第一百一十六章 瘼虫 (第3/3页)

ountshavebeenchoppeddowndeadtwoblack，atthemomentthathewascarryingknivesbendovertothekingwithtwoblacksideup.

    Smokedmyeyestears，couldnothelpbutwanttocough，thatguywiththatteammobbedtheinfantrytotwoblack，Isawhimfromthewaistpulledalikeaflute，triedtoputinmouthtoblow，justasmokechokinghedidn‘tblowintocoughing，Isubconsciouslyfeelthatsomethingrelatedtopoisoninthetwoblack.

    It‘sapitythatthereisnostrongwindbows，otherwisethisdistancethisguycanwin，Icrawledtowardshisside，IheardLiuGuanjiapainshoutavoice，don‘tknowheisalsoacrisisoverthere，myspeedisgettingcloserandclosertohim，theguycoughedandcoveringhernoseandmouth，morecan‘tseehim，behindhimareallthosepeoplewaitingforhisinstructions，earslistentoplop1behind，Iturnedtoseethetwoblackfelltotheground，thebodycoveredwithmanythosebugs.

    Ijumpandknifefirstcuttheman‘skneesofcattlehelmet，thenjumpedupshort，pointediswortharoundhisneck(can‘tkillhim，twoblackpoisonedlethimtakeouttheantidote，sayhekilledsomanymen，hismenmustputourchaossworddismemberedthe)

    Callthemtostop，Igrabbedhishelmetswordintohisneckpressure，reallywanttocuthisneckdirectly.

    Calledyoustop，takeoutyourantidotetomyteethsaid，andhedidn‘treplytheinfantrymovementallaroundtosavepeople，theyweretootightformybloodtotheheadinsideandpullitisrunningout，don‘tstopyouburiedtous.

    Stepbackwardbetterundertheinfantry，therobberswerestopattackingonhorsebacktotheside，IseeLiuGuanjiaahandwascutoff，theblooddriponhorseback，heshooktheone-handedswordbutinstrongsupport.

    Calledyoudismountputdowntheweapon，cattlehelmetmannotquietasdeath，it‘snotlikethefirsttimeIsawhemyhandmovetocutdeep.

    Doasshesays...

    Coloringthesoundofapieceofmetaltotheground，theseinfantryaroundwiththosewhoareimmediatelydroppedweapon，LiuGuanjiateammatesaroundtoholdhiminthepast.

    Hepointedtomyside，therearetwoplayersonhorsebacktoguardoneithersideofme，onewithweaponsatthesametimealsoisworthincattlehelmetafteraman‘sheart.

    Packupmybusydaggerbegantosearchhisbody，inhissidewhereyouputthebambooflutehasaleatherpurse，Ifirstofftherootfluteundertheirfeet，pawiththeirfeettramplebad，estimatesthatisnotwhatgoodthings，butthathewaschokingsmokealsodon‘tknowtowhatthings，whenthetimecomesyounoway.

    Sureenough，thereisabambootubeinthebag，Ipulledoutadaggerpoofintohisthigh(infrontoftheworldintothepathofmagic，itwillstillbeaffectedbysome，buttousecompassionsacrificefamilyandpeerenemydeadbroke.

    ByitslightIseeMowrittenonbambootubeworms.