Chapter 17: Old complaint

Bu Xueyao's hand is not unpleasant.
Those thin white fingers will touch Ye Fusheng's neck. At this moment, a smiley voice came from behind him: "beautiful, beware!"
Bu Xueyao's complexion changed, and he grabbed an empty space in his hand—it was an afterimage!
Ye Fusheng has flashed behind him, and lifted his legs to look at the back of his heart. Bu Xueyao had missed his head and would have to lean forward due to inertia. If he was kicked by this foot, he might have to roll into the pond.
With a smirk, Bu Xueyao folded his upper body, his arms turned into palms and propped on the plum blossom piles, his right leg kicked backwards, and the two legs slammed together. Retreat.
Bu Xueyao stood on the plum blossom pile with one foot, but Ye Fusheng's feet landed firmly on a lotus leaf.
Three rounds had passed from the shot to the stop, but the heroes on the corridor only had time to blink their eyes.
"It's fast!" Lu Mingyuan closed the white paper fan, and his eyes were full of marvels. "Bu Xueyao's 'Wang Chen Bu' hasn't met his rival for seven years. I didn't expect this knight to be faster than him." Minute!"
Xie Wuyi's hand on the handle of the knife was loose, his eyes were warm, but he sighed.
If this person's eyes were not blind, he wouldn't let Bu Xueyao hide easily just now, but Tian Tian was jealous and always had something to do.
Xue Chanyi's eyes widened, and Xie Lishi had just thrown a handful of peanuts that Ye Fusheng squeezed into the ground.
"Qiao Langjun, good skill." Bu Xueyao tapped Zhu Lips, and he was so charming. He might have been short of breath after changing a man. Unfortunately, he is now showing the posture to the blind man, and playing the piano with the cow.
The wooden knife in Ye Fusheng's left hand was across his chest, and he turned his head to smile in his direction: "It's overjoyed to be praised by the beauty."
The voice did not fall, Ye Fusheng had leaped into the air, and the lotus leaf only trembled slightly, but his whole person came out like an arrow, and the wooden knife cut the air, and even made a sharp sound like Jin Ge sonorously. In just a moment, she brushed across Bu Xueyao's neck, cut a strand of green silk, and left a light red wound.
"The sweeter the man, the more ruthless the heart is ..." Bu Xueyao slapped the wooden knife with his backhand, and his left leg was raised suddenly. The snake hooked Ye Yesheng's waist, and suddenly rubbed it suddenly, and suddenly exerted force. Threw him out.
Ye Fusheng was nowhere to work in midair, and his wooden knife made a half circle with the wind, just avoiding Bu Xueyao, took advantage of the palm, and then fell over. The tip of the knife was swept out diagonally just three inches into the water. Splashed out in an arc, smashing his head and covering his face towards Bu Xueyao's door.
Bu Xueyao's wide sleeves were like clouds, his hands were rotating, and the water droplets were rolled down with the robe sleeves. Just when the water curtain disappeared, the crackle sounded, and the wooden knife pierced from his sleeve, pushing Bu Xueyao's throat!
The tip of the knife was near, but Bu Xueyao's eyes blinked with a smile.
Ye Fusheng's left toe stepped on the right instep, the wooden knife suddenly changed to a downward swing, and at the same time pulled back and flew back, hitting a lotus leaf at the moment of landing and picking it.
I saw a small green snake with thick chopsticks at the crack of Bu Xueyao's sleeve. At first glance, it looked like a fat earthworm. It moved very fast, and quickly climbed up the wooden knife. He bit his hand, and was cut in two by the suddenly falling blade. The first half was still in a decisive state, and he flew towards Ye Fusheng's face, as fast as thunder and lightning.
Fortunately, the lotus leaf came first.
Ye Fusheng's kung fu practice of listening to the position is perfect, and the lotus leaf is blocked in front of the snake's head when the hair is not allowed. The wrist turns, and the large lotus leaf wraps the half snake body into a ball. Before it crawls out, it is and Refers to the volley point on the lotus leaf bag, the internal force contained shatters it.
"Bahhhh, this‘ little jadeite ’is the favorite pet of the slave family, how can Qiao Langjun be so ruthless?

Bu Xueyao stroked his heart and frowned, the whole person fluttered two feet by the wind, and he was close to Ye Fusheng in a blink of an eye, his hands clasped his shoulders, fingers clasped between his hands, clap and buckle, Just listening to "click", Bu Xueyao's right hand was unscrewed by him.
Suddenly, Bu Xueyao saw sweat on his forehead, and the strength of the shock caused him to numb his upper body for a moment, but instead he moved closer, wrinkling the tip of his nose, and smelling a strange fragrance.
With a flash of light in his eyes, the next moment he bent back, avoiding the leg kicked by Ye Fusheng, and landed on the plum blossom pile and smiled gently.
Ye Fusheng's left hand was numb, and he clenched his fists with his last strength, crushing the silvery hairy needle in his palm.
He could n’t see it, he could only turn his head in the direction of Bu Xueyao, and both of them twitched their lips at this moment, and said the same two words silently—
It's you.
A month ago, outside the chills, the Northern Barbarian sneaked into Hutar ’s big tent, Ye Fusheng, dressed in a barbarian costume, just in time to see Hutar pull a man tumbling on the blanket, as if he was about to come to Hu .
He used 70% of his strength with a knife, and thought that he would take ten and nine steady, but he didn't expect to be taken over by the seemingly weak man.
At that time, I had no time to think about it. I could only use the "Bai Hong" trick to go down, cut the skin of the man's chest and abdomen, forcing him to pull back, and turned his head to cut Hutar's head.
As a result, there were empty doors behind him, but he had no choice.
