Killer Wife

Chapter 61 Injured
Ever since, Ye Juanhuan's speed became slower and slower, but just kept a safe distance from being overtaken.

At this moment, the monsters blocking the way came out. Under the command of Boss Xiaocui, they dutifully showed the ferocity of the monsters.

Then, the person in the dark couldn't help it...

As long as he blocks Ye Juanhuan a little bit, the elders behind can rush over and take down Ye Juanhuan!
It's just that he was still a little hesitant. After all, he was also afraid of traps. It was only when he saw that Ye Juehuan was about to finish off the monster and the elders were about to come, he couldn't help it.

Just block it for a while.The timing couldn't have been better.

Ye Juanhuan was in a 'dangerous' fight with several tusked pigs that were not low in level, but he felt that there was an air flow behind him, and his body could be hidden, but it didn't prevent Ye Juanhuan from judging through the air. That guy really couldn't hold back.

All she wants is that he can't help it!
In the dark, the assassin quietly arrived behind Ye Juanhuan, and the dagger in the shape of a poisonous thorn in his hand was covered with a layer of green, but just as he handed out the dagger, before it was attached to Ye Juanhuan's back, the person in front of him disappeared. The long fangs pushed forward.

Oops!Got it!A sense of danger surged into his heart, and without hesitation, he activated the magic weapon of defense given to him by his master.

There was a piercing sound of "click", and the shield formed by the defensive magic weapon close to Xuanpin shattered in an instant, but saved the assassin's life.

His body turned into a puff of green smoke, and he left the battle circle in an instant, with the greatest life in the world.

"Let's go first! The pursuers are coming!" Lin Muyuan also wanted to kill the assassin, but luck didn't favor them, so it was better to run first.

"A rare opportunity!" Ye Juehuan's eyes were calm, and all the spiritual power stored in the acupuncture points on her legs was released in an instant, more than doubling her speed!

Lin Muyuan looked anxiously at the pursuers who had already entered his line of sight: "The future will be long! Even if you kill him, it will only waste a little tail, let's go first!"

Ye Juanhuan didn't speak any more, just moved quickly, chasing after the green smoke, the assassin also ran back wisely, as if he wanted to fight with the elders.

"Want to go? Did you ask me about my knife?" This time, it was a real knife.

Ye Juanhuan's palm seemed to be inserted into the void, holding something, and slowly pulled it out. She likes daggers, but she is good at using knives.

It was a scimitar, but the arc was not very large, like a waning moon, with a withered beauty.

The knife is very thin, especially the blade, which looks like a calm cold spring when you don't look closely, but it is long enough, close to one meter.

The hollowed-out blood grooves are hovering on the blade body, which is exquisite and gives people a feeling of fragile ornamental objects.

The blade was raised and slashed across a slanting arc, as if chopping melons and vegetables, easily dividing the assassin's upper body and lower body.

It's just that when Ye Juanhuan swung the knife, the attack of the pursuers also arrived. The metal thorn pierced through her shoulder, right chest, and thigh, bursting out puddles of blood, leaving blood holes one after another.

Ye Juehuan seemed to feel no pain, her body shook, and the metal thorns fell out one after another, leaving only gurgling blood.

Without staying any longer, Ye Juanhuan used the blood shed to cast the spell Blood Escape. This technique was learned from Bidao Laomo. At the cost of self-injury, the instantaneous speed can be close to teleportation. It was also Ye Juanhuan who insisted on keeping the confidence to kill the assassin.

"Damn it!" The Great Elder gritted his teeth in hatred, but had to stop and looked at the assassin's body: "Heisha, are you alright?"

Assassin Heisha's body has been cut in half, is he still okay?
The two parts of Heisha's body suddenly melted into a pool of black water, and soon the black water gathered again, slowly forming a man in black.

"It's okay, but that person's spiritual power has the effect of devouring, ruining my body, and reshaping it took a lot of my vitality, so I have to go back to the blood pool first." Heisha moved his hands and feet, and said: "The great elder , it is best to capture that person alive, she is of great help to me and to the master's cultivation."

"Go ahead, I'm here." The Great Elder nodded and said.

Heisha complied, turning into a puff of green smoke and disappearing before everyone's eyes. "Go! Keep chasing!" The Great Elder took out an ancient mirror, and the images in it were Ye Juanhuan and Lin Muyuan.

Burning vitality fled far away at once, and Ye Juanhuan's spiritual power was announced to be exhausted. She lay on the ground with her limbs spread out and gasped for breath, next to Lin Muyuan who could barely sit up.

"You rest for a while and recover your spiritual power." Lin Muyuan was still injured, but he still struggled to sit up: "I'll get some water."

Ye Juehuan flicked her sweaty bangs, watching Lin Muyuan stagger away, or... just leave him here, it would be a burden to carry.

After a roll, Ye Juehuan found out tragically that she really couldn't just walk away, she's so conscientious, it's a bad idea!

Ye Juanhuan covered her face and reflected, how did she evolve from a generation of Ye Di who did all kinds of evil to a red scarf?As usual, leaving behind such unpleasant burdens should be a matter of joy...

When Ye Juehuan hit No. 18 roll, Lin Muyuan came back holding water with a big leaf, the leaf was extraordinarily big, bigger than the leaves of plantains: "I didn't find the river, only a puddle, do you want to drink it?" Some water?"

Ye Juanhuan shook her head to show that she was not thirsty, so Lin Muyuan put down the leaves, knelt down beside Ye Juanhuan on one knee, and reached out to grab Ye Juanhuan's collar.

Ye Juanhuan immediately covered her chest vigilantly, and patted Lin Muyuan's hand away: "What are you doing? I warn you, I don't want to be gay!"

Lin Muyuan had black lines all over his face. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Goji, he could guess the general idea, and said helplessly, "I just want to clean your wound."

"Whether you want to kiss or not, I can do it myself." Ye Juanhuan continued to look at Lin Muyuan vigilantly, as if looking at a gay guy.

The corner of Lin Muyuan's mouth twitched, and he turned around. Ye Juanhuan took the leaf filled with water, turned his back to Lin Muyuan's unbuttoned shirt, and began to deal with the wound with difficulty.

The wound on the shoulder was the deepest, it was almost pierced through, and Lin Muyuan was almost strung together with candied haws, followed by the chest. If it wasn't for the sternum to block it, I'm afraid it would also be pierced with coldness and excitement.

Even so, the sternum on the right side was also broken, but luckily no internal organs were injured, Ye Juanhuan untied the straps of the chest with some awkwardness, first washed the wound with water, crushed the elixir, and applied it to stop the bleeding.

The aunt who must visit every month is not so cruel.

Because there were still some metal fragments, Ye Juehuan grinned in pain when cleaning up, and had to clean up the fragments bit by bit.

Lin Muyuan turned his back to Ye Juanhuan, and the night wind mixed with Ye Juanhuan's broken thoughts forcefully squeezed into Lin Muyuan's ears. He should be irritated, but he felt extremely peaceful.

(End of this chapter)