"Thank you, Your Majesty the City Lord!" Xiaoxue wiped her tears and thanked.
After a while, the soldiers gathered all the materials and quickly made a simple stretcher, then carried Yang Kun and walked towards Wolong City.
After returning to Wolong City, Yang Kun had been in a coma and was arranged by the city lord to receive treatment in the Weiyang Palace in the central palace of Wolong City.
From the moment Yang Kun was carried on a stretcher to the time he received treatment at Weiyang Palace, he stayed with her every step of the way.
Now Yang Kun's whole body was smeared with a layer of healing ointment and some healing medicine, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze. He looked like a mummy, lying upright on an exquisite large bed.
Xiaoxue crawled beside the bed and fell asleep. Yang Kun gradually woke up. He opened his eyes slightly, and the first thing he saw was a woman in white.
"Xiaoxue?" Yang Kun moved, and then he realized that his whole body was in severe pain, his skin was broken, and his body was completely shattered. The pain almost made him faint again.
He was stunned, looked around, and found that he was in a bedroom with extremely luxurious and beautiful decorations. When he looked at himself again, he realized that his whole body was wrapped tightly in a layer of white cloth.
"What happened? Where am I?" Yang Kun wanted to sit up, but found that there was no strength left in his body.
Yang Kun closed his eyes slightly and began to recall what happened. Suddenly, the scenes that happened last night flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern, from when he lured away the Nether Messenger to when Chi Yanhu was killed by the Nether Messenger.
Next, he was very angry. Gradually, he lost consciousness, and then there were the remaining images after becoming crazy, until he heard Xiaoxue's Requiem and finally fainted.
Yang Kun's eyes suddenly turned red and he choked with sobs: "Xiaohu, Xiaohu is dead!"
After a while, Yang Kun recovered from his grief. He looked at Xiaoxue lying on the bed and thought: "I have gone extremely crazy. If it weren't for Xiaoxue, I would have been wiped out. I, I was almost accidentally injured."
Got her..."
Perhaps sensing Yang Kun's movement, Xiaoxue raised her head slightly, met Yang Kun's eyes, and immediately said happily: "You, you finally woke up!"
Yang Kun blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and replied in an extremely small voice: "Xiao, Xiaoxue, thank you!"
Deep in the Star Forest, General Feng Xing is leading an army to search for the whereabouts of the Nether Messenger...
Suddenly a soldier called out: "Two generals, come quickly and take a look!"
After hearing this, the two generals Feng Xing hurriedly ran over and took a look. It turned out to be a pool of black blood, and the direction of the blood was along the east side.
General Feng knelt down, stretched out his fingers and dipped a little blood, then smelled it and said: "This is the blood of the Nether Messenger. Seeing that he was seriously injured, everyone quietly chased after him along the blood. Don't do it."
Let him run away!"
After saying that, he took off the big knife from his back with a clang, then crouched and led everyone to follow him quietly.
After walking for almost half a mile, they reached the edge of a cliff.
General Feng frowned and said, "The blood stains disappeared here."
Another general on the side also nodded, then looked at the cliff in front of him and said, "Did he jump off the cliff?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as General Xing finished speaking, they heard a scream coming from behind. They turned around and saw a whip several feet long extending out of thin air from the dark bushes. The whip looked very strange and exuded a strange smell.
A trace of black air, the tip of the whip is entangled
The whip hit a soldier's neck, and there was only a click sound. The soldier's eyes widened, and a stream of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Gradually, the soldier's soul was about to float away, and the whip loosened the neck of the soldier's body, and then suddenly burst out.
It rose up and entangled itself in the soldier's soul.
The soldier's soul suddenly panicked and tried to escape, but was caught again by the whip. With a pop, the soldier's soul suddenly collapsed and turned into a ball of black smoke, which was sucked clean by the whip.
At this time, a terrifying voice sounded in the dark bush, "Quack, the taste of the living soul is so comfortable, I haven't tasted it for a long time!"
Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow flashed by, revealing an old man in black clothes holding a whip in his hand.
The cloak of the old man in black was tightly sealed, and the two-headed snake behind him was dormant in the cloak. Although his face could not be seen clearly, the people present recognized him at a glance and exclaimed: "It's the Messenger of the Netherworld."
, He is the Messenger of the Netherworld!"
In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, the two generals Feng Xing did not panic. General Feng raised his sword horizontally and shouted: "Don't panic, everyone. This guy has suffered extremely serious internal injuries. Don't be intimidated by his appearance. Listen up.
Whoever can kill the Nether Messenger with his own hands will be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins.
"Ten thousand gold coins!" All the soldiers couldn't help but gasped. When they thought of the shining ten thousand gold coins, their eyes suddenly shone. There was no trace of fear. Now the Nether Messenger was in their eyes.
, has long since turned into a pile of brilliant gold coins.
Haha~! Gaga~!
The Nether Messenger laughed, then took back the green-haired ghost whip in his hand, prepared for the next attack, and said: "Yes, I am indeed seriously injured, but I need to use your souls to repair mine now.
Body, restore my strength. Let’s all die!”
As the Nether Messenger's words fell, the green-haired ghost whip in the Nether Messenger's hand suddenly glowed with black light. With one wave, more than a dozen soldiers were cut off at the waist. At the same time, their souls had not yet come.
After escaping from the body, he was directly swallowed by the green-haired ghost whip.
Hahahahaha~!
Every time the Nether Messenger kills a person, the black-haired ghost whip in his hand becomes more terrifying. Many people have not had time to scream, and the Nether Messenger's black-haired ghost whip suddenly adds a few more innocent souls.
The corpses were flying with broken arms, and the blood dyed the soil and rocks on the cliff a dark red. The corpses were piled up into a hill, and only two generals, Feng Xing, were left on the cliff.
The Nether Messenger slowly pushed towards the two generals Feng Xing. The two generals were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly. Gradually, they had retreated to the edge of the cliff.
General Feng looked sideways at the cliff behind him and saw that it was an abyss with no bottom. If he fell, he would definitely die.
"Gagahaha~!" The extremely unpleasant voice of the Netherworld Walker made the scalps of the two generals numb. He looked at the marching general next to General Feng and said: "Netherworld Walker, okay, the play is over, you should also let go.
Your brother for many years now knows your true identity."
After hearing the Nether Messenger's words, General Feng was stunned, apparently not understanding what the Nether Messenger's words meant.
At this time, the marching general, who originally looked very scared, suddenly laughed and said: "Sir Messenger, you are right!"
After listening to General Marching's words, General Feng turned to look at this long-time brother. He didn't know why, but at this moment, he found that General Marching suddenly became so strange to him that he almost didn't recognize him.