(BL)(MTL)Two Long Aotian's Shura Field (Wearing Books)

51-60

    Amidst the continuous splashing and tumbling of gravel and dust, a figure carved into his marrow stepped out of the air.

    "Master!" He exclaimed in surprise, wanting to throw himself into the man's arms as usual, but found that he had no strength at all, so he barely took two steps on his knees, and his whole body was in piercing pain.

    His pipa bone was penetrated by the iron chain, and the movement was painful.

    After realizing this, Pei Ming lowered his head dejectedly and smiled sadly in his heart.

    Pei Ming, you are so ugly.

    However, when Yue Xiuzhi saw that his apprentice was injured all over his body, his face was as pale as paper, and his face turned blue when his breath was weak. Then he noticed that the apprentice was not only bound by chains on his hands and feet, but even had an iron chain running through the apprentice's pipa bone, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.

    He hurriedly stepped forward, cut off the chains, hugged his apprentice, and whispered to him, "Amin, bear with me."

    After speaking, he used his spiritual power to protect Pei Ming's heart and grabbed hold of it. The iron chain, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the chain in an instant.

    There was still some flesh and blood attached to the chain that was pulled out, and the more he repaired, the more he could clearly feel the person in his arms suddenly tensed up.

    After the chain was pulled out, the wound began to bleed heavily. Yue Xiuzhi frantically took out the healing medicine from the mustard bag and fed it to Pei Ming, and then used his spiritual power to help heal the wound.

    He patted Pei Ming's back lightly, his eyes full of distress.

    Distressed to cry.

    Unexpectedly, the person in his arms suddenly struggled.

    "What's wrong?" Yue Xiuzhi asked in a warm voice.

    The person in his arms didn't say a word, and after a while, he said, "...I'm all sour."

    "..."

    When is it that I'm still so stinky!

    The more he cultivated, the more angry and funny he was, but the more he felt distressed.

    He picked up Pei Ming and whispered to him, "Stop talking nonsense, now if you don't pay attention, you and I will explain it here."

    As he said that, he carried Pei Ming and flew out of the dungeon. , At this time, all the messy messengers rushed over.

    Yue Xiuzhi shouted to them: "Let us go out, otherwise, even if the deity dies, I will pull up your saint's back!"

    He said, and his eyes looked at a building of a saint.

    This is the building with the most mourning sounds when he used the sound killing method to attack Saint Xing just now. It means that there are also the most disciples of the Saint Xing here.

    "Guess, apart from you, what else is there for your saint to kill with one sword?"

    He is now dealing with this group of people, and it is enough to be able to retreat, and he has to bring Pei Xiaoming. Not to mention that the target has become larger and his movements are limited, he has to worry about whether Pei Xiaoming will be accidentally injured.

    After all, now that Pei Xiaoming is seriously injured and dying, any aftermath may make him completely cool.

    "The more you cultivate, the more you try to break into the saint's line, with the intention of robbing the demons, there is absolutely no way I can let you succeed!"