Chapter 1197 High-spirited vulgarity
Six Senses naturally understood this. She shook the talisman liquid in her hand with a smile, and then stuffed the pot of talisman liquid back into Jiujiu's clothes with her backhand, joking He smiled and said:
"The show has been put on me, ninety-nine, have you forgotten? You always forget such trivial things. Bring it, I will help you prepare it every time you go out. Is this the last pot of talisman liquid?
You can collect it yourself. I will leave the battle to you and replenish the war supplies. Leave it to me."
Liu Shi looked at her with a smile: "Don't we always have such a clear division of labor?"
Ninety-nine said nothing, just looked at her quietly.
Six Senses rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, a faint glint reflected in his dark eyes:
"What are you thinking about? I'm not like you, I don't care about anything as soon as I go to the battlefield. Don't care.
Don't look at you. You are smarter than me, but in such a cruel war, I know how to protect myself better than you."
Ninety-nine laughed coldly, not sure whether it was mocking or complaining. ：
"What would the owner think if she knew that the puppet Yinghuo she created likes to do such logistical things?"
The Six Senses alone is not weak in terms of combat power, but her attributes Look, after all, it is not a fighting puppet. In terms of cultivation, its combat effectiveness is indeed not as good as ninety-nine.
She gave a thumbs up and sighed helplessly: "Yes, yes, our ninety-nine talents are the most powerful dolls. They are also born from the same mother. The master is a bit biased after all. .
Most of the nutrients in Fu's writings are reserved for you. "Meng, you are strong, brave and reasonable, I accept your instruction."
The corners of Jiujiu's lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes. The moment of relaxed teasing on the battlefield diluted the feeling of despair and death. In the tense atmosphere, Jiujiu actually accepted her compliments and flattery for the rare time.
She was walking on the deserted street with Fang Geyu in her arms. She glanced sideways at Liu Shi who was following behind. She had a faint smile at the end of her eyes, with a slight arc. Her dark eyes were beautiful in the smoke. Like black jade.
"Being aware of one's own shortcomings is also a manifestation of the wisdom of the puppet Yinghuo."
Six Senses didn't know that this guy had such a stinking side.
The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, and the sunlight in the smoke and beacon fire is a little dull. The sun hangs far away in the sky that is not clear and clean. The not strong sunlight is mixed with a touch of gray. .
The sound of fighting in the city gradually became silent and dead, and occasionally there were the heavy footsteps of the monster army stepping through the ruins of the city.
The three thousand puppet army and the outer city talisman masters were all crushed by the millions of legions like exhausted eggs.
There is such a huge disparity in the number of combat forces. After one night, the sound of fighting on the battlefield that was in full swing became so dead and quiet.
Fang Qing, the third son of the Fang family, sat on a gorgeous chariot among the majestic army. He raised a finger, and then a midge fell steadily through the morning light and gunpowder smoke. On his fingertips.
Fang Qing had a prosthetic eye made of metal obsidian moving up, down, left and right in his eye socket. As if receiving some instruction, the midge spread out its carapace-like wings and flew into his eye. Among them, disappeared.
In front of the eyeball, a fan-shaped light screen quickly unfolded, and scenes of projection images like a revolving lantern appeared in the light.
The picture is moving as fast as acceleration.
In this short period of time, Fang Qing's half-puppet brain had already accepted all the scenes that happened on the battlefield last night.
He closed his eyes, and the light screen disappeared. A low, hoarse chuckle came from his throat. The corners of his lips were like animals, and the waning moon curved to the back of his ears. The description was weird, like hell. ghost.
Although his body is human, under the half-refined flesh body, the human heart is obviously gradually unable to bear the source of the witch plague, and his mind begins to gradually become abnormal. .
“哬嬬嬬嬬…is he actually the son of Xuefu? It seems that my two brothers don’t know that the little guy is also in the battlefield in the outer city.”
"Well..."
Fang Qing made a deep breath in his nasal voice, but his tone was casually cruel:
"So on the battlefield of my home field, go home. How can the road be so easy?”
The three sons of the Fang family all maintain this strong attachment to Xuefu.
Different from the love and protection that brothers Fang You and Fang Chi have for Xue Fu, Fang Qing's feelings for Xue Fu are different.
What is more, it is the obsession and yearning for her power and knowledge, so that after being out of reach for a long time, this yearning gradually evolved into a cruel and pathological desire for destruction.
