Chapter 353

The next moment, only a few whistles were heard.

A bowl of hot tea shattered in front of her eyes, and the tea splashed all over her head.

Xinbao shuddered, and suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that there were already several men in black ahead, besieging a man in green robe.

The moment she raised her eyes to look over, the green-robed man jumped up again and rushed towards her again.

Xinbao gave a cry of fright, turned her head and ran away, there was a choking sound behind her, she felt a cool wind on her neck, Xinbao tripped in fright, lay on the ground without daring to turn her head, and got up run again.

Yuru catches up from behind and hugs her, Xinbao looks over her shoulder and sees Yan Changqi rushing towards this side again regardless of his care.

Yuru was also anxious, pulled her off, covered her behind, drew the soft sword from her waist, and parried the opponent's long sword with a choking sound.

Yan Changqi is a sword idiot, his swordsmanship is very high.

He didn't fight the shadow guard head-on at all, he only wanted to kill Xinbao.

Xinbao's shoes were all gone, water was all over his hair and body, and soil was stained while rolling, and he was so embarrassed.

Whistles, whistles, and signal arrows sounded all around, and shadow guards from several places gathered here, and people from Chaotianmen also gathered.

Yan Zhangqi's expression became serious, desperate to be injured, he swung his arms suddenly to block the shadow guard, and his whole body rushed towards this side like an arrow flying from the string.

With a bang, the Shadow Guard's sword sliced ​​across his arm and waist...

Warm blood splashed onto Xinbao's body...

The bright sword tip is only an arm's length away from Xinbao...

The sword wind is cold,

Xinbao screamed so loudly...

The next moment, with a clang, Yan Changqi's long sword was stabbed obliquely by the sword light, and the sword head was severed.

Xinbao's teary eyes were blurred, and she felt a breath of reassurance. She cried loudly at that time: "My wife, help me! My wife, help me!!! My wife, help me!!!"

Yan Chenjue's heart was about to burst.

Tuanzi's body was full of blood and soil, his sweetheart, the little meat dumpling he put on top of his heart and cared for, could not be seen at a glance, so he was bullied like this.

Kong Zhan's sword danced into a ball of sword light, and Yan Shenjue's sword move was like a gust of wind and rain, attacking Yan Changqi.

Yuru hurried over and was about to take Xinbao away.

Xinbao stared at the field and suddenly regained consciousness! !

wrong! its not right! !

In the dream, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood suddenly came back in front of him, Xinbao's eyes were wide open, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, even if he dispatched all the CPUs in his body, he couldn't think of a way!

There's nothing she can do about it! !

She was really terrified, even more scared than being chased and killed by Yan Changqi just now! ! !

Her small face was pale, and the sweat dripped from her forehead drop by drop.

At this moment, behind him, a voice suddenly said: "He, he doesn't seem to recognize him."

Xinbao turned around suddenly, and saw Second Master Shen and Zhong Limin rushing over, Zhong Limin didn't pay attention to Tuanzi, and just repeated softly: "He doesn't seem to know him."

In an instant, Xinbao regained her sanity.

She turned her head quickly, and saw that Yan Chenjue was attacking wildly, while looking away from her from time to time, as if he didn't pay attention to whether his opponent was round or flat.

A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, Xinbao looked left and right, and there was a small watering pond not far away, she ran over and jumped into it.

Yuru was taken aback, "Xinbao?"

Xinbao crawled out again, stomped on it just like Page, then picked up a ball of wet mud and threw it at the man.

snap...

The mud fell a step away from her eyes.

Xinbao jumped anxiously, turned around and pulled Second Master Shen: "Uncle, you throw it, throw it in his face, throw it in his mouth."

Second Master Shen raised his eyebrows.

Then the old man bent down directly, and gave it to Zhong Limin in a wet ball in the mud.

Zhong Limin is good at concealed weapons, but now that his skills have not recovered, he just changes the angle at the side. Xinbao wants the opponent to open his mouth, so he shouts: "You big scum! Big villain!"

