Chapter 841: Dripping blood

() "Sister Jin." The thin dog barked.
"Well." Sister Jin nodded. She didn't need a thin dog to remind him. He didn't need his keen "smell and smell". The smell here is an ordinary person can smell.
There should have been a lot of people here, and Sister Jin was very clear. Before coming down from the tree, it seemed that there was no one left, but in fact only two groups of people gave up, and the four people rushed forward, and more people stayed here. Everyone just changed positions and tried to discover others without being discovered by others.
But now ...
Sister Jin found out that she had previously determined that she had a good location and had no powerful information at the moment.
She hurried towards the nearest place, followed by the thin dog.
Then I saw the body, there were five people.
Sister Jin was not surprised by this discovery, as if she saw something unexpected. She looked at these people casually, and then at the posture of their right hand.
"Sister Jin ..." The thin dog's tone was full of panic. At this point, can't you see what is happening? They thought the other party was a fat sheep, but they walked along and harvested them in large swaths. Where did the two strings of soldiers come from? Was it harvested from before? Recently, Zhizhi Lin from north to south prospered, and he could easily get the goods outside the forest. Wouldn't that group of people sweep around and enter the forest to harvest? Is this to make the whole treasure forest round?
"Could it be the Xuanjun?" Said the thin dog.
Sister Jin happened to think of this possibility. Baozhilin is quite close to the capital of the Xuanjun. Recently, if a large number of invaders attracted the attention of the three empires, then the fastest response and the strongest strength should be the Xuanjun Empire. And did this pedestrian come from Xuanjun City? If it was really the move of the Xuanjun Empire, then there would be no problem with such unscrupulous rebellion. There might be a large group of people outside of Lin Zi.
But if this is the case, why didn't they shoot when they faced her and the thin dog earlier? Can't you really be impressed by your smile?
"Go and see again." Sister Jin said.
"Look?" The thin dog was surprised. He had no idea of ​​getting rich now, so he could leave Baozhilin sooner.
"Those people are a little strange." Sister Jin said.
"Sister Jin, when are you so curious?" The thin dogs were all crying.
"If you want to worry, go first." Sister Jin said.
"I ... follow you." After thinking about it, the thin dog made a very difficult decision.
Sister Jin smiled, and then walked forward. She was very cautious and cautious before. At this time, she was getting closer and closer to the goal, but she seemed relaxed.
On the way, I saw another wave of dead bodies. Sister Jin did not care anymore, and suddenly heard a moan.
"There is a live here." The thin dog cried.
"Sister Jin ... save me ..." the voice called wildly.
Sister Jin looked around and saw that she was an old acquaintance, surnamed An Chengcheng. At this time, she fell in the corpse, her entire right arm was gone, and she desperately held her head to let Sister Jin see.
"How did this happen?" Sister Jin flew to Ancheng, and first dropped a medicine into his mouth, then asked.
"Look away." An Cheng taking the medicine panted.
"Is it the boy in gray clothes?" Sister Jin asked.
An Cheng nodded.
"Are there any?" Sister Jin asked.
"Another?" An Cheng smiled bitterly and grinned at the brothers who had become corpses around him: "It's just him, what else?
"Just him? The other four?" Sister Jin was surprised.
"I didn't lift my fingers." An Cheng said.
Sister Jin froze. Lu Ping made her feel that she was hiding deeply, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful. Is it possible that he was killed by him alone along the way?
"Today's vote, I am afraid that no one can please?" An Cheng sighed.
"Frankly, you are currently the only live mouth I have seen." Sister Jin said.
An Cheng was stunned for a while, but then he laughed and laughed with great joy.
"Okay!" He exclaimed, his face was not a pity, but a happy one.
Sister Jin has seen this much in Baozhilin too, and she slowly stood up.
"Sister Jin, aren't you going to leave like this?" An Cheng busy.
"Of course not." Sister Jin shook her head, looked at An Cheng's happy smile, and then said: "Just gave you a Liuwei Po Huang Wan, what price should you know?"
An Cheng's smile stiffened on his face, but he continued to run again soon, and he smiled more brilliantly than before, and the words of pleasing almost flew from the smile lines on the corner of the mouth.
"Of course I do," An Cheng said hurriedly, "You also know Sister Jin, how come we have spare money when we come out to work? You save me first, and you must make up when you come back."
"Unbelief." Sister Jin said.
"Sister Jin, what do you say?" An Cheng said, "you" has now become "you".
"Thin dog, you can do it." Sister Jin suddenly said.
"Me?" The thin dog was surprised. With such a great chance of blackmail, Sister Jin gave herself so easily?
"Let's not be busy." Sister Jin finished and left without looking back.
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Baozhilin Center, a gathering place for trading. Disputes, killings, these things are commonplace in Baozhilin. Except those who are new to Baolin, no one will fuss about these things, nor will they affect their own sales because of them.
But when Luping's five people appeared in this middle circle, all the people of Baozhilin who had been in charge of all the stalls were all stunned. The normally busy middle circle of the market should be put into a rest. The position where the five people appeared began to spread gradually, and finally all became quiet.
People who are near are looking at the five of them, while people who are far away are rushing towards this side.
Satisfied with such attention, Fang Yizhu raised his right hand high, and a large series of magic soldiers all shone in the dim light of the forest. He seemed to be a king, waiting for his people to cheer.
Luping behind stepped forward at this moment, leaning on the string of soldiers leaning on the side, pointing at the back and screaming: "Wonder God soldier, who wants to buy?"
"I'm going!" Fang Yizhu's right hand dropped immediately. Under the public attention, Lu Ping's straight voice can be regarded as ruining his aura. No matter how prominent the style is, is it a Noble Forest selling? Although it does.
Lin Zi continued to keep quiet, everyone stared at these five people ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and the magic soldiers in their hands. One string, two strings, three strings, four strings ... The magical soldiers dreamed of by many cultivators are in the hands of others.
"Serial warriors, are these fat sheep?" Someone began to whisper. There are many people who know the news of Fat Sheep, but not everyone dared to play such an idea.
"No, Brother Fang, they have already gone. How can they allow them to come here?" Some people questioned, apparently knowing someone who was going to start with the fat sheep.
"Look at that string of soldiers!" Someone suddenly called out.
"Which string?"
"The string in the girl's hand!"
The girl was referring to Ling Ziyan.
Fang Yizhu's two hands are full, Lu Ping often has to be inconvenient as a thug, Su Tang's injury has not healed, and Mo Lin can't do any work, so the newly-acquired soldiers are carried in Ling Ziyan's hands.
The two strings of soldiers are fresh, because there is no place to clean, and some of this fashion is dripping blood.