Chapter 137 My acting skills are perfect
"The dark curse!"
At this moment, Zero Yu immediately used his second dark curse. Even if Sun San was wary of it, he would not be able to avoid Zero Yu's attack. He inevitably fell into a state of confusion again.
Wang Yimiao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He immediately seized the opportunity and controlled Sun San's neck in his hand again.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His plan was almost ruined just now, but now he finally mastered the rhythm again, and his hanging heart could be relieved.
After Sun San woke up again, he was first angry, but when he noticed the sense of crisis coming from his neck, he immediately shivered and sweated coldly.
Sun San couldn't help but feel panic: "How can a spirit hero bring me such a strong sense of crisis?"
But with one of his arms as a lesson, he would not question whether Wang Yimiao really has the ability to kill him.
Wang Yimiao asked coldly: "Do you still want to resist?"
Sun San shook his head and had to admit defeat.
"Then do you know how powerful I am?" Wang Yimiao said, reaching out and grabbing Sun San's remaining good arm. With a casual move, he dislocated his entire arm.
Sun San's face was distorted again, but he still couldn't make any screams.
He nodded quickly and admitted his conscience.
Only then did Wang Yimiao have the intention to look at the place where Bi Yunyao ran away, but at this time, Bi Yunyao had already run away, so how could he stay and wait for death?
Wang Yimiao wanted to chase Bi Yunyao, but then he thought about it and murmured: "Forget it, anyway, I've asked all the things that should be asked from that bastard. If he wants to leave, he can leave. Anyway, there are still people here who can take me in."
He stared at Sun San again, took out another pill from the space ring and stuffed it into Sun San's mouth, and said, "This one is poison. If you don't get my antidote within an hour, you will definitely die."
However, that pill was just a Xiongxiang Pill.
But when Sun San heard Wang Yimao's words, his heart clattered, as if his whole heart had been broken, and he couldn't help but lose his soul and look panic.
Wang Yimiao continued, "Now you take me in, just treat it as if you have caught me. If you disobey, you will die of poison if you don't have to take action."
Sun San nodded quickly and expressed his obedience.
Wang Yimiao then let go of the hand that grabbed Sun San's neck, and deliberately turned around and showed his back full of flaws to him. At the same time, he stretched his waist and took the initiative to attack Sun San. No, it was a chance to make a move.
However, Sun San did not fall into his trap.
This is not that Sun San is completely afraid of Wang Yimiao, but that Sun San is not stupid, knowing that this is Wang Yimiao’s trap.
Wang Yimiao turned around and looked at Sun San again, showing a meaningful smile, grabbed Sun San's useless arm, then turned around and pressed his palm against his neck, as if Sun San grabbed Wang Yimiao's back neck and Wang Yimiao hugged his head with both hands.
"Let's go." Then Wang Yimiao pulled Sun San toward the gathering place.
In the gathering place, Lan Qiu and others did not notice the battle not far away, and all of their attention was on Bai Dachun's abstract paintings.
Bai Dachun pointed to the portrait and explained to them where Wang Yimiao was and how they would go there.
But he deliberately said it in a mess, which made Lan Qiu and others confused.
"Let me briefly talk about how far is Wang Yimiao's location from us?" Lan Qiu's eyebrows were a little unhappy, but there was no attack.
"I'll do it." Bai Dachun deliberately delayed the time for a while. After realizing that the anger on the blue ball's face became stronger and stronger, he immediately said, "It's about three thousand meters away..."
At this time, Bai Dachun saw Sun San escorting Wang Yimiao into the gathering place.
"Li." Bai Dachun spit out the last voice, his expression full of surprise.
He slandered in his heart: "Brother, you won't come early or late, why did you slap me in the face at this time?"
After all the attention was focused on the blue ball on Bai Dachun, the disciples of Ming Xizong noticed Bai Dachun's strangeness, they turned their heads to look in Bai Dachun's eyes, and suddenly saw Wang Yimiao standing in front of them.
And behind Wang Yimiao, Sun San was still standing. It seemed that Wang Yimiao was caught by Sun San.
But all of them couldn't help but be stunned. They were listening to Wang Yimiao's direction the previous second, and Wang Yimiao appeared in front of them the next second. Is this a big turn?
The most surprising thing is that Zhao Da and Qian Er were the two of them who ordered Sun San to go out and kill Wang Yimiao, but they didn't expect that Sun San did not kill anyone, but brought the person back. What's the situation? Sun San's forehead was kicked by a donkey?
After they saw the strange expression on Sun San's face, they couldn't help but lose their minds.
Finally someone woke up. Compared with the incident when Wang Yimiao appeared in front of him, the man naturally ignored the unnatural expression on Sun San's face and screamed in a hurry: "The top of the list of the must-kill list!"
The others woke up one after another, and the man screamed before. Most of them couldn't help but follow his words and focused their attention on Wang Yimiao, and praised casually: "Sun San, you did a good job, you have made great contributions!"
Only a few people wondered why Sun San had such a strange expression, including Zhao Da and the other five brothers.
