General, Madam Called You To Farm

"It's not...a puppet..."

The three arrows seemed to have been shot into the heart of the saint, and hit the hardest wall of darkness.

She froze.

The puppet facing him was pushed aside by lightning-fast arrows.

The arrows pierced deeply into the walls on both sides, and the afterimages of the tail feathers shook violently, which shows how powerful the three arrows are.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't love to fight, and took the opportunity to rush over with the saint.

Although the bumps would still make the saint uncomfortable, but fortunately, Su Xiaoxiao fed her the wound medicine, which will not make the injury worse for the time being.

The saint lay on Su Xiaoxiao's back, feeling the howling cold wind.

"Why?"

she asked weakly.

"What why?" Su Xiaoxiao performed lightness kung fu and sprinted across the roof, with a slightly breathless tone.

"Yes, one, it's useless, the...me?"

"Who said you're useless?"

Su Xiaoxiao waved the golden bow in her hand, and fiercely blocked a hidden weapon shot from the side!

On the houses on both sides, two teams of puppets chased her, almost walking side by side with her.

Su Xiaoxiao hung the golden bow on her waist, and kept stretching out the pear blossom darts to prevent them from passing over.

"Can you water the flowers? Can you weed? Peel corn cobs, squeeze walnuts, collect medicinal herbs... There are many things you can do! It's nothing without martial arts. If you really like it, at worst, I will practice with you back! "

It is to practice with you, not to let you practice alone.

"Practice, no, come back, come on, how..." What should I do?

"If you don't come back, I will protect you!"

Su Xiaoxiao was running violently and talking fiercely at the same time, her whole face was flushed with blood.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao still doesn't know how the saint's internal strength is lost.

If he knew, he would probably want to fight back and let the saint fight back.

"Damn it! I've run out of pear-blossom darts! I've also run out of silver needles!"

Without the blessing of hidden weapons, the puppet masters jumped over one by one.

Su Xiaoxiao felt tricky.

But she had no way out, so she had to bite the bullet.

A veneer bucket is best suited for using poison.

Su Xiaoxiao backhandedly fed the saint a yellow antidote pill: "Take it quickly."

She ate one herself.

Generally speaking, puppet masters have high martial arts skills, but they are not smart.

They couldn't understand what Su Xiaoxiao was doing, so they rushed over without fear.

Su Xiaoxiao spilled a handful of medicinal powder.

The two puppets who rushed to the front were hit without any accident.

The remaining four avoided in time.

They realized that Su Xiaoxiao had something very dangerous in his hand, and immediately held their breath.

They began to take advantage of their lightness skills and numbers, focusing on exhausting Su Xiaoxiao's physical strength.

With one against four, and with a person behind her back, Su Xiaoxiao was panting heavily.

These few are really difficult to deal with, they were poisoned, but not much, and their strength was slightly weakened, but not enough to make them fall.

At this moment, the four of them exchanged glances, and Qi Qi besieged her.

Su Xiaoxiao held the weapons of two people with her bare hands, and kicked the third person's chest.

But the fourth person...

She couldn't escape it.

Puchi——

A bare hand, like a ghost's blade, ruthlessly pierced through the chest of the fourth puppet.

It's a saint.

After she lost all her internal energy, she delivered a fatal blow at the cost of destroying her dantian.

Blood splashed all over Su Xiaoxiao's body.

There are puppets, and there are saints.

Su Xiaoxiao was startled: "You..."

The saint lay on her back and kept vomiting blood:

"Cheng, Xin, also, think, protect, protect, you."

After weakly speaking the last word, she closed her eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao's face suddenly changed: "Cheng Xin—"

The two puppets took the opportunity to withdraw the long knife held by Su Xiaoxiao, and dragged their companion from the hand of the saint.

The holy maiden's blood-dripping bare hands hung down, dripping blood.

A puppet stepped forward quickly, and patted Su Xiaoxiao's shoulder with a palm.

However, he didn't injure Su Xiaoxiao, instead, after being stunned for a moment, he was sent flying by a terrifying force.

Behind Su Xiaoxiao, Su Mo took back the big palm that fell on Su Xiaoxiao's back shoulder, and walked out with a cold expression.

He stared coldly at the puppet in front of him, and said to Su Xiaoxiao: "You take the saint to heal your wounds, and leave it to me here."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded, pointed her toes, stepped back three feet away, and untied the saint from her back.

