Chapter 49: Naraku Gokai

Sikong Qianluo's pupils suddenly tightened, and the spear in his hand pierced out with a mighty force. She could feel the faint thunder on the hilt of the sword. She didn't know what power the sword would have when it was pulled out, so the only thing she could do was to shoot a shot with all her strength.
But Lei Wujie still took advantage of it! He exhausted all his strength and pulled out the hilt, but he was stunned, but he still saw the empty palm.
Originally, he was full of confidence in his heart, thinking that he would be able to pull out the sword this time, but although the sword body and scabbard were about to move, they still didn't mean to leave each other. Lei Wujie was stunned for a second, and then jumped high. The silver moon gun slashed his shoulder, blood ran down.
Sikong Qianluo was stunned. He was already ready to face a strong sword, but Lei Wujie suddenly withdrew the sword. She hurriedly closed the gun, so she just made a cut on Lei Wujie's shoulder. , Otherwise it will penetrate him whole.
Everyone present was stunned.
Sikong Changfeng on the roof smiled slightly and said nothing.
Tang Lian frowned, "Lei Wujie, what are you thinking?"
Xiao Se glanced at Lei Wujie, Lei Wujie touched the wound on his shoulder, and shook his head with a bitter smile at Xiao Se.
"Can't beat." Lei Wujie said softly.
Sikong Qianluo was still in a daze, wondering why suddenly Lei Wujie would withdraw that sword.
At this moment, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se turned around at the same time, and ran away!
One is the descendant of the world's number one light gong stepping on the clouds, and the other has been opened up by the Wuxin monk. In terms of escape, they won't lose to anyone. Dozens of steps have been jumped in an instant!
Sagong Qianluo came back to his senses, picked up the spear, and chased forward: "Two wastes, where are you going!"
Lei Wujie sighed as he ran, "Brother Xiao, where did you provoke such a powerful woman!"
"I caused it?" Xiao Se rolled his eyes. "Who is all right to provoke this woman?"
Not far away, Sikong Qianluo heard it and cursed: "What kind of woman?"
Xiao Se jumped up and said loudly: "It's the kind of shameless woman who chases men every day!"
"Xiao Se, are you looking for death?" Sagong Qianluo stopped, raised his spear and threw it forcefully, but he didn't throw it far before he was stepped on the ground.
It really is, falling from the sky, unreasonably stepped out that powerful spear!
Of course, because the gun itself was taught by him.
"Silver Moon Spear reveals its true body, but it still can't keep people. It's really wronged." The gun fairy Sikong Changfeng gently lifted the spear, and the spear flew into his hand as if it had an induction.
Sikong Qianluo curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Who said that I didn't keep them, I will definitely keep them just now."
"Don't make trouble, your shot was deliberately thrown crooked. Lie in front of the gun fairy, daughter, you are so cute." Sikong Changfeng smiled maliciously.
"No matter today, in the past four days, every day has been crooked." Tang Lian added, standing aside.
Sikong Qianluo's face blushed slightly, and he stepped forward, dodge the Silver Moon Spear, and said bitterly: "Okay, then I won't throw it crooked for you! Let's see how I clean him today!"
"He?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows.
"They!" Sikong Qianluo kicked his father away.
Lei Wujie and Xiao Se ran all the way, and finally realized that Sikong Qianluo had disappeared behind him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. At this time, blood was running on Lei Wujie's shoulder, and he glanced sadly and said, "You must bandage it quickly."
Lei Wujie nodded, trying to tear off a piece of clothing from his body, but found that his clothes had already been torn apart by the Silver Moon gun, and he couldn't even tear off a complete step. He gave a sad look. Xiao Se immediately understood and took a step back: "This is Yunyan Fine Cotton!"
"Is it expensive?" Lei Wujie asked.
"No...that, this one doesn't blood." Xiao Se finally thought of a statement.
The two had no choice but to walk into a nearby courtyard. This is the case in Xueyue City. There are large and small pavilions and many small courtyards. There are various people living there. Some are peerless masters, and some don't even know martial arts, but they are by no means ordinary people.
Two people opened the door, but found that it was a very quiet yard. The yard was green with lush greenery. There was a swing tied in the middle of the vine and there was no people sitting on it. There was a small pavilion on the right side of the courtyard. A piece of guqin, Xiao Se went out and touched the edge of the piano: "Very clean, this room should be occupied."
Lei Wujie nodded and said loudly: "I take the liberty to visit, and I implore the master to come out and meet."
As soon as the voice fell, the door of the house had been opened, and a thin woman in a green shirt came out.
It is said in the Book of Songs: hands are like catkins, skin like fat, collar like grubs, teeth like rhinoceros, and moths. Qiaoxiao Qianxi, beautiful eyes looking forward to Xi.
Ancient poems also say: There are beautiful women in the north. Peerless and independent. Gu Qingrencheng. Then look at the country. Ning doesn't know about the city and the country. Beautiful women are rare again.
The book Lei Wujie read was not so bleak, but at that moment, words like this ran through his mind like a marquee. Those scenes that he thought only appeared in the book, but at this moment are true Spread out in front of him.
Xiao Se gently pushed Lei Wujie who was in a daze. Lei Wujie turned his head in a daze, "What?"
"Lei Wujie, your blood is going to run out?" Xiao Se said coldly.
Lei Wujie turned his head and glanced, feeling that he was about to faint.
The woman in the green shirt came over, without a word, gently took out a long handkerchief, and pressed Lei Wujie's shoulder, with a skillful and natural technique, and quickly bandaged the wound. Lei Wujie looked down at her, almost about to suffocate, and said falteringly: "Ma... trouble. This handkerchief..."
With sharp eyes, Xiao Shou immediately said, "It's Hua Luo Jin. This handkerchief is about 80 taels."
The woman in the green shirt smiled slightly and shook her head.
"What's your name, how can you live here?" Lei Wujie asked again.
The woman in the green shirt was about to answer, but suddenly her complexion changed, she covered her mouth and coughed slightly.
Lei Wujie frowned: "You are sick."
The green shirt woman nodded. At this moment, there was an angry shout not far away: "Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, where did you go!"
"Oh, chase here! Go away." Xiao Se came up and pulled Lei Wujie, preparing to drag him to continue running.
The woman in the green shirt grabbed Lei Wujie and shook her head gently.
The voice was getting closer at this time, Xiao Se heard Sikong Qian fall at the entrance of the courtyard and jumped into the courtyard immediately.
The woman in the green shirt gently raised her hand and finally said something, her voice was soft and melodious, just two simple words, but she was peerless.
"Nara."