Night Owl, as an unknown elf in folklore, soars into the sky to escape from this extraordinary place.
"Whoosh!"
There was a very slight sound of breaking through the air, and the iron ball bounced out from Ximen Lang's left hand, hitting the night owl's head exactly, causing it to fall down with a whine.
Ximenlang held a heavy wooden token in his right hand and felt a chill. It was soaked with the chill of the ghost's body. The ghost was dead, so of course he would not let go of the last token. Now there are nine tokens.
Collecting them all, he secretly wondered what secrets were hidden inside.
Seeing the night owl falling from the sky, Ximen Lang rushed over and caught the night owl with one hand. After falling, he dropped the night owl on the ground, put the token into the leopard skin bag, and put the original human skin
Put the mask on your face, then tear the night owl in half and let its blood drip on the mask, smearing all over your face, making it look horrible.
Not long after, Ximen Lang flew out of the woods with blood on his face and returned to the shore. Zhuque and Yang Ji were waiting there. They were shocked when they saw that he had returned to his ugly appearance and was so scary.
, hurriedly asked: "Master Ximen, what are you..."
"Why are you hurt?"
Ximenlang said: "How about it, do I look like a seriously injured dead body?"
Zhuque thought of something and hurriedly said: "Master Ximen, are you going to act?"
"That's right, I'm going to stage a cruel trick. From now on, I will be a corpse that was beaten to death by the two of you. You can carry me back to the headquarters to claim credit. Remember, you must carry me in front of Xue Wensheng.
Throw it on the ground and I will make him look good."
Yang Ji nodded with a smile and said: "What a good plan, Hall Master Ximen, I think you are more cunning than a fox, I really admire you!"
Suzaku also smiled and praised, "Although he may not look big, he has a lot of ambitions. He can come up with an evil idea in the blink of an eye, which is probably enough to give Xu Wen a headache."
Ximenlang had the spirit of a professional actor. He tilted his head and said, "I'm dead!" When he tilted his head, his body stiffened and he fell to the ground with a thud. His body was already stained with the blood of many Donghuamen members, and now his face
It was also smeared with blood, and it was no different from a dead body, so it must not move.
Yang Ji inserted the giant sword into Beihu's scabbard, bent down, grabbed Ximen Lang and carried it on his left shoulder. He turned around and said, "Let's go."
Suzaku agreed, and the two of them used Qinggong and returned to the temporary helmsman of Donghua Gate.
More than thirty miles is a long distance, and they say that it is not easy to travel, but it is true. When he reached half the distance, Yang Ji was already sweating on his forehead and began to breathe heavily. After all, he was carrying a heavy load on his body.
It was Ximen Lang, who was over 1.8 meters tall and strong, and he ran fifteen miles in one breath. It was really hard for him.
Seeing this, Zhuque hurriedly said: "Are you tired? Let me carry it for a while?"
Yang Ji was eager for her to say this, so he threw Ximen Lang, who was disguised as a corpse on his shoulder, and said, "Thank you very much. Just help me carry it for a while. He is too heavy!"
Ximen Lang, who was in mid-air, cursed in his heart, after carrying me for so long, you think I'm too heavy. Damn it, let me decide which one to carry. If it's Feng Meitong, that mean girl, I guess you'll be willing to carry it to the end of the world.
You won't feel tired at all.
Zhuque said angrily: "You are so rude, I threw it here." She stretched out her arms to catch Ximen Lang and held him in her arms.
Immediately, Ximen Lang was surrounded by warmth and softness, surrounded by the faint scent of women, which made him sigh in his heart. It was more comfortable to lie in the arms of a woman, especially the arms of a beautiful woman.
Suzaku had excellent Qinggong, a few points better than Yang Ji. She held Ximen Lang's body and moved forward quickly, with the wind whistling in her ears. The journey was lonely, and she did not forget to tease the new boss, "Master Ximen, how about you lie in my arms?"
Is it comfortable in there?"
Ximen Lang remained silent, as if he was a professional actor who was performing his duties as a corpse.
Seeing how meticulous he was in doing things, Suzaku didn't dare to tease him any more and moved forward quickly. After running for ten miles, he threw the heavy burden in his arms to Yang Ji and said, "It's your turn..."
Yang Ji caught Ximen Lang and continued to move forward. After a while, he returned to the main helm of Donghua Gate. He strode into the courtyard with the body on his shoulders, followed by Suzaku. After a long journey, and the deep feeling of
Under the heavy burden, sweat broke out on both of their heads, their hair hung on their foreheads, and they looked exhausted.
Many Donghua Sect members in the courtyard saw the return of the two senior leaders, and Yang Ji was carrying a dead body on his shoulders. Some people shouted excitedly: "Hufa Zhu and Yang Tianwang are back, and they caught that ugly monster..."
"Good news, the Ghost Sect disciple has been caught..."
There was a commotion in the main helm courtyard, and many members conveyed the good news. Soon, someone reported it to Xue Wensheng. He shouted excitedly, "Okay!" surrounded by a group of subordinates and walked forward to greet him.
Zhuque and Yang Ji were cheered by the crowd like triumphant heroes. When they got closer, Yang Ji casually dropped the Ximen Lang on his shoulders on the hard concrete ground. It made a thumping sound, as if he had dropped it.
It's not a person, it's just a heavy boulder.
"Back to the main sect master, Protector Zhu and I chased the murderer to the vicinity of Liexuan Lake. After a bloody battle, we killed him and brought his body back." Yang Ji said with a satisfied look.
Everyone looked at the two of them and saw that their faces were covered with sweat. They thought to themselves that it seemed that they had spent a lot of effort to kill the Ghost Sect disciple. It was really not easy!
Xue Wensheng was overjoyed. He had been annoyed by too many troubles recently. Now he finally got such good news, which made him laugh and said: "Well done, not bad, I will definitely reward you generously."
Standing on the left is Boye, whose right arm is injured, and standing on the right is Xuewei, the training girl.
Boye was kicked over by Ximen Lang. Not long after he woke up, he saw that the ugly monster's body and side face were covered with blood. He cursed fiercely in his heart: Damn it, you bastard, how dare you
You hurt me, I didn’t expect to end up like this, I deserve it!
Xue Wensheng looked at the corpse on the ground and said: "Whatever ghost sect you are, if you dare to offend my Donghua Sect, I will let you die without a burial place. Now, let me see your bear appearance..."
He bent down to turn the body over.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, the dead body suddenly jumped up from the ground. It was extremely terrifying. The sword finger pointed out fiercely, sealing Xue Wensheng's numb hole, causing him to lose control and become unable to move.
At the same time, Suzaku's giant scissors opened and passed silently to King Boye's neck, and suddenly closed them...