"Qi Zhongshu, Qi Tai Shi, Qi Yuanliang, please be calm!" Chu Jie's alarm ringing wildly. He almost reflexively blocked Qi Shan, pressing the hilt of the latter's sword with one hand, trying to regain his reason. It is not suitable to go crazy at this time!

The veins of Qi Shan's hand holding the sword rose terrifyingly.

Chu Jie: "Calm down, think about your daughter—"

Qi Shan's look of indulgence in life for no reason gives people the feeling of his next move being to commit suicide by slashing his own sword. Although Chu Jie thinks that "abused suicide" is a more absurd picture than a man's pregnancy, he just has this weird worry.

Qi Shan tried to compete with Chu Jie.

Where can he shake the power of a brave warrior?

"Relax!" A circle of redness appeared on the clamped wrist, but Chu Jie still did not move at all. Qi Shan finally laughed in anger, "Marson Chu was worried that Qi would not be able to pull the sword and commit suicide?"

Chu Jie looked straight into Qi Shan's eyes quietly.

Obviously, he didn't believe it.

Qi Shan felt even more ashamed and annoyed. He took deep breaths and suppressed mania and anxiety, and tried to use a tone that he thought he was calm, but in fact he wanted to kill someone, saying: "Qi's life was given by his close friend, very expensive, how could he give up easily? Don't let go again-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Jie let go.

Qi Shan rubbed his slightly numb wrist.

But after Chu Jie interrupted this, his thoughts that were almost crazy were fascinated by the fact that reason prevailed. Jimo Qiu looked at the two of them with concern, to be precise, because he was worried about looking at Qi Shan. He didn't know what happened that made the other party suddenly lose control.

Pray to good deeds: "Nothing is wrong."

Jimo Qiu: "..."

No matter how you look, it doesn't look like nothing.

The boy completely wrote his inner emotions on his face.

Pray for goodness: "…"

He drew the sword, it was not really that Chu Jie was worried about wanting to commit suicide. He just found that his belief that he had been persisting for many years had cracks and was extremely emotionally affected. What should he do after drawing the sword? He was confused and didn't know the answer, but reason told him that no matter what he did, he couldn't do it now. At least he had to wait for the situation in front of him to come to a result, and he must not distract the master.

Even if the other party no longer trusts him.

And he had no idea when this trust was lost.

Since the battle against Liguan, Kang Guo was established in chaos, from chaos to order, and never saw the Lord attacking the enemy for so many years, so naturally he had no chance of being injured. She was never injured. How did she know if she trusted? Qi Shan's mind was in a mess. Even if reason told him that this was not a good time to think about this issue, he could not control his brain.

When did it start?

Starting from her contact with the gods?

Starting from knowing she is a member of the Gods?

Starting from the annual meeting of the Gods Association?

Or maybe it was because the Censorate made things difficult for me over the years, and the Lord finally had an objection after several times of maintenance. Qi Shan couldn't tell whether he felt more wronged, more sad, more despair and more anger. His brain was so painful that it almost exploded.

It was a dull pain that was hard to ignore.

It seemed as if a chisel was chiseling one after another.

Every time he chiseled, a pair of eyes, either ridiculed or suspicious, would float in front of him. The masters of these eyes were the first lords he once trusted. Their methods of dying were different, and their only common points were related to him. Some died under the literati's way of killing the master, and some were plotted to death by him personally - because he could not accept the impurity of these lords.

The lord who could not give him trust was not necessary to live.

Finally, these eyes were frozen in the familiar almond eyes.

Qi Shan had long lost the cruelty of killing the master when he said that he would kill the master. He could not imagine what Yingman would look like when his eyes looked at him. It was precisely because he could not imagine that the dull pain in his mind would be clearer.

Repeat it one after another.

It's more unbearable than it happens.

Under the worry and gaze of Chu Jie and Jimo Qiu, Qi Shan staggered forward, and his body followed his instinct to hold the wall and barely stood firm.

After standing firm for a while, a sharp stinging pain came from my chest.

The sword in his hand was forced to take off his hand and instead covered his heart. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the powerful heartbeat sound continued to amplify in his ears, louder and louder, until the ambient sound was completely covered. Jimo Qiu said it was not good, so he raised his hand to penetrate a breath.

As soon as the breath entered Qishan's meridian, he saw Qishan's Adam's apple rolling several times, opening his mouth and sprinkling a mouthful of blood, completely sprinkling on the wall. Chu Jie was frightened by this scene and was filled with explosions in his heart - Yunda and Gong Cheng joined forces to kill him, he was not so panicked!

"pray--"

Chu Jie's words were forcibly cut off by [Stop Speech].

As the mouth of blood was spewed out, Jimo Qiu used his divine power to help him sort out the disordered meridians. Qi Shan's pale face looked a little better. He turned his back and sat down against the wall, and told him hoarsely: "Don't make a sound, don't disturb the master and make him distract him. Qi was fine, but he was just a moment of distracting energy."

