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1290. Disfigurement

Immediately afterwards, two more flying knives went straight into the chests of the two Fucha minions on the opposite side. It was Nan Haiyue. Her three souls and seven souls had returned to their places. Although she had no gun in her hand, her first reaction after waking up was

They were dodging bullets while sharing the pressure for me. The dozen or so people were killed by this couple in the blink of an eye, and not much was left.

"Thank you, help me withstand it."

Although I ran hard, I was seriously injured by the Holy Spring Immortal Lord just now. My legs were weak. I couldn't run a few steps before falling to the ground and my speed was greatly reduced. Meihui and Mouse were not as good as Nalanhong and the others behind them, and they were not as good as those behind them.

Tai knows how to use a gun, but relies on the cover of a stone gate to deal with the opponent. There are a lot of enemies coming this time. It seems that the Fucha family and the Tongjia family have spent all their money to kill us. They

He had the intention to turn around and look for me, but now he couldn't be distracted at all. Suddenly, bullets were flying in the cave, avalanches were falling, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, the pressure behind me was greatly reduced by Nalanhong and Haiyue. I stumbled and crawled to Wang Laodao's body. I grabbed his heels and pulled him back, causing his body to fall.

On the ground, his face rubbed against the ground and was covered in ashes.

"Little bastard! Can't you be nice? Do you want to disfigure me? Oh, my ancestor, I beg you, don't pull me, just hold me over!" Wang Laodao shouted at me anxiously,

I just regret that my soul is weak now.

"You need to pull him down quickly. I'm trying my best to save your body, so what's the useless thing? Stop calming down and return your souls to their places." I pulled his body over with great effort.

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At this time, his body was rubbing against the ground with his head down. Not only was his face covered in ash, but his favorite flowing beard was also rubbed off a lot. His face was bruised and purple, and one cheek was covered in ash.

It was bleeding. Wang Laodao's nose was so angry that his nose was crooked, the corners of his mouth were twitching a little, and his body was shaking involuntarily.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"Damn it, if you go back or not, we can't stand it anymore!" I didn't have time to argue with him here, so I stepped forward and kicked his body, causing it to roll a few times.

Tilted to the side.

"Back! Back! Back! My little ancestor! Why did Pindao fall into your hands in this life? Come on, do as I say. First, put Pindao's body straight and do the Qi Luck Dantian gesture with both hands."

I played with his body like a puppet.

"Where is the Dantian? Where is the Dantian? Your head needs money to heal. Did it get caught in a door when you were a child? The three inches under your arm are your Dantian, not your feet!" He yelled angrily.

"Oh...then what?"

"Use clean water to wash away the dirt from my seven orifices, and then make a small opening in my forehead to let a few drops of pure Yang blood flow out." He continued to give orders.



"Your mother...little bastard...you...be gentle...I'm going to be scratched by you..."

After I finished all this, Wang Laodao's soul sat cross-legged and face to face with his physical body. I saw the colorful light transformed by his soul go back through the seven orifices of his body little by little. Nalanhong and Haiyue.

The speed of the two sides was very fast, and the two of them cooperated very well. They caught each other off guard in an instant, and the dozen or so people sandwiched between us had been eliminated. The two of them did not dare to rest, and hurriedly ran to support Mouse and the others.
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