Chapter 255

"Poison?" Zheng Quzhi didn't control it, and his tone was slightly raised: "will you die?"

"Ah, it's miasma." Zhuzhu pouted out her mouth, pinched her nose and turned her voice into a voice jar. "If you breathe for a long time, you will be stiff all over, chest tightness and cough, and then you can't move. Finally, six orifices bleed and die!"

"So good?" Zheng Qu's bosom friend cooled down and suddenly thought of something. He quickly hooked up Wei Yan's neck and asked him. His voice was urgent: "did you cough just now?"

"I'm fine." Wei Yan's face is a little slow.

Biyi -

the sound starts again, right around here. Zheng Quzhi's body was stiff, and he quickly lowered his voice and said, "here he is..."

"It's so foggy that you can't see us clearly." Wei Yan also lowered his voice and felt the warmth on his back for a moment. He squinted and looked around. Finally, his eyes stopped in one direction and walked quickly towards it.

Zhuzhu walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, looked at another direction, hesitated for a few seconds and then walked to the other direction with short legs.

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I didn't know whether it was the psychological reason or the miasma was too poisonous. Soon Zheng Quzhi felt a little chest tightness. Can't help shaking Wei Yan, whispered: "I seem a bit stuffy."

Wei Yan's footwork is dull

"Stuffy." Zheng Quzhi certainly nodded.

"Come here some." Wei Yan tears off some of his hat and turns to Zheng Qu to know.

Zheng Quzhi always valued things about his own little life. When he heard the words, he quickly followed his words, and his face suddenly grew bigger and his lips became cold.

Zheng Quzhi:

He is going to die. Wei Yan is still in the mood to kiss? Is it possible to kiss him more before he dies? Zheng Quzhi frowned, just to avoid, Wei Yan's unquestionable voice sounded vaguely.

"Don't move."

In the firm tone, there was no doubt that there was a trace of seriousness. Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and then his teeth were pried open. The temperature on his face suddenly increased. He couldn't help but open Wei Yan's face, "Why are you so dishonest?"

Wei Yan was silent for a moment, or decided to explain to himself: "my saliva can detoxify."

"You're bad at it." Zheng Quzhi sighs, "have learned to lie."

Wei Yan pursed her lips, did not pay attention to Zheng Qu Zhi, and walked steadily forward. Zheng Quzhi is still chattering, a force of pulling East and West, canthus have such a moment of convulsion, he stopped: "more said, you will be left behind."

"Don't you like me?" Zheng Qu knew that he couldn't stop when he opened his speech box: "how to treat me..."

Before the voice dropped, he noticed that Wei Yan had let go of his hand. Zheng Quzhi quickly wrapped his eyes around Wei Yan's neck, but he did not forget to lower his voice: "are you crazy? If I fall lame, who will carry you in the future? "

Wei Yan again held him in a flat tone: "if I bring the corpse, I can't solve it."

So Zheng Quzhi shut up.

Suddenly, Wei Yan stopped. Zheng Quzhi was about to ask, and there was a fight in front of him. From time to time mixed with a man's panting voice.

"Lin Nian Si?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and then he became nervous: "he was attacked by the resentful corpse?"

Wei Yan pressed her lips and whispered to Zheng Quzhi to hold on to him and strode to the other side. The closer we get, the clearer the fighting sounds, and the smell of blood grows stronger.

Not far away, the grudge corpse is waving a big hammer toward Lin Nian. Fortunately, Lin niansi's body is still flexible, and quickly dodges the stone at his feet.

However, it did not bring much harm to the body. Instead, he quickly got up. Seeing that the hammer was about to fall on Lin niansi, Zheng Qu knew that his scalp was going to explode, but he still kept silent.

Besides, Wei Yan, who is now a sick and weak beauty, has no great spirit of sacrificing his life to save people.

Wei Yan droops her eyes, suddenly takes out the lighter in his pocket, and lights up a blue light. The lips moved, and the hard to understand mantra floated out of the mouth.

Lying on Wei Yan's back, Zheng Quzhi is stunned. Isn't this the one Wei Yan asked himself to carry? What's it called? I have forgotten

On the other side, the action of complaining corpse stopped, and fierce murderous air burst out in the gray white eyes.

Wei Yan wooden face, suddenly toward Zheng Quzhi mouth: "hold on."

Without waiting for Zheng Quzhi to react, he stepped on the tree in two or three steps. Zheng Quzhi was still in a state of ignorance. Wei Yan was sitting on the branch. He whispered, "be careful, don't move."

Then he quickly returned to the ground.

The blame corpse has given up, and Lin niansi comes to him. There are some traces of blood on the hammer. It is not clear which is Zheng Quzhi's blood and which is Lin niansi's.

Wei Yan was cold and did not dodge. After thinking about it carefully, the incident of beating his people can't go away like this. He usually can't even bear to say a few more words with Zheng Quzhi. When he wakes up, people are all beaten and lame. It's really It's very upsetting.

Expressionless, he calculated his waking state time in his mind. Wei Yan looked at Lin niansi: "open the box and give me my Rune later."Words, suddenly toward the body of resentment.

Lin niansi's eyes widened. They all tried to hide from the zombie. Mr. Wei was so Just.

The blame corpse is also unexpected, the slow-moving he has not yet responded to be severely kicked by Wei Yan. This foot made the complaining corpse step back directly, and several bones fell to the ground.

"It's just a grudge corpse." Wei Yan sneered, and the red light at the bottom of her eyes flickered slightly: "can't you stand some grievances? It has evolved into something so disgusting. "

Complaining about corpses is the evolution of people's resentment condensation after death, clinging to their bodies and not being discovered over time.

It's just that there's no emotion, no thinking ability, just the garbage of attack.

Wei Yan was a little ironic. He made a cut in his palm, and the red blood gushed out, and there was black gas that could not be seen by the naked eye. Wei Yan takes Lin Nian's trembling yellow paper symbol and presses it on the wound.

The dark yellow paper amulet sucked enough blood, and instantly a piece of black and red. The complaining corpse seemed to notice the danger and walked in one direction rigidly.

"Want to escape?" Wei Yan wooden face, not slow toward the complaining corpse: "late."

Not in a hurry to throw the paper symbol in the past, Wei Yan quietly approaches the resentful corpse. It's not stupid to complain about the corpse. I guess I can't escape. I simply stop and grip the hammer and stare at Wei Yan.

"Is this the weapon?" Wei Yan's eyes flashed suddenly, and he put away the paper symbol. "You're such a waste of my blood to use it."

He said, trying to grab the hammer.

"Wei Yan, what are you doing?" Sitting on a branch, Zheng Quzhi was eager to throw his shoes away. Obviously, it can be solved with a symbol. How can this person do that? He has to do it!

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