Su Mo drew out his long sword: "I'm not interested in hunting today."

The two puppets, as well as the one that was injured just now, rushed towards Su Mo together.

With a slash of Su Mo's long sword, the murderous aura instantly filled the entire street.

The cold wind and cold moon, the sword energy is like a mountain.

Puppets are not afraid of life and death, but at this moment, everyone feels a chill in their hearts.

It was a kind of fear that seemed to be carved in the bones.

The sword light flashed, and the puppets froze in place one by one.

Su Mo retracted his sword, turned and left.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The puppet fell to the ground.

"My sister doesn't like blood."

Stop beheading.

Not split in half.

All the bones in the puppet's body were broken by the sword energy!

Wei Ting also finished solving the puppets who were tracking him.

When he came over, he saw the little chubby peacock covered in blood, his expression changed: "Little!"

"I'm not hurt." Su Xiaoxiao whispered.

Wei Ting looked at the saint who was covered in blood: "Give it to me."

Su Xiaoxiao said softly: "I want to take her back by myself."

After that, she stood up holding the saint, and walked into the night silently.

Su Mo looked at his sister's lonely and sad back, and asked Wei Ting, "What's the situation with the saint?"

Wei Ting sighed: "I don't know. When I found her in the dungeon, she was already seriously injured, and it was a more serious injury than I imagined. I doubt what happened to her in the dungeon. But she There was no such blood at that time, could she..."

He didn't say anything after that.

They were still worried that the saint would hurt Su Xiaoxiao.

But tonight, anyone who is not a fool can understand that she will never hurt Su Xiaoxiao.

"She's not Cheng Qingyao." Su Mo said.

Looking at the two of them under the moonlit night, Wei Ting finally admitted her new identity: "She is Cheng Xin."

Thinking of something, Wei Ting suddenly asked, "Where's Jing Yi?"

Su Mo said: "He is going to fight in the ring. I came out first. He should not win."

Wei Ting thought for a while: "What if the oiran loses to him on purpose?"

Su Mo paused.

Jing Yi was very angry.

He was fooled by Wei Ting again.

They said that Su Mo was the boss, but the rules of the ring were to draw lots.

He drew ahead of Su Mo!

He played a few random moves, and the woman gave up!

He ran away immediately!

"Yo, where are you running to?"

On a roof, a woman in green charmingly waved a folding fan in one hand, and held a wine jug in the other, looking at the scene on the long street with a smile on her face.

Jing Yi looked at her warily.

The green-clothed woman flicked lightly, came to Jing Yi, and raised her hand to touch Jing Yi's chest: "You won the slave's house, according to the rules, the slave's house belongs to the young master tonight."

Jing Baobao backed away with a serious face!

The woman in green let out a laugh like a silver bell: "You are really a pure and innocent young master."

Jing Yi said: "I didn't beat you, you cheated yourself!"

The woman in green smiled and said: "Cheating loses is also losing. In short, whoever wins against Qing'er must spend a good night with Qing'er..."

Jing Yi turned around and left.

He can't beat this woman.

The woman in green sneered: "The person I want has never been able to escape! Ask your party to return that puppet to me! Otherwise, I will turn you into my plaything!"

"What a big tone, what kind of slut is this, who dares to come and rob me of your husband?"

Accompanied by a charming female voice, the ghost girl dressed in colorful and exotic costumes slowly descended from the sky, like a fairy in the clouds, and like a spirit in the mountains.

Although the woman in green is an oiran, in front of Gui Ji, her beautiful appearance is not enough.

Gui Ji landed beside Jing Yi, and casually walked a few steps forward.

The woman in green smiled sweetly: "It turns out to be Master Gui Ji, the patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sect. I'm sorry for your disrespect."

Gui Ji walked towards her with great coercion: "You said just now that you want to turn my little lord into your plaything?"

The woman in green took a look at Jing Yi, and said with a smile: "So this young master is Lord Gui Ji's young master. He went to the Zuishengmengshi Pavilion to fight in the ring today, so I thought he was free."

Gui Ji was not provoked by her, and said domineeringly: "My little lord, you can fight wherever you like, can you control me? Get out!"

Gui Ji: (﹃) What a handsome little man

Palace Master: Say it again.

Gui Ji: Sister is the most beautiful!