Vol 2 Chapter 3811: Play around

Uncle Tai seems to be stunned, standing still, and the blackness of the body is regained.

Raising the sword blocked the whip. He looked up and his eyes were clear. The half of his face had been stained with blood, which gave him a feeling of coldness. "Enough."

Who is enough?

The current ‘uncle’ is a uncle, Ning Shu squinted at his uncle, “Are you a ghost now?” Then he raised his whip and pumped it.

Too uncle's eyes condensed, and the arrow that seemed to be quenched was generally inserted into the heart. He grabbed the whip and wraped it around his hand and pulled it hard.

Ning Shu steadily shackled, pulling the whip, and standing opposite to the uncle.

Both of them used their strength to pull the whip, and it was a bit unbearable to fight the whiplash. "Where, what do you do with me, I also hurt."

Especially these two people have used strength.

On the side of Sanliang, he closed the book and walked over and said: "I count one or two, and the two of you let go."

Ning Shu turned a blank eye, is this a matter of letting go?

Sang Liang: "One, two, three."

Too uncle loosened his hand expressionlessly, with the blood on his face, shaped like a ghost.

The uncle's bones are distinct, the pale hands are loose and the whip is released. Ning Shu glances at him, takes back the whip, wraps around his waist, and looks at Sang Liang and his uncle faintly.

She is a curse from the sky, very calm and said: "In this organization, I feel no sense of security, sorry, I have to leave."

Ning Shu’s heart is not even angry, it’s very calm, it’s not good.

At the beginning, Ning Shu felt that he might be angry, but this time, he was not angry at all.

When I was really facing it, nothing was angry.

Since joining this organization, it has probably been insecure for a long time, and the whole person is sharp, like a bird of surprise.

It’s all a lot of worry, it’s all wrong, because she is weak.

The world is strong and pitiful, how much admiration is for the strong, and cruel to the weak.

The weak have suffered unfortunate things, even the faults of the weak.

There is no reason to say that people are strong, and estimates are just for one reason.

When Zheng Qing was randomly thrown to a shogun, he was unlucky.

But again and again, if it is really impossible to liberate, even if it is a death, some people will not do so.

Sanliang did not change his face and said: "You still have not finished the work for hundreds of years. Even if you want to leave, you should complete the transaction."

"If the transaction is completed, you can go, but if the transaction is not completed, you can't go, the spirit of the contract should be respected."

Ning Shu twisted his brow, so he still has to stay here for hundreds of years.

Is this the case, and Ning Shu’s heart can’t swallow this breath.

The cut of the waist turned into a human figure, took out the wooden sign from the meson space, and handed it over. "I don't want this thing, then the contract does not exist."

Ning Shu frowned, but without this brand, how to go to the Holy Land.

Going to the sky is still going to the cub, otherwise how to feel the gods.

Ning Shu looked at the sky with some worries. He took Ning Shu’s hand and pinched Ning Shu’s hand with his fingers, indicating that Ning Shu would not worry.

Ning Shu shouted, "That line, I don't want this thing."

Sang Liang looked at Ning Shu and shook his head. "This is a transaction. You want this thing. How to deal with this thing is your business, but this transaction is not to say that you have given us this thing, and the transaction is over."

"Don't be so naive, the deal is a deal."

Ning Shu snorted and put the wooden card back into the hands of the sky, "receive."

It is very unhappy to cut the sky, which means that Ningshu has to be in this place for hundreds of years.

In fact, he has not used this thing. In fact, this wooden sign is something from the old man. It is not so much the position of the holy place is moving, it is better to say that the old man is moving.

The silent uncle, who was silent, said: "Return the power of those souls to her."

He turned and walked away. The blood on his face had solidified into a black-red color, which reflected his half-faced heart-shaped ghost. The white bones of the forest were looming in the broken flesh.

His figure was getting farther and farther, and finally turned into a black spot disappeared.

Ning Shu took back his eyes and looked at Sanliang. "My loss is a bit of soul power and spiritual loss. If I don't have the ability to protect myself today, then I will die."

Only compensate for the power of the soul.

Sang Liang: "You can survive. It is indeed your ability. You naturally compensate you. If you don't live, then what, only the living people are qualified to stand here."

Ning Shu dials his hair. "So, I am still most grateful to myself."

Sang Liang turned and left, and said, "You have to stay here for a long time."

Ning Shu spread the stall and said: "This time it was completely said. When I first traded, but I went to the transaction I made, the transaction was completed, and we left without concern."

Nodded in the sky, "Let's go back."

Ning Shu: "...I can't walk, I don't have any strength."

Now that it is too imaginary, it has been ruined by the power of the soul, and with the inexplicable power of the soul, the soul of Ningshu is now vulnerable to a puncture.

So after the end of the battle, Ning Shu chose to calm down on this matter.

The sky said: "I am carrying you."

Ning Shu shook her head. She is now weak in her soul. The hands and body of the sky can penetrate her soul directly and walk slowly.

As for the star stone, I can't handle it, I don't handle it.

A stock is incomparably weak, and the unsustainable feeling hits the soul. The force is too strong, and the sequelae are persistent weakness.

If this time, Uncle and Sanliang kill a carbine, she is sure to take the dog.

Ning Shu asked: "Where is the power in my body?"

I have never seen this kind of power, but I have a battle with the uncle, but it seems that this power does not seem to last, and it is very weak after use.

Weakness is very good.

Where is it coming from?

When he touched his chin and felt his gaze, he suddenly realized the appearance of a sudden realization: "Maybe it is the power of faith given by peerless martial arts. Are you not half-consuming souls tied with peerless martial arts?"

Ning Shu thinks about it and thinks it is, in addition, there is no additional source of strength.

It seems that it is necessary to provide more faith to the peerless martial arts, which can also provide strength for themselves.

After that, everyone will send a peerless martial arts. Come, practice the martial arts, strengthen the body, cure the disease, and be disease-free.

Back to the system space, Ning Shu gently sat on the sofa, Nima's **** hurts, touched a little something, and felt that he was going to crack.