He has an extreme obsession with destroying everything around Xuefu.
For example, this city.
For example, the puppets in this city.
For example, she created two Yinghuo with her own hands.
For example... the son of her most valued blood relative, the heir to the Shifang bloodline.
That little girl.
He couldn't wait to see Xue Fu see the wonderful scene of his young daughter being disemboweled by him and taking out her heart.
He really couldn't imagine what kind of moving expression that woman, who was naturally cold-hearted and aloof, would show at that moment.
Thinking of this, Fang Qing's heart, which was contaminated by Wu Yuan, couldn't help but shudder and tremble with severe pain due to excitement.
It's really hard to help but be...fascinated by it.
As a bystander outside the war, Bailian saw the despair and cruelty of the war and could predict how the three of them would go on this short trip back to the city. hardships.
The brief silence of the morning was quickly broken by the roar of monsters like waves.
In the dilapidated ruins, in the rolling smoke and beacon fires swept by strong winds, in the ruined city walls and buildings, in the cracks in the earth, in the towering buildings that have not yet been knocked down, the twisted figures of monsters are like Black-spotted locusts generally crawl in densely.
This is no longer just a simple army.
Even under the earth, the puppets who are good at using earth escape are like earth dragons coming out of their lair together.
If it weren’t for the powerful earth vein spiritual pillars forming a ten-direction back-earth formation under the four major cities, I am afraid that the trembling of the earth alone would be enough to cause all the four major cities to collapse into destruction.
In addition to the first time, there are also an army of puppets with deformed wings that are constantly entrenched in the sky like mutated metal bats, and sharp sound waves are constantly erupting from their mouths.
Between the movements of the deformed wings, tens of thousands of tiny needles shot into the outer city like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
The small needle is not very sharp, and it does not seem to have strong lethality.
Just like real falling rain, as soon as it touches the ground, it instantly turns into smoke. Looking from the height of the inner city, the smoke seems to be shrouded in a misty rain, and the mist is vague, but it is actually a murderous intention. , revealing an eerie silence.
Jiujiu, who was advancing on the battlefield, suddenly stopped suddenly and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, his expression cold. .
Liu Shi also covered his lips and gasped in pain. His face was almost snow-white, and he was sweating all over his body. The slender wrists protruding from the cuffs were shaking violently.
The puppet thread between the ninety-nine fingers transformed into a translucent umbrella, flew out, and floated above the head of the six consciousnesses. The umbrella surface shook away the thick fog that spread around her body.
She did not look back, but observed the surrounding environment of the battlefield with vigilant eyes, and said softly: "When did you become so helpless?" The six senses coughed twice, eroding the remaining burning heat in the chest. Coughing out breath.
She made two hoarse self-deprecating sounds and said: "If someone can solve the problem, why should I put in the extra effort myself."
Ninety-nine have never done anything with her. There were many verbal disputes, and the cold eyes quickly swept across every corner of the battlefield. He said in a serious voice: "Don't be careless. Keep the talisman liquid ready at all times. This place is only a hundred miles away from the main city of Tiange. In the main city, of the boundary formation Power.
Without breaking through the formation, he has a strong ability to annihilate the invading enemy forces. He mobilizes the army to gather here regardless of casualties, even withstanding the backlash. To activate Wu Yuan's power at such a high intensity must be because he knew the identity of the young master."
Neither Ninety-nine nor Six Senses were surprised that Fang Qing could know Fang Geyu's identity so quickly. .
On the battlefield, the shadow insect puppets searching for information are everywhere.
Fang Qing can be so reckless and use such a large formation to intercept and pursue two Yinghuo dolls. It is not worth his trouble.
Fang Geyu had just poked her head out of Jiujiu's chest, and was about to observe the environment, when Jiujiu pushed her back without any explanation, and a cold voice immediately sounded from above her head:
"Close your eyes and don't look blindly."
Fang Geyu felt that she had so many 'no's' and 'no's'. She buried her cheeks in her chest and sniffed the soft muscles. The fragrant fragrance emanates from the jade skin.
The clear fragrance is like cold snow or cold plums, but there is a vague warm fragrance like orchid.
This scent is so similar to her mother's scent.
It’s just... is A Niang so powerful?
Fang Geyu held his doubts and stretched out his two small white hands to scratch...