In layman's terms, he was so confused that he was almost crazy.

The breath is stagnant in the heart, causing damage to the meridians.

Chu Jie was forced to keep his words in his stomach - if he didn't want to make a sound, he wouldn't say anything, so why bother [stop talking]?

Seeing Qi Shan's fragile and listless appearance, he endured it.

He used a little skill to imprison Yan Ling, and he was worried about how to end this matter. He didn't believe in Qi Shan's excuses. If there was nothing wrong, he would be unable to think about vomiting blood for a moment? It would be great if he didn't let others vomit blood!

Chu Jie looked at the direction of the battlefield and sighed - he clearly had no end to meet the enemy, but he had the illusion that he was more tired than the end.

What happened here did not affect Shen Tang.

She knew that rushing out of blood would make Qi Shan think more, but she did not expect that Qi Shan would react so fiercely - the difficulty of coaxing people from difficulty to hell level!

In order to go back as soon as possible to explain clearly, Shen Tang kept harassing the three-year-old good deeds who forced the number to go: "Cut it and cut it and cut it - can you do it? If it doesn't work, let me come!"

Not only harassing the three-year-old good thoughts, but also harassing the enemy Werder.

"Look at you, a little kid with a three-year-old IQ who has lived for more than two hundred years old. What does it mean to be alive? Both of your disciples are working under my account. What does this mean? It means that my great Kang Kingdom is far more promising than Beimo. When fighting in the Beimo, you just fight, no matter where you fight, wherever you fight, wherever you fight, you will be a fierce prison on earth. On the other hand, Kang Kingdom is different. Wherever you fight, you will farm, wherever you go, and wherever you are, the common people can live and work in peace. This person is just afraid of comparison. It is obvious that helping Kang Kingdom is to follow the destiny and accumulate merits. If you help Beimo, you are helping the evildoer!"

"Of course, I know that you must have Northern Desert blood, but bloodline cannot be explained. Pets only talk about bloodline, and people should talk about identity. Wei Yuanyuan, who is the same clan as you, abandons the darkness and turns to the light, and now he brings his tribe members to live a good life in Kangguo. If you are willing, you and your disciples can also enjoy the benefits of Kangguo leisurely!"

"The opportunity must not be missed, and you will never come again."

"Lao Deng, did you hear it?"

"Hey, Baimao, please let me know."

"Olden?"

"White hair?"

"The old prince of ice and snow?"

I wonder if Yunda was harassed by Chen Tang's nonsense and collapsed. He was almost unable to bear the kindness of three-year-old man. Chen Tang's large string of words was a waste of saliva, which made her mouth dry: "You can't calm down for a moment. Aren't you tired of being so shaky?"

Chen Tang was surprised: "Wow, you're not clamped in your voice."

Three years old, a hundred-foot sword light hit Yunda's face.

The voice is no longer childish and innocent, replaced by a cold threat: "If you talk nonsense, I will make you lose face!"

Chen Tang: "..."

This seems to be the face they shared.

To threaten you can say disfigured words.

He is indeed a tough guy.

Werder's face looked even worse than his three-year-old kindness.

The opponent is his opponent, but he is not attentive in the battle and can still quarrel. This careless contempt is more unacceptable than defeating himself. But this person is even more slim than loach, and no matter how he puts pressure, he is at the edge of killing.

Once or twice, she can perform extremely well.

But four times, five times or even more, that is, her strength is stable. This perception makes Wonder more determined to kill Chen Tang, but the actual conditions do not allow it. Because-

After Chen Tang closed the wheat, he had a three-year-old kindness and thoughts to hold his throat up again, just like his previous tenderness and innocence: "I discovered it."

It sounds a bit regretful.

There is still no upset on Werder's face.

But I knew in my heart what Chen Tang said about "discovery".

The previous toxin did not disappear with the destruction of the "tumor", but instead spread between heaven and earth, completely integrated with the energy of heaven and earth. I was affected unconsciously, so every judgment was faster than my body. According to the judgment, I was only a little bit short of ending Chen Tang's life and hitting the key point, but my body's reaction was one step slower and she avoided it.

This dissynchronization gap is very small.

It was so small that Werder could not find out at the first time.

But it really affects the situation in front of you.

Three-year-old Shannong suddenly said: "The sword is sharp-sharp--"

Yunda still couldn't react to what she said. Chen Tang in his vision was still there, and his shoulder suddenly hurt.

One side of his shoulder fell, and the lining fabric and a small piece of flesh under the scales were cut off by a sharp sword. The figure in his eyes was just a afterimage. The real Chen Tang had already taken action before he judged. Werder's face finally changed and his mind was spinning rapidly.

"The second piece!"

Another severe pain in my upper arm.

He smiled with a tender voice: "It's the third film. If you don't react, you'll just wait to become a skeleton!"

Werder finally fought back.

It's still a little slower than the enemy.
To be continued...