Chapter 145: It’s hard to fly in both directions

The Taoist priest shouted again: "This is the last condition. If it doesn't work, I will kill her. There are so many people who are buried with you when the family dies, hehe."

Zhuo Bufan's eyes gradually became firmer and he said to Bai Bing: "Xiaobai, don't advise me. Take everyone away first, I will be fine."

"Are you crazy?" Bai Bing said anxiously: "Don't you care about your life and death at all?"

"If Xiao Lingling stays, once they think she is ready to defend, she will definitely die. I am different. Killing me will only cause them greater trouble. There is a certain possibility of danger, and I am also afraid of death. It is also true that if you use possibility, you will die. This transaction is worth doing." Zhuo Bufan looked at Bai Bing's eyes and said.

"But, you don't care about your life and death, brothers care about it. For the sake of Xiao Lingdang, you can really ignore your own safety?" Bai Bing was a little moved, but was more worried.

Zhuo Bufan patted her on the shoulder and said, "This is my decision."

Zhuo Bufan set rules in Shenlong Mountain, and this final decision means that he cannot object anymore.

Bai Bing lowered his head sadly, and the woman's intuition about danger once again told her that Zhuo Bufan should not leave a replacement little bell, but there was no sufficient reason to oppose him doing so except worrying about his safety.

The Dragon Army has begun to make some preparations, and all of this falls into the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest upstairs.

He quietly put his mouth in Xiao Lingling's ear, and the Taoist priest smiled and said, "It seems that you are really useful. Hehe, let me tell you the truth. In fact, what I am really interested in is this kid. Tsk tsk, he made the name of a mighty general in the first battle of Haishan Pass, and now, he has made such a terrible private soldier. If he kills him here, the right prime minister will definitely be very happy, hehe." As he said, the Taoist priest smiled proudly in Xiao Lingling's ear. He originally didn't need to tell Xiao Lingling these, but a plan he was very proud of would be successful. It was really meaningless if no one came to appreciate it.

Xiao Lingling's expression changed drastically. She looked at Zhuo Bufan who was about to come downstairs and shouted: "Bufan, no, don't come here, he will kill you, he will kill you! Idiot, go back, go back!"

"Hehe, call me, no matter what you say, he will definitely come." The Taoist priest said with a sarcastic smile, looking at the anxious little bell, as if he was appreciating his most proud work.

Sure enough, Zhuo Bufan looked up and said relaxedly: "Be good, it's okay. I believe my husband, my husband won't joke about his life." Yes, the worst ending is just one life for another. For the sake of Xiao Lingdang, he has decided to take a risk.

Xiao Lingdang was anxious. Zhuo Bufan had already taken a flower to the downstairs. The soldiers guarding downstairs had already made way out and they would complete the exchange in the building. Then, Zhuo Bufan would stay alone in the hands of the Taoist priest behind him.

The Taoist priest's attention was also temporarily attracted by the scene downstairs. It was a wonderful thing to watch the real prey step into a trap under the action of bait.

Suddenly, the little bell, whose arm was suppressed, rushed back and almost hit the Taoist priest's face. The sudden attack could not cause any damage to the Taoist priest, but it made him release his arm in shock. It was this looseness, and the soft white clothes flashed, and the little bell had already jumped out of the platform.

“No~”

"No!~"

The Taoist priest and Zhuo Bufan, who were looking downstairs, exclaimed at the same time.

The Taoist priest stretched out his arm like lightning, but only grabbed one corner of his clothes. The fragile corner of his clothes broke in vain. In the air, the flying white clothes were like flying butterflies. The three-story palace-style building was very high, and the falling little bell looked at his husband in the air for the last time.

This life is so short, and many regrets are sad. Because of you, I will say goodbye to loneliness and no longer be confused. At this moment, I turned into a butterfly and flew alone, returning to loneliness and not hating the sky, just because this is what I wish.

A drop of crystal tears was nostalgic in the air, but the weak person could not be retained by Zhuo Bufan's cry of despair. A figure rose from the ground, but it was too late to stop him before hitting the second floor eaves.

"Peng~~"

The glass splashed everywhere, and a flower rushed into the air, only catching the weak body that was hit hard by the second floor eaves and rolling out, rolling in the air and falling back to the ground.

Zhuo Bufan shouted and rushed forward. Before he could receive the two of them, a few drops of scarlet red were splashed on his face. In the air, the plum blossoms sprinkled in the last part of the beauty was emitting in this world.

On the third floor of the eaves, the Taoist priest was still stretching out his hands, and a piece of white cloth at his fingertips. Suddenly, he raised his head in horror and looked downstairs, with black muzzles in his eyes.

Suddenly, countless ephemeral ephemerals bloomed in the entire courtyard, and only blood red was left in front of the Taoist priest.

The entire eaves on the third floor were instantly shattered. In the scattered fragments of dust, the Taoist priest's body flew backward strangely, rolled back for half a circle and fell without any chance. The whole person had almost turned into a piece of rag.

Yizhihua held the little bell tightly and rolled on the ground for a few rounds. Finally, he stopped. Zhuo Bufan rushed up, hugged the two of them, and snatched the little bell from Yizhihua's arms.

Xiao Lingling no longer had any consciousness and closed her eyes tightly, but there was no pain or sorrow on her face, but she had a smile on her face. However, her white face was no longer as beautiful as before. A terrible wound on her forehead that was deep enough to reach the bones, and blood was gurgling. The whole cheek on her right had been severely scratched. The most terrifying thing was that black and purple blood was constantly gushing out of her mouth.

"No!~", a heart-wrenching pain swelled from the bottom of my heart, and the feeling of heartache turned out to be so unbearable.

Zhuo Bufan was busy trying to hold the blood that was surging out, using his hands, his cheeks, and his little bell, his favorite chest, but the blood still gushed out uncontrollably, and he could feel that life was quickly leaving the weak body that was tightly held in his arms.

"Let me do it!" Yizhihua finally passed the disorderly breath and grabbed the small bell in Zhuo Bufan's arms. Zhuo Bufan was about to explode, but he thought of something and quickly helped Yizhihua carefully place the small bell on the flat ground.

A silver light flashed in Yizhihua's hand, and a few embroidery needles as thin as cow's hair flashed. The killing weapon turned into a tool to save people. His right hand flashed continuously, and flashed across the chest and abdomen like a gust of wind. Soon, Zhuo Bufan could not cover up the blood.

"Yes, it's great, that's it." Zhuo Bufan shouted incoherently. How could he forget the ancient and magical medical skills of China? No one knows blood structure better than Yizhihua, who is very skilled.

Yizhihua was not proud at all. After stopping the blood gushing from Xiao Lingling's mouth, he rubbed Xiao Lingling's waist and abdomen with a serious expression, and then stabbed her deeply into her abdomen with an embroidery needle, pulled it out, and sighed.

"The internal injury is very serious..." Yizhihua raised her head and looked at Zhuo Bufan sadly, saying, "I'm afraid it's too late to make a comeback."
Chapter completed!