My Skills Are Not Serious

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When Zhou Jie was killed, Chen Fang was the mortal enemy of the little old lady and the little old man. The two wanted to frustrate him, and the shot was naturally quite sharp.

A very condensed black flame ball with unmatched energy was released from the little old man's hand and bombarded the golden bell.

The glass cracked and the golden bell shattered directly. Chen Fang only had time to turn around to protect Wu Yaoyan, and was hit by a black fireball.

The black fire exploded, the flames swept through, the explosion spread, and the nearby ground was blasted and emptied by shock waves. All the debris was either annihilated in the flames or blown away.

When the dust settled, a large pit with a depth of five meters and a radius of ten meters appeared. At the center of the pit, Chen Fang knelt on one knee with his back to the little old man and the little old lady, holding Wu Yaoyan who was stunned in his arms.

"puff"

Chen Fang spit out a mouthful of blood, pasted it on Wu Yaoyan's face, and also awakened her.

"Chen Fang, are you all right."

Wu Yaoyan quickly got up and got out of Chen Fang's embrace, knelt beside him anxiously to check the situation.

Chen Fang would be a little out of breath and speechless. The blow of the little old man just now, although most of the energy was absorbed by the golden bell, the power that fell on him in the end has been reduced a lot, but it also made him feel like a heart. All five internal parts were burnt, and he suffered a lot of damage.

The attack of the high-ranking awakeners is really good, and it is because of his strong physique, if others are estimated to be dead.

Chen Fang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gently pushed away Wu Yaoyan who was supporting her, and his eyes fell on the little old man and little lady standing on the edge of the dirt pit.

"A little bit of strength, I can actually stand up after being attacked by me." The little old man looked at Chen Fang in surprise and said.

"What nonsense, he killed his son, you still have the thought of this, kill him for me, I will boil his body into oil, and make it into a light lamp in front of the son's grave." The little old lady shouted grumpyly.

The little old man nodded, his hands lit up with black fire again.

Under the dirt pit, Chen Fang whispered to Wu Yaoyan: "Wait for me to summon the electric bike, you can get on and leave here."

"If you have a chance, let's go. I am a burden now, not worth dying here for me."

Wu Yaoyan looked at Chen Fang's back being scorched with black skin and flesh, and her heart was very complicated.

She really didn't understand. Just now, Chen Fang could actually avoid him, but why did he try to protect her to the extent that he was attacked hard.

Moreover, he is now preparing to stay alone and drag the enemy and let himself escape. If the relationship between the two is about relatives, friends or lovers, it is understandable, but he and him are only the first. I met once, and I didn't know each other well, it was because Gong Xiaobai was a little connected.

Comparing her heart to heart, Wu Yaoyan felt that if she and Chen Fang switched positions now, she might have left the other party and tried every means to escape alone.

"Don't say it, I will reciprocate the grace of dripping water, and the vengeance of Qizhu will be returned a hundredfold. You were the one who brought me here and healed me. This kindness is worth my return."

If Wu Yaoyan hadn't taken Chen Fang out of the place where she had fought before, she would have been caught and killed by the chasing soldiers who might come back.

Although it was only possible, it was very likely, so Chen Fang felt that Wu Yaoyan was kind to him.

Wu Yaoyan smiled bitterly when she wanted to say this, the person who should have fallen to death, but was rescued by him and rescued from the death-row palace, did not owe greater kindness.

The black fire in the hands of the little old man in the dirt pit has once again become a ball, and he is about to hit him as soon as he sees it. There is no time for nonsense. Chen Fang strongly said to Wu Yaoyan: "Okay, don't talk about it, you all know I am a cumbersome now, so just listen to me and act accordingly."

Then Chen Fang summoned the electric car that was automatically repaired during the coma, and let Wu Yaoyan sit on it, "Twist your hand to the end, don't let go and run, as long as the electric car does not disappear, I am not dead, you must not stop and look back."

After talking about Chen Fang's idea of ​​driving the electric car to run up, she didn't give Wu Yaoyan time to speak.

The electric car flew out with Wu Yaoyan along the **** of the edge of the pit and disappeared in front of Chen Fang, leaving only the word Wu Yaoyan shouted before leaving.

"I will always wait for you, don't die."

Chen Fang was a little awkward, what does it mean to wait for me, how it feels like a goodbye between lovers.

Auntie, is your husband dead, and your heart is empty? This time I was touched because of my sacrifice.

This is not okay. We are the original product. I don't want to be a father.

Chen Fang yelled for a while to mediate his nervous spirit, then tense his nerves to face the upcoming attack.

The little old man is a high-level awakener. Although Chen Fang defended his previous attack, it also made him aware of the gap between them.

Chen Fang felt that he could only resist three attacks with the same power at most, no more.

"Wife, Concubine Wu ran away."

The little old man didn't put Chen Fang in his eyes, and said in a leisurely manner while condensing energy.

"What are you talking about? She ran away and ran away. Now I just want to see you kill the murderer who killed my son. It's up to me if Concubine Wu runs or not, so you can do it for me quickly." Roared.

If it wasn't for her own support, or a pure support with no offensive skills at all, she would have used her husband's ink and ink marks on her own.

"It's not my son," the little old man murmured vaguely.

To say that before the child of Zhou Jie was married, the little old man still regarded himself as his own, but after the other party got married and gave birth to a grandson, he was given Zhou's surname.

I raised other people's children as sons. My feelings are very real, but the result is very hurt.

So I'm going to endure it.

After that, the little old man’s feelings for Zhou Jie turned straight down. He used to have a lot of pain, but now he is so annoying. In order to pass on the family, he carried his wife on his back and raised a woman and gave birth to a bunch of babies with his own surname. The coffin lid of the ancestor who lived in his family who was about to run away.

To tell the truth, Zhou Jie is dead, and the little old man still feels a little bit as happy after fifteen amps.

Well, read "Fifteen An Shuang" to me again.

Why is this happening?

Without him, he almost died in order to support him, and now what is truly extinct is the great sacrifice that once oppressed and threatened him. Isn't it worth it?

The little old lady stared openly, "What did you say, say it again."

"It's nothing."

The little old man didn’t dare to say it again. He still respected his wife. After all, his wife was really single-minded after he followed him, and she raised other women after herself. She also closed one eye and didn’t make a noise. What a great pipe.

"Boy, take your life."

The black fire in the little old man's hands was almost gathered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he threw a loud shout towards Chen Fang, very fast.

Chen Fang knew that the black fireball covered a large area after it exploded, and he couldn't avoid it, so he could only hold the golden bell cover and resist.

It was another contact. In the explosion, the golden bell shattered, and the remaining black fire hit Chen Fang's defensive hands, blasting him out, and the energy aftermath from the explosion made the pit deeper.

Chen Fang climbed up from the ground with difficulty, a big mouthful of blood spurted out, and the tidal flats on the ground in front of him, his injuries became more serious, and the source energy in his body was only enough for him to use the golden bell to resist again. That is to say, the next attack may be his death date.

The source energy is about to be exhausted, and because the heart of the source cannot be contacted, the space cannot be opened, no supplies can be obtained, and consumption cannot be supplemented, and Chen Fang is in a dead end.

The little old man started to accumulate black fire again.

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