With Wang Mang's coma, the original blood lines seemed to have lost some bondage, and suddenly flourished like blood colored lotus flowers,

one after another, holy and evil, gradually extended to half of Wang Mang's left face,

the complex blood lotus formed by the blood lines seemed to stay on his cheek forever, with the development of other blood lines on his body surface Only the blood lotus on the left face turned dark red and never disappeared!

I don't know how long after that, the sun in the sky gradually tilted to the west, and the warm setting sun was shining on Wang Mang's closed eyes. Wang Mang shook his eyelashes, and his consciousness gradually recovered from the coma,

"how long have you been sleeping?"

Wang Mang's face was pale. He put up his body and covered his head. There was a look of pain between his eyebrows. He not only felt that his spirit was nearly empty, but also felt that there were bursts of stabbing pain all over his body!

"Fortunately, I've got a life back!" Wang Mang looked at the white blood lotus pattern on his left wrist, and his eyes were a little deep.

the attack power of the demon lotus was absolutely unparalleled and terrible, but the only drawback was that it had to create a blood wound, otherwise the blood lotus would not work!

Although it has such a small defect, the effect of white blood lotus pattern still makes Wang Mang satisfied. At least the lotus pattern saved his life!

"Good! Good Wang Mang endured the sharp pain of his body, and staggered to his feet. There was a drop of crystal tears in the corner of his eye. He was dying and almost recovered his life!

Although the body and spirit all have a needle like pain, but Wang Mang is laughing happily and walking towards the hillside,

endless pain and difficulties in front of him are waiting for him, but why is there some joy in the bottom of his heart? Maybe as long as he is alive, even if he is suffering, he will not be afraid,

on the towering hillside, there is a wretched old man smoking dry smoke and a man with a body The serious men of ancient general armor were standing side by side,

Yousha pointed to Wang Mang who was climbing hard with a dry tobacco pole, and jokingly said: "this boy is lucky. If he died in Mo San's hands, I would be disappointed!"

Luo Cha glanced at the secluded sand beside him and said sarcastically: "secluded sand, if you have the same strength as this boy, you can't avoid Mo San's second knife!"

"You! Rocha, I warn you! If you insult me again, I'll go to Lord zanglong and sue you! "

The Luo Cha is cold to hum a, "how? Want to cry for parents? "

Yousha angrily pointed to Luocha, his fingers trembled, but he couldn't say a word,

after a little, he took a mouthful of dry smoke angrily, "Luocha, I don't want to talk to you more, this boy will be handed over to you, and you can tell him the rest!"

"Let's go!" Rocha waved to him, motioned him to leave quickly, don't get in the way here!

Yousha glanced at Wang Mang, who was struggling to climb the hillside, and pinned his dry tobacco pole to his waist. With a gust of wind and sand disappearing on the top of the hillside,

Wang Mang gasped heavily, and his face was as white as ever. Lianwen just saved his life, but he was killed by the third knife, and his blood almost dried up with the broken artery!

Now I'm lucky to be able to force myself to act!

Wang Mang wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked up at the top of the hill. He found that Luo Cha, who was still a paralyzed face, was watching him. Wang Mang looked at him and gave him a brilliant smile.

when Luo Cha saw Wang Mang smile, his eyes shrank and his eyes showed appreciation!