Doomsday Rise

The six-day period passed by in a flash. For Zhang Yangjin and others, they practiced after eating and ate after practicing. The six days passed normally, as usual, nothing strange at all. But for the members of the Heian Team, life is like a year.

Zhang Yangjin's powerful combat power made people dare not act rashly, so the south of the city was quiet for six days, and no one was messing around. However, this does not make the peace of mind of the Ping An warriors. With so many brothers dead, Liu Wei'an's life and death are uncertain, and what will happen in the future... No matter what happens, everyone is sad and worried.

Early on the seventh day, Zhang Yangjin sent someone to call Xu Banxian.

"The six-day period has come, and I'm leaving! You can only rely on yourselves in the following days. Although it is irresponsible to leave at this time, I still have things to solve myself." Zhang Yangjin said casually.

"It's just a small matter in the south of the city. Mr. Zhang has something to do. Of course, Mr. Zhang's affairs are the main ones. I'm so grateful for the six-day kindness! Yan'er once again thanked Mr. Zhang for his kindness in protecting me!" Xu Banxian did not speak. It was Yan'er who spoke. Made a Hail Mary.

"The meat from the Hell Ghost Mastiff is pretty good, can you give me half of it?" Zhang Yangjin looked at Yan'er, seemingly negotiating, but in fact he couldn't refuse.

"This..." Yan'er hesitated. How noble the Hell Ghost Mastiff is. Daha Yudu only took a third of it. Zhang Yangjin opened his mouth and asked for half. His appetite was too big.

The level of the Hell Ghost Mastiff is too high and she has no right to deal with it.

"What?" Zhang Yangjin's face darkened and he said calmly: "Don't you want to? Then forget it!"

"No, it's because-" Yan'er said anxiously.

"Give it to him!" The sudden voice caused the expressions of the three people to change.

"Liu Wei'an!" Zhang Yangjin raised his head in lightning, his eyes shooting out like a falcon, extremely sharp.

"Huh?" Xu Banxian couldn't see it, but he could feel that Liu Wei'an was in something wrong. Doubt flashed across his face, and then his brows furrowed deeply.

"Sir!" Yan'er was surprised and happy. When she turned around and saw Liu Wei'an, she almost burst into tears, "Sir, you——"

Liu Wei'an, who was as skinny as a stick and looked more like a skeleton than a skeleton, was wearing a coat that he didn't know where he came from. It looked like it was hanging on a bamboo pole and it didn't fit him very well. If it weren't for the fact that his voice and eyes couldn't deceive anyone, Yan'er wouldn't have dared to recognize him. This was her handsome and handsome young master.

"Liu Wei'an, you survived!" Zhang Yangjin stared at Liu Wei'an for a long time, the shock in his eyes slowly receded,

Restore calm.

"Luckily!" There was no expression on Liu Wei'an's face. It wasn't that he didn't want to show his expression, but that his face was just skin and bones, unable to make any expression, and his voice was hard.

"I have heard about everything that happened in the past few days. I would like to thank Brother Zhang for guarding the south of the city for me and saving my brothers from disaster. I still have most of the Hell Ghost Mastiff left, so I gave it to Brother Zhang. I hope Brother Zhang will not dislike it! "

"I'm just trying something new, I don't need that much." The embarrassment on Zhang Yangjin's face flashed away.

"Yan'er, have someone bring up the body of the Hell Ghost Mastiff." Liu Wei'an didn't allow him to refuse.

"Yes, sir!" Yan'er responded briskly and went down to ask someone to deliver the body of the Hell Ghost Mastiff. After Liu Wei'an came back, she suddenly found her backbone, as if she was not afraid of the sky falling. Not to mention half a hell ghost mastiff, even if there were eight out of ten, she wouldn't feel bad about it.

"City Lord!" The soldier who sent the Hell Ghost Mastiff was extremely surprised when he saw Liu Wei'an.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Liu Wei'an signaled the soldiers to retreat, and then said to Zhang Yangjin: "I don't know what else Brother Zhang is interested in. Just ask, as long as I, Liu, have everything, it doesn't hurt to take it all."

