God Of Slaughter

Chapter 81—The Madness

In the silent night, the two carriages slowly drove out of Shelley City.

Shelley City is the nearest city to the Dead Marsh. In the center of Shelley City and the Dead Mist, there is only one forest with no trees, and there are walkways in the forest for business travellers and mercenary warriors.

On a carriage in front, Muping looked stunned, and there was a little whip waving at the moment, no hurry.

In the carriage compartment, from time to time, the low poems of Zuo Shi and Wu Yunlian came out. The two women seemed to be relaxed on the way, and they were laughing and laughing.

On the rear of a carriage, Han Feng and Fu Long were sitting in front of the car, occasionally speaking two sentences.

Most of the time, both of them watched vigilantly around, as if they had never relaxed.

In the carriage compartment, Shiyan is silent.

For ten days in a row, in addition to normal eating and drinking Lazar, Shiyan almost never left the carriage.

Every time he came out to eat, he also looked like a man, and frowned deeply, a look of irritability for something.

late at night.

The two carriages stopped by a small river in the forest. Zuo Shi and Wu Yunlian were two women. They drove down the carriage and went to the river to wash their faces.

After a short time, Zuo Shi and Wu Yunlian returned to the water with a clean face, only to find that the carriage of the Shijia was silent and silent.

"What the guy is doing?"

Wu Yunlian looked at the carriage of Shijia, and the charming face was full of doubts. "On this road, I didn't see him coming out. Besides every time he came out to eat and drink, he seems to have been They are all in the carriage, and every time they come out, they are all looking at each other. They seem to be thinking about something.... It’s a strange kid."

"It was a weirdo." Zuo Shi agreed to nod. "The guys who study the ancient monuments and the ancient texts are quirky and don't know what is in their minds."

Wu Yunlian smiled and smiled. "Small poem, don't you say that this person is really different. The young man who walked with you in the past, which one is not flies, is around you? I can't get away! This is good, it's all for a long time. It seems that I don't see you at all. It seems that even the carriage seems to be too lazy. It is rare."

"Don't ignore him, this person is really strange." Zuo Shiyi said to Wu Yunlian, she realized that it seems to be the case, Shiyan came along the road, really did not see her.

Although Zuo Shi is not a narcissistic person, he also knows that he looks very good. This can be seen from the attitude of other young men towards her.

And Shiyan, when it is too young and affectionate, according to the truth should not be exempt from customs, why is it so strange?

No matter what the woman, there will be some care in this regard, Zuo Shi is no exception. At the same time, she is somewhat indignant in her heart.

"Give me some water." Inside the Shijiama car, suddenly there was a soft shout from Shiyan.

With a sigh of relief, he looked at Han Feng and said: "Maniac, is there water?"

Han Feng shook his head and pointed to Wu Yunlian and Zuo Shi, who came slowly. "These days, they are both water."

With his head stretched out, he looked at Wu Yunlian with a smile and said: "Sister, come to the water, my young master is thirsty."

"Let him come down and take it." Zuo Shi snorted and whispered softly: "I am bored in the compartment every day, and I am not afraid of stinking. It is a weirdo."

The dryness smiled and plunged to the carriageway: "The young rock, Miss Miss left you to drink."

"Oh."

Shi Yan responded faintly, slowly pushing the curtain and walking out of the compartment.

He looks stunned and has deep confusion in his eyes. It seems that he still has a hard time finding a solution.

He did not think about it, slowly walked to the side of the left poem, directly grabbed a bag of water in the hands of Zuo Shi, and slammed it into the sky.

After drinking, Shi Yan handed the water bag to the left-faced poem with anger and anger. He turned and walked toward the Shijia carriage. He whispered in his mouth: "How does this water have a scent? It is strange... ”

"Stone!"

Zuo Shi’s face is red, and he is angry: “The water bag you took is mine! It’s not your stone family!”

Shi Yan was shocked by her screams. She immediately woke up from the state of Shen Yan’s life and death, and looked at her strangely. “What is the relationship?”

"This water bag, the little poetry has just been drunk, huh, huh, naturally there is a fragrance." Wu Yunlian smiled, but the world is not chaotic: "Is maybe you, the water you drink, there is a little poem mouth mouth."