Hmm... her mother-in-law could not be so powerful.
Fang Geyu pursed his lips calmly.
It’s hard to tell. Her mother-in-law looks dull and boring on the outside, but she also has such a superficial and vulgar side.
Ninety-nine's cold voice sounded from above the head again: "If you move again, your claws will be broken."
Is this your attitude towards your little master?
Fang Geyu's brows twitched, but he did not dare to question the authenticity of her words, nor did he dare to influence the battle situation randomly, so he hugged Jiujiu tightly and stopped moving.
Unexpectedly, as soon as her two arms tightly hugged Jiujiu's body, she felt her lifting her whole body into the air, and her whole body could feel an unparalleled sense of weightlessness.
Her cheeks were buried deep in her chest, and she had no way of knowing what was happening in the outside world. She could only hear the loud sound of thick steel limbs being peeled off by raw silk.
And the monsters screamed and screamed excitedly and frantically.
The furnace cores were exploded and crackled under some powerful force, and one could even clearly hear the sizzling sound of the liquefied rain of witch plague splashing out from the furnace cores and corroding the skin of the sleeves. .
Across the jade-soft snow bullet's chest, Fang Geyu's ears could feel that the powerful furnace heart that only belonged to Yinghuo was beating with a terrifying and high-intensity trembling rhythm.
It made a sound like the rapid beating of a human heart.
The puppet is not human, and the heart of the furnace is made of hard crystal with a rare and special material. It cannot produce a beating sound similar to that of a flexible thing like the human heart.
If the heart of the doll makes a beating sound similar to that of a heart, it means that the limit is approaching and the heart may break at any time.
This moment of being broken but not broken, on the verge of destruction, is the most cruel punishment in the world for the puppets.
Fang Geyu unconsciously tightened her hands on Jiujiu's clothes and buried her cheek deeper. In a daze, she couldn't help but hold her breath.
Every breath seemed to become endless.
The hoarse screams of the Six Consciousnesses also sounded in my ears, and the puppet Yinghuo, who was not the main attacker, also joined this terrible battle.
Fang Geyu counted the time carefully, and the time passed in her mind breath by breath, but she had no way of knowing how long the time had passed.
Until the beating sound as heavy as a drum below the ear was suddenly mixed with an extremely subtle sound like ice cracking.
The feeling of weightlessness in the body suddenly stopped.
When Fang Geyu's back collar was lifted up, she saw Jiujiu's unusually pale face, inlaid with a pair of particularly deep and dark eyes.
Jiujiu saw that she seemed to have lost her mind. He patted her cheek and said coldly: "Breathe."
Fang Geyu then realized that she was actually casually With that wildly beating heartbeat, I didn't know when I was holding my breath tightly, almost suffocating myself.
She raised her head and took a deep breath. The air that poured into her throat made her brain numb with coldness.
Jiujiu picked up her collar, carried her body, and sent her to the ground. His voice was still as light as water, but there was a hint of command in it: "Spit."
Fang Geyu shrank up into a small ball and vomited with a loud sound.
She had not eaten any food for a whole day, and her body was already weak. In addition, the weight loss and rapid movement caused by the long battle were extremely difficult for human children to endure for a long time.
Seeing Fang Geyu vomiting to the end and could only vomit out some water, Jiujiu picked her up again, wiped the dirty marks on the corners of her mouth, and said: "If you bear it any longer, there will be more Five miles away, you can go home and reunite with your loved ones."
In the difficult environment of such a high concentration of witch plague and fog, they have already walked half of the journey.
Fang Geyu then lowered his eyes to look at the surrounding environment.
There was spraying engine oil everywhere, the ground was burning fiercely with the engine oil, the remains of mechas were all over the ground, and in the sky there were puppet silks retracted from their sleeves.
Under the puppet silk, there are all falling flying puppets.
There are withered hearths everywhere.
Six Consciousnesses closed his eyes tightly, surrounded by dozens of spiritual water swords. The originally transparent and clear blue color of the water swords was now as deep as ink.
The darker the color, the heavier the killing.
Even the puppet Yinghuo, who was not good at attacking, was actually driven to such a murderous and angry state.
At this moment, there are still countless mecha puppets entrenched in the city.
But at that moment, Jiujiu deployed the domain barrier, forcibly freezing a side of time and space, and blocking the battlefield from the danger of the hearth breaking.
(End of this chapter)