Chapter 129 (1/2)

Hiss——

Countless white fog came out of the snow, floating with a smell of stench and decay, which was extremely pungent.

Just now, the leader wanted to attack Yi Xiaoqiao when she was close, but he didn't want to suddenly fly out of the woods and poke a bamboo stick in his hand. His great strength penetrated the whole palm, and then white smoke rose from his hand, making a hissing sound, as if corroded by strong acid, and his palm began to fester.

After two minutes, the whole body was festering.

”Ah...” the woods echoed the miserable cry of the leader.

He rolled on the ground and stumbled to escape, trying to avoid this pain, but found that everything was futile. His legs festered, his bones turned into slag, the ground was full of sticky blood, and the smell of rust was mixed with a fishy smell, which was disgusting.

”Ha ha, I don't lose, I don't lose, ha ha...” in his almost crazy cry, the whole body turned into a pool of blood.

Yi Xiaoqiao trembled and grabbed Mu Yi'an's clothes. Rao was that she had made psychological preparations and could not help shrinking into Mu Yi'an's arms. The death was really terrible.

Mu Yi'an patted her to show comfort.

In the dark, someone flew over like a ghost and fell next to the pool of blood.

Yi Xiaoqiao tilted his head to see that it was a man in black. There was no expression on his face. His eyes were like two glass beads without emotion. He kicked a piece of rotten meat that fell to one side with his toes. The rotten meat fell into the blood and made a ”hiss” sound again, which was soon corroded and cleaned.

Everyone looked at the man with a shudder.

The man waved his hand. A hurricane blew the snow on the ground and fell on the blood. Soon, it covered the blood as if it had never been bloody.

Everyone was in a complicated mood, and Mu Yian was silent.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the slender bamboo cleaved in his hand.

”You are the one who likes to chop bamboo in the drunk bamboo forest.”

The man looked up, his eyes fell on Yi Xiaoqiao, then moved to the bamboo in her hand and nodded silently.

”Your martial arts are so high.” Just when he approached, Yi Xiaoqiao hardly felt his existence: ”what to do, I actually blame you, but you just saved me.”

The man was silent, his eyes moved like colored glass, fell on Yi Xiaoqiao and looked at her quietly.

Yi Xiaoqiao's hand loosened, and the bamboo fell on the snow, pressing a mark on the already fluffy snow: ”I want to see her.”

Mu Yi'an nodded, ”OK.”

Mu Yi'an called to Chifeng, took Yi Xiaoqiao on his horse and quickly left the bamboo forest.

The cold wind roared, and the northwest wind cut his face like a knife.

On the wasteland to the east of Yucheng, there is a small grave covered with snow. It is very small. If there is not a tombstone, no one will think it is a grave.

Yi Xiaoqiao stood in front of the tombstone and clenched his fist: ”your martial arts are so high. You must have heard something in the bamboo forest at that time?”