Yan Changqi ignored it.

Xinbao said again: "Wife, wife! Xinbao was injured, it hurts so much, Xinbao is going to die!!"

Yan Changqi said angrily: "You..."

He only uttered half a sound, and the mud flew into his mouth, but it was a pity that the word mud was closed and only covered his teeth.

Second Master Shen continued to make mud, Zhong Limin began to hit his face, the shadow guard also learned it, and directly poured some water out, Yuru wrapped some mud in a handkerchief, and handed it to Zhong Limin.

As soon as Zhong Limin picked it up...

He glanced at Yuru silently, then took it over, walked around the two of them, slowly changed his steps, and then gently threw it out...

The veil spread out, and with a splash, Yan Changqi's face was painted.

Yan Changqi, wearing a pink veil and a muddy face, was furious, "Okay..."

He might have wanted to say something, but when Zhong Limin finally opened his mouth, he threw a big mud ball over... What should I say, the size of his mouth is the size of the mud ball. Can't get that out.

Yuru was overjoyed, and patted Zhong Limin on the shoulder vigorously to show her approval.

At the same time, Yan Chenjue went out with several swords in a row, and directly hit the heavy hand. Yan Changqi's broken sword fell to the ground with a clang, and his wrist was full of blood...

The next moment, his whole body trembled, and under the severe pain, a ball of mud sprayed out of his mouth... Blood gushed from his legs, and he knelt down on the ground suddenly.

Zhong Limin stepped forward and yelled: "Ding Peng dog thief!! You want to kill our sect master, why don't you come here quickly!! Why do you want to hurt innocent children!!"

Standing not far away, the person whose name happened to be Ding Peng and who happened to be seen by the deputy head: "...???"

Shen Erye also said: "Exactly!! Ding Peng is a thief! You are so devastated to attack a milk doll! Everyone gets it and punishes him!"

He slapped it out, and Yan Changqi's face was flattened, and he fell over and passed out.

Throughout the whole process, I couldn't utter a single word.

Second Master Shen immediately said to Yan Shenjue: "I'm sorry, Xiaojue, this is my enemy. Xinbao kindly reported the letter last night. I searched all night but found no one. I didn't expect to sneak into my house. It hurt the little baby."

Yan Chenjue was checking Xinbao, and when he found that she was not injured, his expression eased a lot, and he didn't have any doubts: "It's nothing."

Xinbao is relieved.

The little mud monkey threw himself into his wife's arms: "Wife! I'm so scared, I'm so uncomfortable, you have to write a hundred poems for Xinbao, to praise Xinbao's beauty and cuteness, I can't do without a capital! No! Yes!! Otherwise, Xinbao's young heart will be wounded, and it will never heal for the rest of its life..."

Yan Chenjue didn't dislike it either, he hugged and left: "Got it."

Tuanzi made a good plan, and after writing a hundred poems, he had already forgotten what his opponent looked like... He wanted to give his witty self 10,000 likes! !

In the end, when he came out after taking a shower and changing clothes, he found Yan Chenjue sitting in a chair, thinking.

The group's heart skipped a beat.

She flew over, skillfully climbed onto his lap, held his face in her hands, and snapped her lips together.

Sure enough, the young boy was startled by her wild action, glared at her, held her in his arms again, and gently patted her back: "Aren't you scared?"

Xinbao said: "Brother Xiaoxian, what are you thinking? You are not allowed to think about anything, only Xinbao!"

Yan Chen couldn't help smiling, and kissed Tuanzi's pink cheek: "I was thinking, when I drew the sword just now, it didn't hurt."

Xinbao was stunned: "Does it hurt?"

The so-called mourning sword technique, mourning is greater than death, is actually a purely literal meaning, purely referring to mental breakdown, all thoughts are lost.

Therefore, the better Ai Mo's swordsmanship is practiced, the more painful it will be when using it. Every move is like tearing out one's heart and bringing back a nightmare.

But he doesn't hurt now?