I Just Want to Die

Seeing that he was finally relieved, the little Taoist quickly helped him to hide in the cellar.

He took time to glance at the black grievances flying in the sky, praying in his heart not to have an accident!

Ajin controls countless resentments and constantly chases the flying plane in the air.

Resentment penetrated the iron skin and plunged into the driver's body. The driver hit a clever moment and his look changed suddenly. His eyes were red, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

The maneuvering aircraft immediately reversed direction and rushed towards the aircraft behind.

There was a team member's inquiry sound from the pager. He was deaf and only fired at the opposite plane.

The opposite plane hurriedly avoided, the inquiry in the pager became more and more rapid, and only his teammates laughed wildly in the pager.

"Go to hell! Hahaha! Go to hell!"

This is not the most troublesome. The most troublesome is that more and more aircraft are starting to have problems, and they are attacking their own teams.

When the command received the report from the pilot, they were all stunned and looked at each other dumbstruckly as they did not know what to do.

Just before they figured out the situation, something even more serious happened, and a plane was hit by its own and crashed.

A Jin looked at the black smoke plane in the sky. The plane drew a parabola in the air and hit the ground directly. She was slightly satisfied.

Because of this chaos, the bombing in the sky was temporarily over, and some were still aftermath.

The pilot was given an order to fight back, and he was inseparable from his own fight in the sky. He only heard the sound of gunshots from the sky, and occasionally the bullets swept on the roof wall.

The little priest pulled the village chief to bend over, avoiding the bullets that kept sweeping over.

"Boo-boo-"

Bullet holes were punched out on the wall and the ground, and the little Taoist was fascinated by the raised sand.

He rubbed his eyes and scolded Hua Sanniang in his heart. The shells were gone, but the bullets came.

"Lao Zhang! Hold on! It's coming soon!"

He shouted and shouted at the village chief.

The village chief just looked at him breathlessly, and the little Taoist realized that his condition was not right, and helped him sit aside.

"Lao Zhang? Are you okay?"

"No... cough... nothing..."

The little priest looked at him with a pale complexion, and the hand holding him was weak, could it be that he was stunned just now and did not react?

There were still bullets coming around him, he didn't dare to shout at Hua San Niang on the roof, he could only stand there and worry.

"Mr. Zhang, let me carry you! This bullet doesn't have long eyes. It won't be good if it comes over!"

The village chief waved his hands weakly. He leaned his head against the back wall and looked up at the direction of the roof, as if trying to see something.

The little Taoist looked at the direction he was looking at and knew who he wanted to see without thinking.

Just then, an aircraft was shot down again, and the aircraft crashed from the sky with black smoke and a huge roar.

The little Taoist looked at the aircraft that was getting closer and could not care so much. He pulled up the village head and shouted to the roof:

"San Niang!"

A Jin frowned, and the direction of the plane's fall was directed at them. If he was hit by the plane, the village would have been destroyed.

She dissipated her resentment, and a lot of resentment rushed towards the plane. The pilot in the plane had jumped off the plane to escape, leaving only an iron shell out of control.

Resentment wrapped around Fei, trying to change the direction of its fall. It's a pity that the plane crashed extremely fast, and resentment only dragged it down.

The little Taoist almost dragged the village head around, and he did not forget to look back at A Jin as he walked.

With a glance, he almost stopped his footsteps, and saw that the black devil pattern on her forehead was faintly shining, and the resentment in her body continued to fly out, rushing straight towards the falling plane in the sky.

The little Taoist didn't know what the devil's pattern on her forehead was. He always thought it was just the characteristics of Mosha, like the fangs of evil spirits and the miserable appearance of evil ghosts.

Unexpectedly, that thing would still shine, and as she continued to release her grievances, the magic pattern seemed to gradually become smaller.

The Taoist priest was suddenly cheerful, the magic pattern should be used to seal resentment, otherwise her body would have been exploded.

Thinking of this, the little Taoist couldn't help but chill all over her body. She was already very strong. If she could undo the moire again, he couldn't believe how much resentment Mosha had. The records were all based on evidence, not groundlessness.

A Jin narrowed her eyes. This was a good opportunity to liberate her grievances. She simply let go of her hands and feet and relieved her suppression of grievances. Hua Sanniang's grievances were finally released.

The little Taoist stood at the spot in shock at the scene, and saw the sky covered with dark clouds, the violent wind, and the sky and the sand were wrapped in bullets and hit the wall with crazy bullets.

"Crazy! She is crazy! We are all over!"

The village chief looked at him dimly:

"What happened to San Niang? What happened to her?!"

The little Taoist's mouth made a wry smile: "She's very good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's us who caused the accident!"

The howling wind blew away his words, and the village chief tried to get closer to him and wanted to hear his words clearly.

"What are you saying? San Niang is not good? No! I want to go back!"

As he said, he let go of the little Taoist and walked back under the strong wind.

The little Taoist watched him run out for three or five meters in an instant, and his sturdy physique was as weak as before.

"My village chief! Can you stop for a while!"

The little priest ran forward to stop him, and while the two were pulling, several bullets hit their feet, and the little priest jumped aside.

Looking up again, the falling plane has been swept into the sky by manic anger, and is constantly spinning. The direction of the fall seems to have changed slightly.

Before the little Taoist loosed his breath, I saw that the resentment in the air gradually dissipated, the overcast wind paused, and the plane crashed again quickly.

After all, resentment is effective against living creatures. The plane is just an iron shell, or Newton has the final say.

When Ah Jin was preparing to use energy, she suddenly lost sight of her, and her consciousness fluttered for a moment.

It's Hua San Niang!

When she released the repression, Hua Sanniang's consciousness was released with resentment.

A Jin set her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find that all the resentment in the sky was condensed by Hua Sanniang. The thick resentment formed a semi-circular black barrier above the village, just like a black The porcelain bowl protects the whole village.

Since the whereabouts of the plane could not be stopped, the village below was kept.

A Jin narrowed her eyes, and the little priest looked at the black barrier in the sky with a shock and murmured:

"Can this work?"

A Jin stood hand in hand and stood on the roof watching what Hua San Niang did.

"No matter what you do!"

Hua San Niang's wish, she already knows.