Chapter 128: Can the National Teacher Still Love It?

Cheng Xinyan was choked on the ground and panting, and liquid slowly slid down from the corners of her forehead and rolled down the strip of cloth, while the strip of cloth covering her mouth and nose had already dried, leaving only the sweat that had just slipped.

Influenced by the smoke, I only felt that my eyes were blackened......

The smoke in the house had already covered the roof by this time, like clouds.

The accumulation had reached below the middle level of the house, and the air was gone, and it was barely so uncomfortable to lie on the ground.

Some irritability loosened the strip of cloth that loosened the mouth and nose, damn it! The window, outside the door, was locked by something, she knocked for a long time, but there was no response!?

She had just arrived, so why did she get into trouble with someone, and she had to be put to death?

The skull-headed national teacher flashed in his mind.

Could it be that he is back?

"Ahem...... Cheng Xinyan coughed uncomfortably twice, and slowly retreated, the snow dragon lion in her arms was still asleep, secretly annoyed, what did she do......

She took out a pill from her bosom and took it, she had already taken several pills.

The smoke was coming out of the windows and doors, hoping that she would last until someone came to save her.

The fire is so big that the blind people feel the heat, there should be someone......

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Qian Siyu shook his sleeves and left angrily, smacking his tongue, this bastard thing, he worked hard to get medicine to treat him, he didn't thank him, just say this, I knew that he would be hurt!

The footsteps suddenly slammed, and he felt the person behind him, Qian Siyu's face turned cold, and the corner of his mouth smiled disdainfully: "Hmph, I wasn't very excited to run away, what are you doing back now?" Don't you know I'm not going to give you another chance to escape? Even though he said that, the afterimage crossed, and a white light hit the person behind him.

The black shadow swept by, standing on the top of the rockery, the skull head looked up to the sky and smiled, pointed at Qian Siyu and said coldly: "Qian Siyu? When did that pedantic nerd have such force, and who are you who dare to pretend to be the prince of our country? ”

Qian Siyu put his hands around his chest, and smiled disdainfully: "My country? The national teacher is a fool for a while, and the prince for a while, is it respectful or disrespectful? Besides, when did you and I get to know each other to the point where we know each other? Pointing to the skull mask, Qian Siyu said with cold eyes: "Arrogant, look at my son who unveiled your hypocritical mask today, and see how abstract your ugly and unsightly face is!" Pointing to the skull, Qian Siyu suddenly took out a short sword from his waist and flew towards him, in his already unhappy heart.

The national teacher jumped off the rockery to avoid the sword, and then turned his head to look behind him, only to see that the place where he had just stood was cut off, and with a bang, like the top cover opened, straight to the ground.

Before he could stand still, Qian Siyu stabbed again, and the national teacher narrowly avoided it, but the cuffs were still torn and broken.

With a kick, he jumped away from a certain distance, and his hand immediately stretched out to the cuff......

Qian Siyu's eyes were fierce, the corners of his mouth hooked evilly, and the short sword in his hand flew towards the national teacher, as soon as the national teacher's fingers touched the cuffs, the short sword arrived in front of the palm, it was too late to hide, the short sword flashed with silver light, blood sprayed out, and the palm was cut off in less than a second.

"Ah......h

The national teacher screamed, covering his arm with a broken palm, and knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and the broken palm was still stretching and grasping.

As soon as Qian Siyu's fingers moved, the short sword spontaneously flew towards him, arrogantly skimming the blood stains on it, and smiling disdainfully at the corner of his mouth: "How?" My short knife to subdue demons and eliminate demons, can the national teacher still love it? ”

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