Chapter 57: He was mad at hacking, totally disregarding the life and death of the hostages
Just as Song Zhexia was thinking this, a beam of extremely strong golden light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, and after slowly adapting to the extremely strong light, she gradually saw the man's appearance clearly.
The girl's silky black hair was tied up high behind her head, with a few strands of black hair hanging down in front of her forehead, half covering her delicate eyebrows.
She was wearing a light blue narrow-waisted gown with a few butterfly patterns embroidered on the hem, and a stack of tiny silver needles was clenched in her white and tender fingertips.
The moment he hooked his lips, several silver needles quickly passed through the crowd and silently pierced into the back of the necks of several men in black.
In just three seconds, those people vomited black blood and fell to the ground twitching.
The girl seemed to have sensed Song Zhexia's presence. Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she raised her chin and looked at her with half-squinted eyes.
Seeing this, Song Zhexia sighed in a low voice.
Oh my god.
This cool and unconventional temperament must be the heroine Yao Chunyan!
At this moment, Yao Chunyan's attention was all focused on the glowing hair, and she didn't notice the man in black approaching with a knife from behind.
The wind whistled in her ears, accompanied by the cries of the crowd, and she suddenly felt a chill on her back.
The moment she turned around, an extremely beautiful girl suddenly appeared in her sight.
Yao Chunyan couldn't help but widen her eyes.
The surrounding firelight and noise seemed to have stopped, leaving only the intense night color that melted into a warm lake in the girl's eyes.
Song Zhexia stabbed the man in black in the chest with a sword. When he fell to the ground, she bent down to pick up her invisible hairpin and said disdainfully: "Do you know that you can't dirty beautiful women's things?"
She drew her sword and noticed the look Yao Chunyan was giving her. She was stunned for a few seconds and smiled at her gently, "Girl, you are not scared, are you?"
Yao Chunyan looked at her blankly and shook her head slightly.
Oh my god.
There is such a beautiful and cool woman in this world!
Seeing that she was fine, Song Zhexia cut the ropes on everyone with a sword, put on the invisible hairpin again, and said to her: "It's very dangerous here, please take everyone away first, I have something important to do, so I'll leave first."
As he said this, he ran away with a green ghost fire on his head.
Yao Chunyan's eyes were full of her, and she was completely attracted by her.
This woman is really special.
Even the hair and buttocks can emit green light!
At this time, a man in black took the opportunity to rush over and tried to launch a sneak attack, but was kicked away by Yao Chunyan, who yelled, "Get out of the way! Don't block me from looking at the beauty!"
On the south side of the Buddhist hall, when Song Zhexia arrived with a sword in hand, there were already corpses lying all over the ground in the courtyard. The strong smell of blood irritated her nose, causing her eyes to turn red uncontrollably.
【The key location has been reached. 】
The turtle lying on her shoulder reminded her: [Mission: Protect the hero from being killed by the devil.]
Song Zhexia:?
She thought for a moment, and then said, "If I had killed the hero first, he wouldn't have been killed by the devil, right?"
Anyway, you can still revive by watching ads, so what's there to be afraid of?
Turtle:?
Turtle: ???
Can't you have some normal thoughts in your mind?
You are here to complete the mission, not to compete with the male protagonist to see who is crazier!
Hearing Guigui's urging, Song Zhexia responded perfunctorily and began to walk slowly along the corner. The dog's sneaky look was just like a sunny girl.
Not long after they walked away, the door of the house suddenly opened and two familiar figures flew out.
Feeling a strong evil spirit, Song Zhexia quickly stopped and looked towards the door.
When the clouds above head dissipated, an old monk in a cassock stepped out of the house.
He held a string of blood-stained Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and the devil patterns at the corners of his eyes were extremely ferocious, like a scorpion hiding a deadly poison.
Song Zhexia hid behind a tree, squinting at the old monk with a frown on his face.
This robe doesn't fit him well. He must have killed the original monks here and occupied the temple.
The pale moonlight cast a shadow, making the old monk's ferocious face even more terrifying. "Damn it."
He cursed: "I didn't even send out a signal tonight, who on earth acted without authorization?"
In the yard, Ye Ye perfectly demonstrated what it meant to lie down where you fall, and he simply closed his eyes and fainted.
Beside him, Su Xunshan's face was covered in blood. He clenched the sword in his hand and begged for mercy spinelessly, "Brother, I just passed by here accidentally. I have always admired you demons, really!"
"Oh?"
The old monk raised a sarcastic smile and said, "You cultivators only have this much backbone."
"I have killed so many people, including many of your fellow disciples. How dare you say you admire me?"
Su Xunshan gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "In fact, I have long disliked my fellow disciples. It doesn't matter if a few more die."
Hearing this, the old monk burst into laughter, "Okay, okay!"
"These are the decent people of today. It's really great!"
He snorted softly and said disdainfully, "If everyone were like you and broke their spine to be a coward, then we demons would be disappointed even to look at you."
The old monk looked at him coldly, and swung his knife to chop at him and Ye Ye, "You useless bastards don't deserve to live in this world."
The breath of death was overwhelming, and Su Xunshan closed his eyes in horror.
The next second, the pain he anticipated did not come. Instead, the old monk made an angry sound, "Who?"
When Su Xunshan opened his eyes, he discovered that there was a long and thin wound on the old monk's arm, and black blood was oozing out.
There was no response in the air, only two cool, shining green lights drifting in the wind.
The old monk swept his sharp eyes coldly, picked up the scimitar in his hand and chopped straight at him!
A crisp crackling sound erupted in the air, and a white mist gradually rose around as the air flow rose.
The old monk pinched the back of Su Xunshan's neck with one hand and looked around vigilantly, always on guard against sneak attacks from the people in the fog. The magic patterns in the corners of his eyes burst out with deep purple light, and even his pupils were immersed in a bottomless dark color, and murderous aura surged.
The next second, his temple jumped violently and he swung his knife towards the back.
The moment he opened his eyes, the old monk realized that the thing that just flashed by in the air was just a turtle.
His pupils trembled slightly, and by the time he wanted to defend himself, it was too late.
"Thorn-"
His back was struck by several sword wounds that were deeper than the previous ones and were directly towards his heart.
The old monk was completely enraged, and tried hard to find the man's location, but there was nothing in the air except the sound of soft crying.
Hearing the woman crying, he felt even more irritated and depressed.
Who would cut someone while crying?!
At this moment, Song Zhexia raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
peat.
Her hair is so green that it hurts my eyes.
It's too dazzling!
Song Zhexia clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with tears, and her vision was foggy, she could only vaguely see two figures.
But she didn't care about that and just swung her sword.
At first, Su Xunshan was still feeling lucky that someone came to rescue him.
But soon, he found that something was wrong.
The man was so angry that he didn't care about the life or death of the hostage at all!
Feeling his buttocks being stabbed for no reason, he couldn't help but scream, "Fuck, can you please consider the hostages' feelings? I can't take it anymore!"
Song Zhexia: "I don't believe it."
Su Qushan: "..."