Don’t look at this one yet. It hasn’t been corrected yet. It will be corrected tomorrow.
Mr. Hua suffered setbacks one after another and did not dare to act rashly for a while. However, after all, he had extensive experience in the world and his eyesight was very good. He soon sensed some clues. He pretended to be in control and tried in a nonchalant tone.
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"A hand? Do you like it? I'll give it to you. But, how many more times can you attack like this? No, no, no, how about we make a bet. I bet you can't last ten seconds."
As Mr. Hua spoke, his figure gradually disappeared, turning from solid to imaginary and blending into the gray mist behind him. Instead of attacking, he knew that as long as he stayed on the defensive at this time, it wouldn't take much time to prove his conjecture.
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The humanoid phantom on Lu Weishuang screamed loudly. Before Mr. Hua could completely disappear, he rushed into the gray fog like lightning and blasted out with a backhand palm. The blazing air flow dispersed the gray fog in front of him in that direction.
The stream evaporated instantly and became dry. Even the river bed underneath and the ground beside the river were blasted away, leaving only a large piece of scorched earth.
This blow was earth-shattering, but Hanabi frowned. She murmured: "Oops, I can't concentrate my strength, A-Shuang, A-Shuang is starting to lose control."
Sure enough, the gray mist squirmed and quickly closed the gap as if it were alive. It was obvious that Mr. Hua was not decapitated under that palm, but was still alive and well.
The human phantom returned to Lu Weishuang who was lying on the ground, spinning around, looking for the direction of Mr. Hua, and preparing the next wave of attacks. Suddenly, the human phantom trembled, and a fist-sized red glow emanated from its body.
There were flames, and there were some golden runes looming in the flames.
Although the flames flashed away and the humanoid phantom quickly stabilized as if nothing had happened, Sun Suhe's heart still sank. Even a layman like him could see that something was wrong. He sighed inwardly, this Mr. Painter
You are really seasoned. At this time, using drag tactics is more powerful than any fierce offensive.
At this moment, Sun Suhe suddenly felt a warm warm wind blowing in his face. The wind was full of moist texture and a fresh smell unique to spring.
Hanabi's face, as dark as water, couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy, and she chanted in a hoarse voice: "The spring breeze is infinitely beautiful, and you are not free to pick apple blossoms."
In this dangerous and messy battlefield, the wind is coming.
Sun Suhe didn't take it seriously at first, but Hanabi's reaction made him realize that there was something unusual in the wind. The battlefield was full of strong winds, where could the gentle spring breeze come from? Even if it was a wisp of natural wind leaking in from the outside world,
, that shouldn’t be the case, this wind is very different from Xiao Sa’s in early autumn now.
Soon, the gray fog all over the sky faded and disappeared at an extremely obvious speed.
Hua Huo looked at the sky and smiled with relief: "Sure enough, Wang Yuyu has arrived."
Sun Suhe followed her line of sight and saw a plump old man coming in the wind from mid-air. He was wearing a black suit that looked like a rice dumpling, with a long red tie fluttering in the wind on his chest, and the remaining hair on his head.
A few strands of hair are also swaying gracefully in the wind. Although this image looks a bit funny, when he stands in the air, he naturally has a majestic and majestic look.
An idea flashed in Sun Suhe's mind. Could it be that he also used the poetic talent that Lu Weishuang said? This poem is so familiar. The spring breeze has unlimited Xiaoxiang meaning. The spring breeze has unlimited Xiaoxiang meaning... Sun Suhe recited it silently several times, and finally remembered it, it was
Okay, this is Liu Zongyuan's "Repay Cao Shiyu and See You in Xiang County". I remember that the whole poem should be:
A jade stream flows in front of the mountain, and poets are stationed in a Mulan boat in the distance. The spring breeze is full of Xiaoxiang flavor, and I am not free to pick apple blossoms.
When I was in school, I came across this little poem while searching for information in order to write a literature review. At that time, I really liked the vague and hazy beauty of the Shen Yun poets in the poem. I couldn't help but read it several times. I jotted it down casually. Later, because this poem had little to do with the literature review I was going to write, I didn’t take it to heart. I didn’t expect that there would be such a fate today.
The gray fog quickly dissipated, and Mr. Hua stood proudly on a large rock. Although his face was covered with blood, one hand was twisted and hanging weakly, and the other hand was broken at the elbow, but he Just standing like this casually, he still had a master's power that should not be underestimated.
He looked at the sky with a gloomy expression, and suddenly sneered: "Humph, I thought someone was so powerful that he "dominates me" in front of me. It turns out that he has a talent for poetry."
After he finished speaking, he stamped his foot and began to twist around strangely. Sun Suhe took a closer look and realized that it was just a paper figure. The real body of Mr. Painting had escaped at some point.
With a wave of his hand, Wang Yuyu crushed the paper figure into powder and praised: "What a good guy, so decisive. He left as soon as he said it. There was no sloppiness at all."
The humanoid phantom floating on Lu Weishuang's body struggled to use the magic formula, and slowly returned to its previous colorful appearance from translucent texture, and then quickly faded, returning to Lu Weishuang's body like all rivers returning to the sea.
"I'm late. I'm late." Wang Yuyu slowly flew down like a huge balloon and asked with concern: "How is it? Are everything okay? Our doctor is already on the way."
Hanabi's face turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because of weakness or shyness. She weakly tapped Sun Suhe's chest, "Suhe, thank you, cough, put me down, cough, okay?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, no, um, okay, okay." Sun Suhe stammered, gently placing Hanabi on the ground, and then holding her shoulders to help her sit up.
Lu Weishuang's body trembled, and her body that had fallen to the ground like a piece of wood regained its vitality. She struggled to sit up, but with her hands halfway up, she suddenly trembled, unable to support her whole body, and fell heavily to the ground.
Wang Yuyu's figure moved, as if colorful clouds were floating in the wind. His posture was really cool and good-looking, but because of his size, he looked more like a big balloon in the wind than a cloud. He looked really unsatisfactory. It was quite impressive. But although she looked clumsy, her speed seemed slow but was actually fast. Lu Weishuang was held up just as she fell down.
"Hey, stop moving, stop moving. The doctor is on the way and will be there soon. Hey, let me help you with emergency treatment first." Wang Yuyu helped Lu Weishuang sit down with one hand, and flicked his five fingers with the other hand, one after another. The warm wind gently blew over Lu Weishuang's body. "
Lu Weishuang smiled weakly: "I'm fine."
Wang Yuyu's eyebrows jumped, and he scolded with a straight face: "Are you okay? Wei Shuang, why are you acting so randomly? What kind of trick is this? Legilimency is not something you can use like this. Even your father won't play like this. Fire! You, you..."
Seeing that the long speech was about to hit her head and face, Lu Weishuang twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly and quickly begged for mercy like a baby: "Wang Yugong, Uncle Wang, Weishuang knows that I am wrong, please let me go for once. Don't tell me, sir. Dad."