The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

He paused and said with some confusion: “The sound of the violin seems to be saying something... but Bao doesn't understand. ”

A few people at the door looked at each other, “Did you hear what Bao said? ”

“No! ”

“I didn't hear you either, baby, did you hear me wrong? ”

Baby twisted his head, frowned and didn't speak anymore.

He really heard the music, and it got more and more urgent and more panicky, as if he was eager to say something and pray for something.

But Bao doesn't understand what the music is trying to say, so there's nothing he can do.

I wish Mother was here!

Mother will understand what this music is saying!

……

Xu Yilun's body became weaker and weaker, and even his figure became blurred, as if he was going to collapse at any moment.

However, the array behind him was guarded by him and not damaged at all.

A glimmer of impatience flashed across his face, giving him an eye toward the heart behind him.

Xu Yilun is preparing to take the next wave of attacks.

Suddenly I felt two shadows rushing towards me.

No one has dared approach Xu Yilun since the fighting.

Because of the magic of his body, for ordinary monks, it was burning like a flame, but also as cold as a thousand years of brown ice.

A little bit of ordinary monks can be painful and take at least a year and a half to dissolve.

But these two brothers, as if completely unafraid of his magic, threw him directly to the ground.

Xu Yilun's body is already full of sores, weak and only supported by magic.

Don't talk about two Brothers of Golden Dan at this point, even a regular forged man can kick his foot.

He looked up in horror and saw the two brothers smile at him.

They're not afraid of magic at all?

How can a monk not be afraid of magic? Nature is the only one with the same spirit of magic!

However, at this time, Xu Yilun couldn't help but think about how someone with a magical spirit could be around him.

He turned his head suddenly towards the stone wall.

At this time, the sword in his hand had been raised and severely cut off against the stone wall.

The rumbling sounds, the rock walls were cut to pieces and splashed, the original bright light, after the dust dissipated, slowly, slowly extinguished.

Xu Yilun stared dead at the scene, feeling only a little hope in his heart, that little light, as if not extinguished.

“Yao Guang ————!!!! ”

That scream that tore my heart and lungs, it was like watching the Emperor Nightingale, breaking my liver and intestines.

Two lines of blood tears flowed from Xu Yilun's orbit. Despite his wounded weak body, he climbed over against the broken stone wall and the vanishing array, "Yao Guang! Yao Guang! ”

A cry, a sorrow, a heartbreak.

Even the lookouts were wary and suspicious of magic tricks.

Watching this scene is intolerable and tears are pouring into the orbit.

Meng Baichuan's directors were even more shocked: “Why did he call Yao Guang? ”

“Didn't Master Yao Guang go to the clouds to swim all over the sea? ”

There was a long breath of relief watching the light extinguished on the stone wall.

Then he stared at the stone wall like he was staring at something through it.

Full of anger, unwillingness and jealousy.

Yao Guang! You made me do all this!