"Lian Li!" Zuo Shi shy face flushed, squatting: "What are you talking nonsense!"

The dryness and the flatness of the face were all eccentric, and even the Korean wind quietly looked up and looked at it.

However, soon, the three men pretended not to know anything. They were busy with their own affairs. They did not seem to hear Wu Yunlian’s words, nor did they see the blush on the left poem.

Shi Yan immediately responded, but squinted and grinned: "Nothing, I don't care about this person, I don't think your mouth is not clean."

Then, Shiyan’s chic turn and directly into the carriage, no longer take the lead.

"Giggle! Giggle!"

Wu Yunlian's laughing flower branches trembled, the towering chest trembled, and she suddenly felt that Shiyan was not so boring. This little boy’s occasional words made people feel unbearable.

Left poetry stayed there, widened his eyes, and he angered at half-tone: "Shi Yan! You bastard!"

"Han Bo, you can go." Inside the train, there was a steady voice from Shiyan.

"Oh." Han Feng mouth pulled out a weird arc, urging the lungs next to him: "On the road."

The stone house's carriage slowly moved. For the first time, I crossed the carriage of the left house and slowly walked forward.

Zuo Shi stood alone, his face was blushing, looked at Wu Yunlian, and looked at the flat head with his head down and snoring, and rushed: "Laugh! What a funny thing! Not funny at all! You guys boring!"

Then, the left poem escaped into the carriage, spleen: "Ping Bo, hurry to drive! Give me a stone carriage, I want to make the **** look good!"

Wu Ping stayed, and looked pitifully to Wu Yunlian.

Wu Yunlian shook her head with a smile and went to the carriage. She comforted in the carriage: "Well, the little poet, the guy is not intentional. Don't see him."

"Too much! Actually said that I... said me..." Zuo Shi was annoyed, but he was embarrassed to say the following words.

......

Shi Yan did not put this episode in his heart.

In the carriage, he frowned, leaning against the car board, and the bizarre runes in the eyes flickered.

The words about the death and death of the ancient inscriptions, in his mind, are spinning fast.

During this period of time, Shiyan almost put all his energy into the comprehension of life and death.

Even when he was eating, he didn't rest his mind. He always understood the cultivation method of life and death, and he was crazy.

He is such a person.

Once he is really determined to do something, he will have nothing to worry about, put all his energy on the things to be done, go to the magic to complete, and not change because of external forces.

Years of extreme sports career, let him understand the truth - only the magical input, can truly achieve one thing!

Life and death! Life and death!

Now in his mind, there is only one thought here, that is, to understand the cultivation method of life and death at the fastest speed.

It is best to be able to master the tricks of life and death before entering the dead swamp.

Only then, in the dead swamp, he can have more power to protect himself, in order to have more opportunities to get something that is good for him.

Shi Yan closed his eyes and relaxed, slowly sorting out the insights of this time.

After a long time.

His heart moved, and the essence of the element slowly flowed, slowly rising from the lower abdomen, slowly pouring into the right arm.

The speed of the sperm flow in the body is not fast, but it is constantly gathering in the right arm and constantly condensing.

A glimpse of the fine elements gathered in a pair of arms, his right arm turned out to be crystal clear, even the bones and blood vessels are clearly visible, as if his flesh is transparent.

Shi Yan did not know the abnormality of his arm.

Closed his eyes, he tried to revive the fine elements that had been condensed in his arms in accordance with the cultivation methods he had learned during this period of time.

When his right arm slowly expanded, Shi Yan’s heart glimpsed, and the essence in his arm suddenly rushed to the palm of his hand!

"Hey!"

A glimpse of the fine element, as if it were lightning, embarrassed from the five fingers.

The five elements of the essence seem to have spirituality. They are flexible at the fingertips of his five fingers, but they have never flung from the fingertips and flew directly.

"Or not."

Shi Yan opened his eyes and looked at the sharp fingers of the five-finger fingertips. His face flashed a hint of helplessness. He frowned and said: "There is definitely a place where the scorpion is out. This is not a successful performance of the birthplace cultivation. Where is it? What?"

The murmur was getting lower and lower, and his right-handed five-finger fingertips slowly absorbed his fingertips.

Shi Yan has once again fallen into a contemplative situation. In the general, he continues to find the true meaning of life and death.