There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 751 Bloody Peony (3)
Stumbling under his feet, Yang Churuo fell straight down, Feng Ling's face changed slightly, knowing that with his own strength, he could not catch up with Yang Churuo at all, so he simply rolled down.

After rolling down, both of them happened to roll beside the water source. Feng Ling didn't care about other things, took a handful of water, and sprinkled it on Yang Churuo's face first, so that her little face wouldn't turn red and hot, and then she went to bed again. He took a handful, put it in her mouth, and let her drink it.

Seeing that Yang Churuo was eager to drink water, Feng Ling gave her a few handfuls to drink.

Yang Churuo thought of a fish that was thrown on the bank and was about to die of thirst, and would gulp down water whenever it encountered water.

It's been more than a month... She hasn't drank water for more than a whole month.

Except for a little blood, I didn't drink a drop of water. It is a lie to say that I am not excited when I see this lake water this time.

Yang Churuo took a few sips in a row before he regained his breath, wishing he could be submerged in the water.

Looking up, Yang Churuo twitched for no reason when she saw that Feng Ling was thinking of her first, not himself.

He is obviously thirstier than her... Why did he let her drink water first?
"Ahem..." Yang Churuo coughed violently, wondering if he drank too quickly.

Feng Ling rarely patted her on the back to help her calm down.

"Who are you, dare to drink the water from the Holy Pool, don't you want to die?" Just when the two were immersed in great joy, a strange voice suddenly came.

Yang Churuo and Feng Ling felt uncomfortable for a while.

After walking in the desert for so long, not to mention not seeing a single person, not even a single movement, hearing human voices at this time is simply more beautiful than the sounds of nature, although the voices seem to come from bad people.

"Whoever they are, if they dare to drink holy water, they deserve to die, kill them, and cook them to eat."

Yang Churuo looked up, but saw three skinny and dark middle-aged men glaring at them angrily. Without saying a word, he swung the sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it directly at them.

The clothes the three of them were wearing were not made of good fabric, they seemed to be coarse linen clothes, with many patches on their bodies, and they were hanging Ding Ding Dang as various gourds, and as they moved, the gourds shook and made sounds one after another. ringing.

When Yang Churuo saw those gourds, his first reaction was that they wanted to use those gourds to hold water.

The hammer came over and was kicked away by Feng Ling without any accident. Facing the joint attack of the three, Feng Ling's eyes were extremely cold, and he raised his foot and kicked over, almost kicking one of the skinny people away.

Yang Churuo struggled to get up, and he couldn't believe the foot that was missed just now.

With Feng Ling's skill, that skinny man would surely die with that kick, why did he miss it?And his martial arts, when did he regress so badly that he couldn't even stand on his feet?

Is it because he was seriously injured, had no food, didn't drink a sip of water, and was exhausted?

The martial arts of the three of them are not very high, the subtlety lies in the tacit understanding between the three of them in offense and defense, and the few hammers danced vividly, each hammer pointed directly at Feng Ling's vitals.

Feng Ling seemed a little powerless, his face was terribly pale, and he didn't have much strength to attack, but he just defended, and he was still struggling to defend, and was hit a few times.

Yang Churuo was faintly worried about Feng Ling at first.After thinking about his past, Yang Churuo hoped that Feng Ling would fall here again.

If he doesn't die, there will be a lot of troubles in the future. Now that he has lost too much blood and is exhausted, this is a great opportunity.If I miss this time, I don't know if I will have another chance in the future.

(End of this chapter)