The voice of the Little Ring Spirit came again.

After such a reminder, I immediately remembered that when Zhang Xuanzhong and Qing army fought, it was the leader of the Eight Flags Army who prayed and took the death squad and beheaded him.

Although Zhang Xianzhong's Yin Spirit has been refined to great strength, he will surely be deterred by his surviving enemies when one thing is lowered!

Xiao Qing Ling asked me, “Master, do you need to summon prayer? ”

“No, wait a little longer!” I refuse.

“Okay, master, you can call anytime you need help, but sperm blood can only last until midnight, and we'll see each other in three months.” Xiaoling explained.

I looked at the time, three hours from 12: 00, more than enough time.

Me and the T-shirt guy are on the run right now, and if we suddenly kill a prayer from the alley, it's like exposing ourselves!

And the Golden Dragon and the Cunning Rabbit don't match. The two may still be at war. If one of them dies, my chances of winning will be great...

Twelve Dead Shaws are not serious shady traders, they are killers, character by character more isolated than one. Probably always work alone, never together, that's why we compete with each other!

On the way, the T-shirt man told me that the fat pig had been soaked in the special potion of the Thai downer's corpse refiner since childhood, combined with the constant boiling of hair and drinking blood, and had refined a piece of zombie skin that could not fit with a knife gun. He kills with clumsiness and even a little disorientation, but as long as the fat pig comes forward, no matter what his opponent is, he must have survived.

And the cunning rabbit is good at using the pussy, and also the seduction. The woman is a ghost, no one has ever seen her true face.

We walked a long way, and suddenly a moon-shaped lake appeared in front of us, reflecting the ancient buildings around us and the moon in the sky, and the waves sparkled like mirrors. I remember this lake is called Moon Tooth Lake, and this is where Lee An's movie "Waiting Tiger Hidden Dragon" was taken.

The T-shirt man knelt by the water, held up a cold water and washed his face, then put his dirty eight-sided sword in the water to rinse, washed and suddenly one of his heels was going to fall, I hurriedly held him and took his sword to wash for him.

I glanced at the T-shirt man's face, his lips had begun to turn white, the wounds on his shoulders had been bleeding, half of his clothes had been completely stained with blood, and he had to be shocked to continue like this.

And I said with concern, "You're going to die! We'll leave Hongcun now and take you to the hospital. ”

The T-shirt man waved: “Don't leave here, there is still a way to stay here, after going out, I fear there is only one way to die...”

I'm foggy. Can't I help you here? I continued to wash eight Chinese swords and suddenly noticed a small bamboo tube floating on the water in front of me, I wondered, this kind of lake should not have reeds!

I turned my mind and let the intangible needle fly into the tube and into the image in my head came a bunch of soft, red things, and I stunned to react, which was a man's tongue.

There's a man hiding under the water, breathing in this tube with his mouth!

This is definitely not a local dive enthusiast, it must be another killer in the 12th Dead Shaw, and I won't ask him to manipulate the intangible needle directly into his throat.

The image that passed into my head was like an endoscope used in a hospital, from the throat to the gut, and I, manipulated an intangible needle to travel through his stomach and stomach and kidney.

For a moment, a series of violent bubbles suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and a large chunk of blood poured out. Finally, a man in a tight black suit, with a black veil, embroidered in the back with a pendant sweaty BMW.

Sitting on a tree, the T-shirt man glanced at him and said: "It is a running horse in the Twelve Dead Shaws. It is said to be the hands-on disciple of Ichiro Ryuzawa, who is well versed in all kinds of lost Japanese ninja art. ”

I looked at the floating corpse in the water. I deserved to be the disciple of Ryuzawa Ichiro. Even Ryuzawa Ichiro's bad luck inherited it. I killed him before I showed my face!

Killing a running horse is pure dog. Shit, if this guy really starts with us, I'm afraid he's just as bad as we are.

I gave the washed sword to the T-shirt man, who stood up with his sword and glanced across the bank: “Jiulin, go knock on the door with half a lion inside, there are our people. ”

“Half a lion? ”

I looked across the street and saw that there was a damaged stone lion standing outside a big red door. The stone lion was a pair, but the other one was gone, leaving only one pedestal.

Moon Tooth Lake is not big, we clung around and knocked a few times in front of the Great Red Gate, but no one responded.

The T-shirt man's injuries could not wait any longer. I immediately opened the lock cores with an invisible needle and pushed the door in unnecessarily!

We walked through the courtyard into the living room, and as I reached out to turn on the light, it was stopped by the T-shirt man, who shook his head and said that turning on the light would be noticed by the people of Longquan Hill.

So I let the T-shirt man lie flat on the floor, lit up with his phone, found some needle threads, and forced him to sew the wound. My stitching technique is very ordinary, I think it will leave a lot of scars after the injury, I feel a little sorry for his white skin.

The T-shirt man is still weak, and the medicine I carry is topical, but it's all made from traditional Chinese medicine and has a hemostatic effect. I treat my dead horse like a live horse doctor and feed these pills to T-shirt men.

The T-shirt man coughed from the powder, and I said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some water! ”

There was a well in the yard, and I took a barrel and washed it, filled it with water, and drank it in a lady. The well is colder and sweeter than the smell of Nongfu Mountain Springs and should help to restore the wound a little.

As I passed under the roof with the bucket, suddenly the water in the bucket burst into a tiny ripple. I looked up amazingly for half a day and looked in the bucket. The well water was clear and seemed to be free of any impurities.

The T-shirt man asked me, "Jiulin, what's wrong? ”

“Something just fell into the water.” I said with suspicion.

He suddenly stood up and pulled a piece of sulfur out of his arms and poured it into the bucket. When the water quickly boiled, he turned green and saw my scalp numb.

The man with the T-shirt said, “The last person I want to fight is finally here. He's a drug monkey! ”