"Sun San, how did you catch him?" Chai Fei asked with doubts.
However, Sun San was unable to speak and his mouth kept twitching, but he could not make a sound, and could only write a grievance and anxiety on his face.
But although Chai Fei understood what his expression was, he couldn't understand what his expression meant.
After all, no one can think of a little spiritual hero who can beat a spiritual lieutenant by cheating and forcing the spiritual lieutenant to obey him.
"Sun San, why don't you speak?" Chai Fei urged hurriedly.
The others immediately saw the clues, stood there motionless, and completely suppressed the urge to walk up and kill Wang Yimiao.
Wang Yimiao was nervous and glad.
Fortunately, for some reason, the remaining fourteen disciples of the Ming Xizong in the gathering place were gathered here.
What’s nervous is that these fourteen disciples of the Ming Xizong are still scattered a little distance, so now is not an excellent time to take action. We should wait until these fourteen disciples of the Ming Xizong gather to get closer to ensure that there are no fish that misses the net.
So he had a sudden inspiration and immediately made up his mind: I was going to start my performance again!
He immediately pretended to be a panicked face, his whole body suddenly leaned back, then rushed forward, and saw the opportunity to let Sun San loose his hand, then fell to the ground as if he was pushed by someone. A sudden scream of uneasy and begging for mercy suddenly rang out of his mouth.
Coincidentally, he accidentally tripped up a rock while on the way to the fake fall, and with a bang, he really fell to the ground with all his legs and legs.
The whole look was like being thrown to the ground with contempt and Sun San was thrown into the ground, and he became a lamb to be slaughtered.
However, he did not consider Sun San's completely unnaturally hanging hand.
The people of Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty were dumbfounded when they saw Wang Yimiao's realistic acting skills, and when they saw Sun San's weak hand.
What's the situation?
Some honest disciples of the Ming Xizong had not yet reacted, and only this sentence flashed through their minds.
Wang Yimiao pretended to struggle to hold up, pretended to look around the disciples of Ming Xizong around him with a panic. Seeing their stunned performance, he felt proud: "Very good, they were all shocked by my acting skills!"
However, elite disciples such as Chai Fei and Blue Ball quickly woke up at the scene in front of them and immediately shouted: "Be careful of fraud!"
Wang Yimiao, who was still secretly happy, was shocked when she heard this: "How could my acting skills be seen through? Could it be that anyone among them can cheat?"
But the surprise flashed in his heart. Since he couldn't deceive, he had no time to delay. The next moment, he flew out quickly like an arrow that took off his bow, with sharp eyes, stretched out his hand into claws, and the yin energy gathered between his fingers, like a ghost claw rolling in hell, with black smoke rising from hell, and the claw heart was facing Chai Fei.
At this moment, Chai Fei felt a terrible sense of life and death crisis, as if the time and space around him had solidified, leaving him with nowhere to escape, and was worried and forgot to fight back.
Everyone present was also frightened by Wang Yimiao's sudden attack. They hurriedly showed their swords and reached out to pinch their hands, preparing to put Wang Yimiao to death.
Then there was a yell.
Wang Yimiao stepped on a fruit peel, her soles slipped, her cloth shoes flew out, and she fell again to bite the mud.
All the disciples of the Ming Xizong present were stunned. The swords held in the air and the skills that were halfway through pinching were frozen at this moment, and they were already stunned at this moment.
They couldn't help but wonder, was this disciple who closed the door a funny guy sent by Monkey?
Chai Fei was sweating coldly, but he felt inexplicably worried about his anxiety just now, stared at Wang Yimiao with suspicious eyes, and his body involuntarily took two steps back.
Wang Yimiao climbed up from the ground depressedly, and a pair of resentful eyes glanced around and said angrily: "Who threw the peel around? Have you never heard of a famous person on the Qingqing Grassland saying that spiritual fruits are treasures, and even fruit peels have nutritional value. If you throw them away, it will pollute the environment. What if it hits the children? Even if they can't hit the children, it's wrong to hit the flowers and plants!"
When he roared, he felt that the old waist that had been tortured by Ji Ying had been caused by the fall just now, and he couldn't help but use his hands to support his back waist, with a discomfortable expression on his face.
Seeing that Wang Yimiao, the big tree, had already appeared, Bai Dachun thought that the most urgent task was to hug Wang Yimiao's thighs. So under the inaction of Zhao Da and Qian Er, he hurried to Wang Yimiao and asked with concern: "Brother, do you always feel sore in your waist and legs and feel insane after overwork, and it seems that your body is hollowed out?"
Wang Yimiao immediately stared at Bai Dachun and angrily said: "Shut up!"
Bai Dachun looked "I understand" and said, "Brother, I know this is hard to describe, but you have to replenish the kidneys with overdrawns. I have warmed the yang and nourished the kidneys, strengthened the foundation, and made of 22 Chinese medicines... "
"Kinder Treasure Tablet?" Wang Yimiao asked in surprise.
"No, I'm just a half-step ecstasy with a smile."
"Die!"
Chapter completed!