For a moment, the Hutar's head fell to the ground, and a similar thin needle pierced his back, and then his body was numb as before. If he hadn't struggled to cut the man's shoulder with a knife, I'm afraid he wouldn't even get out of the big siege.
It was a pity that at that time, the man had a red yarn covering his face and could not see his face at all.
Right now, the enemy has met.
Bu Xueyao rolled up his red sleeves and exposed his bare arms: "Li Lang was right. People like Jun must not sleep in their dreams. My" Yu Meng "has been suppressed by you. But if you want to come to Lang Jun, since then, you should have never really slept, can you be tired? "
Yumeng, as the name implies, makes people lose their five senses after poisoning and gradually disappears. They are dizzy, constantly recalling all the things of great joy and sorrow in the past, and gradually unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
It is not Bu Xueyao's most powerful poison, but it is his favorite.
Peeling skin and bones, digging into the heart and the lungs, torture varies widely in the world, but it can really make people unwilling to die, but it is nothing but the word "pull the stomach."
Life is more or less concerned, and Ye Fusheng's concern is never let go. So as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was like yesterday's clouds of smoke, and it was sighing and untouchable. He almost fell asleep several times.
He boasted of being a seven-foot boy, and he refused to die so sadly, and he didn't want to cry in Sisi on Huangquan Road anymore, so he never slept again since then. , With a tired look on the face like a scammer.
The poison of the dream has caused problems with his eyes and right leg, and now his left hand is stabbed again, but it can't be more unfortunate.
"Lang Junguo is really good at being able to suppress this poisonous month and not get into his heart and lungs, but he is so tired and tired? Why not give up the struggle and let the slave give you a good dream to sleep forever?"
Bu Xueyao flew over, grabbed Ye Fusheng's shoulder with his right hand, and the two flipped over, striking on a pillar like an electric shock, scaring the person standing next to them to kick their hind legs.
Ye Fusheng ate his eyes and was hit very hard by Bu Xueyao. He immediately bleeds blood on his head, and Bu Xueyao knocked his left hand joint back by this one. After a movement, he circled Ye Fusheng Neck, actually wanted to twist his neck bones!
Too late to think too much, Ye Fusheng pointed to his wrist, an internal force exploded, Bu Xueyao's face changed, and suddenly he felt half of his body was unconscious, and his hands were loose.
Breaking the shackles, the two men stepped on the lotus leaf and plum blossom piles and fell on the pond. You came and I removed it. I do n’t know how many tricks, and how many people saw it. , Couldn't help asking Xue Chanyi "He ... will he win?"
Xue Chanyi shook her head: "It's hard to say."
Xie Wuyi got up, his gaze swept away from the battle, and reached for Xue Xianlian of Xue Chanyi.
At this moment, Ye Fusheng's inner breath rolled, and the poison of the dream that had been pressed by himself was drawn out by that needle, and the fine snowflake-like pictures in his brain were coming in a trance. A hand knife chopped his shoulders, his right hand was caught in Ye Fusheng's abdomen, his clothes ripped, and even a piece of flesh was torn off.
The wound was bloody, but Ye Fusheng was awake without being stimulated by the pain, and his brain became more dizzy. Seeing that he was so happy, Bu Xue grabbed Ye Fusheng's throat with one hand. As long as he tried harder, it was a fairy.
At this moment, no one could react.
Bu Xueyao even laughed out loud.
However, the next moment, he couldn't laugh.
Another finger thundered in his hand, his arm numb, Ye Fusheng disappeared from his eyes, the next moment, the plum pile under his feet suddenly broke from it!
Ye Fusheng was able to get out of trouble, just leaned down, almost swept across the surface of the water, rubbed his palm with one hand and cut it on the plum blossom pile. Find more strength.
Unfortunately, this retreat, he was caught by Ye Fusheng.
He couldn't see clearly, but accurately calculated the direction of Bu Xueyao's withdrawal and back. Bu Xueyao hit him in his arms, too late to turn around, Ye Fusheng's hand clasped his throat.
His lips twitched, so close, Bu Xueyao could still only hear his fine words, murmured like a dream, and it was not true.
At the next moment, Ye Fusheng swiftly turned over and kicked Bu Xue far away!
He had the intention to make up another foot, but unfortunately, the body was hurt in the dark, and he immediately fell off. Fortunately, a red silk swept through, tightly wrapped around his waist, and dragged back to the promenade instantaneously. The end.
"Cough cough ... thanks to the owner."
"Knowing that you have a chronic illness, you have to go up to succeed. It really is too long to die." Xie Wuyi let go of Chixue Lianlian, and still said nothing good.
Ye Fusheng shrugged his shoulders, intending not to follow his general knowledge, but unexpectedly he was filled with a weird tea in the next moment. He coughed to death and his lungs almost exploded.
"Less obstruction, sit down!"
Xue Chanyi put down the empty teacup, her eyes full of disgust and impatience, but Xie Li behind him couldn't help but puff.
This cup of tea was ordered by Mr. Xie Zhuang early this morning to prepare for Ye Fusheng. It took four pieces of old to boil out such a small one, and anyone could drink it.
Those who bully others with are always pitted by ginger, and it turns out that it is unhappy to retaliate in a causal cycle.
Bu Xueyao also climbed onto the promenade and spit out a bit of blood. Then he felt that the congestion in his chest was slightly reduced. He whispered something to Li Feng, his cold eyes suddenly brightened, and quickly disappeared.
He asked a subordinate to say a few words. After the other party retreated, Li Feng took the knife and got up, carrying light power and falling on a plum blossom pile, saying: "Since the outcome is not divided, then Li Mou will come to fight for this victory. Lose one game, thank the owner, please! "