"Wei An's words are serious. It's just a joke. Why take it seriously! It's getting late and I have to leave. Say goodbye!" Zhang Yangjin made a haha ​​and patted Liu Wei'an's shoulder affectionately. His expression suddenly changed. Looking at him in shock: "Where is your skill?"

"No more!" Liu Wei'an said.

"Why is it gone?" Zhang Yangjin was a little embarrassed. He knew very well that Liu Wei'an's martial arts talent was revealed when he was still in Mogu Mountain. When they met again, it was already so deep that he couldn't see through it. He was suspected to be on par with the old man in gray gown. How could such strength be gone?

"You have to pay a price for surviving the Curse of Weeping Blood." Liu Wei'an said calmly.

"Can you still...recover?" Zhang Yangjin was shocked. He had heard about the name of the Weeping Blood Curse for a long time. After all, he had never seen it with his own eyes. He only knew how powerful it was and how powerful it was. He lacked a real-life interpretation, but now he has An intuitive understanding.

"The hope is very small!" Liu Wei'an said calmly and did not hide anything.

"We finally met. I, Zhang Yangjin, am a person who misses my old friendship. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. It's getting late, no more words, farewell, no farewell!" Zhang Yangjin looked at Liu deeply. Wei An glanced at him, waved his big hand, jumped on his horse first, and roared out of the south of the city.

Two people from the gold-level masters collected the bodies of the Hell Ghost Mastiffs, caught up with the large army, and walked away in the blink of an eye. When the Ping An soldiers saw this scene, their expressions were ugly.

"Do you have any regrets, feeling that you saved someone who was inhumane?" The clear and melodious voice was filled with a hint of passion. Zhang Wuhe, in a dazzling red dress, appeared, looking at Liu Wei'an with his big, fiery eyes, full of curiosity. Surviving the Curse of Weeping Blood is unprecedented. If this person can survive this disaster, his future achievements will be limitless.

"Sometimes I regret the things I have done, but Zhang Yangjin's matter is not among them." Liu Wei'an withdrew his gaze from Zhang Yangjin's back and faced Zhang Wuhe's aggressive eyes without any fear: "You This cousin of mine can tell at a glance that he is looking for new help, but you are not in a hurry at all."

"Is the Weeping Blood Curse really that powerful? Tell me, what is the scariest part of the Weeping Blood Curse?" Zhang Wuhe stopped very close to Liu Wei'an, and their noses They were almost touching, and their breath could hit each other. From the look on her face, if it weren't for the difference between men and women, she would reach out and feel it.

"This is an unbearable memory." Liu Wei'an took a step back, standing too close to such a beautiful woman was too dangerous.

"The Blood-weeping Curse of the Blood Clothes Sect claims that there is no one who cannot be killed, but Mr. Liu can survive, which makes Wuhe admire him." Zhang Wuhe approached again and breathed out like a blue: "Wuhe wants to cooperate with you!"

"I have lost my skills and am now a useless person. Are you sure you still want to cooperate with me?" Liu Wei'an looked at her strangely.

"I am not my snobbish cousin." Zhang Wuhe smiled sweetly, "The Blood Clothes Sect is scary, but it is not without its opponents. If I can restore your skills, will you be willing to work for me?"

"Didn't you say cooperation?" Liu Wei'an distanced himself again.

"When we work together, isn't it cooperation?" Zhang Wuhe said with a smile.

"I really want to restore my skills, but I don't want to sell myself out." Liu Wei'an said calmly.

"I understand, but I suggest Mr. Liu think about it carefully and reply to me after today." Zhang Wuhe stepped back, disappearing into the forest like a butterfly. Liu Wei'an had no time to pay attention to her. Thunderous hoofbeats roared in, and a large group of people rushed towards the south of the city with great momentum. The Ping An soldiers rushed out of the room as if facing a formidable enemy.

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