Chapter 371: Multi-disaster alchemist (1)

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Time seems to solidify at this moment.
Junze and the young boy looked at the scene in front of them, and the faces of the two people were full of incredible.
There was only one trick, the seemingly thin monsoon smoke, even nailed the red monkey to the ground? !
How can this be!
"Hey!!" Just as everyone was blaspheming, the red monkey that was pierced through the chest suddenly violently violently lifted up the claws and grabbed the slender neck of the monsoon smoke!
The footsteps of the monsoon smoke moved to the left without a trace, and easily escaped the attack of the red monkey. The pair of good-looking, boneless hands underplayed the head of the red monkey.
The left and right hands are gently twisted...
Oh...
The huge head of the red monkey was actually twisted off by the hard, and the blood smashed down the neck of the broken bone.
The monsoon smoked his eyebrows and looked at the sultry red monkey. He looked at the huge and awkward head in his hand, and smiled and threw it away.
"The head of this goods is quite weighty."
Junze looked at the monsoon smoke and swallowed it silently.
The red monkey is as fragile as the little monkey in front of the monsoon smoke, and there is no such thing as a demon.
if……
It knows that he was actually killed by such a human girl, but he was afraid... even if he died, it would be ashamed to die.
The red monkey was removed, and the boy who was supported by Jun Zeyu was like a deflated ball. The last strength of the strong support disappeared, and the two eyes completely fainted.
The monsoon smoked the stunned teenager and fainted without saying a word. The plan to leave the head of the red monkey to him to vent his anger was completely gone.
"He is scared too much." Monsoon flue.
Jun Ze nodded silently.
You have played the red monkey's head as a ball, can you not be scared?
The monsoon smoke looked down at the wooden wheelchair on the ground, letting Jun Ze help people up, and then he went back to pick up Bai Ze, and Jun Ze they left the right and wrong.
This battle lasted for a long time, but it was unforgettable. The wooden wheelchairs were difficult to walk in the mountains, and the pace of the monsoon smoke slowed down. Until the night fell, they could not go to the mountain road. I can sit down and rest in the middle of a stream.
The bonfire swayed, the thin teenager was still asleep, and Jun Ze’s gaze fell on the epee in the hands of the monsoon smoke.
That sword...
He had not seen the monsoon smoke before, but it suddenly appeared in the hands of the monsoon smoke.
The difference is coming.
"How is this kid?" The monsoon smoke wiped the epee clean and set it aside, looking at the slumbering teenager in a wheelchair.
Junze has come back to God, and his face is like a slap in the face. "I just fed him a potion. It’s so weak, I’m afraid I have to sleep for a while."
Just as Junze’s voice fell, the sleeping boy suddenly opened his eyes, but at the moment he opened his eyes, the pair of horrified eyes stared at Junze’s face. There was a scream in the mouth.
"The demon!"
Junze’s body was slightly shocked.
The monsoon smoked and lifted the chin against Junze, indicating that he was looking at the creek on the side.
Junze turned his head and looked at his reflection in the stream.
I saw that in the dim moonlight, a stream of muddy and dusty faces reflected in the stream, and it looked like a demon in the moonlight.
"You should wash your face." The monsoon smoked like a smile and laughed in the ears of Junze.
Junze almost didn't cry, she didn't say it early! !