Don't worry, your big boss can't die, if you can't walk, you can let this kid carry him," the little woodcutter said lightly, and then pointed to Ximen Xiaoqingdao.

What do you want me to carry this big fat pig on my back? Wouldn't you want to tire me to death if you are tired? Ximen Xiaoqing complained bitterly in his heart, but he still forced a smile on his face, he smiled very hard, after all, his face was already swollen like a pig's head, but as long as he could live, no matter how difficult it was, he would have to laugh to others, even if you hated to poke a hundred and eighty big holes in the other party's body.

"Hehe, Ye Shenxian rest assured! Like carrying the big boss, I, Ximen Xiaoqing, am most willing to do it, and besides, I will make the big boss satisfied!"

He didn't know the real name of the little woodcutter, but since the little woodcutter said that his surname was Ye and his name was Ye, he called the other party Ye Shenxian, and felt that this was the most appropriate.

Just call each other by their names! First, he obviously suffers a loss, even if the little woodcutter doesn't care, but he can call the other party by his name, he also feels that it is disrespectful to the gods.

"Well, in that case, go and carry it at once!" commanded the little woodcutter.

"Wait! If this little ghost is not good for our big boss, what should we do?" Jing Wuming immediately stood in front of Hai Dafu, he liked to fight hard with others the most, so he was naturally more courageous than others, and among the three, he also seemed to be the most loyal to the big boss.

"Oh, so you want to carry your big boss behind your back?" The little woodcutter looked at Jing Wuming in some surprise and asked, it seems that this guy really has a bit of courage and backbone, and the person who dares to disagree with his words at this time means that he is not very stupid.

"I ...... Of course, I can handle this matter completely," Jing Wuming was suddenly asked by the little woodcutter, first stunned, and then immediately nodded in agreement.

"Alas, Ximen Xiaoqing! I'll give you a way to live, it seems that some people don't agree! If you don't kill Jing Wusheng, what's the use of you?" said the little woodcutter with a sigh.

What? This demonic little woodcutter actually asked Ximen Xiaoqing to kill Jing Wusheng? What does this mean? Not only Hai Dafu, but even Qiu Wucai and Liu Wuse were nervous for a while, and they really couldn't understand the little woodcutter's intentions, so when Ximen Xiaoqing viciously pounced on Jing Wusheng, none of them dared to act rashly and help in the war.

Someone dared to block his way of life, Ximen Xiaoqing couldn't spare the other party, not to mention that there was a woodcutter fairy to support him, so Ximen Xiaoqing danced the spirit snake sword like a mountain, and the monstrous sword qi rolled and rushed towards Jing Wusheng viciously.

As soon as the two of them fought, it was like a rainstorm and a wind, all of which were deadly killing moves, needless to say, Jing Wusheng was desperate, and Ximen Xiaoqing even used the strength to eat milk in order to survive, and worked hard to survive, which sounds very contradictory, but it is not contradictory at all, the two armies fought bloodily, and the master duel...... This is the case with a lot of life-fighting battles!

Therefore, after a few rounds of fierce fighting, the two of them immediately decided life and death, Jing Wuxing's sword pierced Ximen Xiaoqing's heart, and Ximen Xiaoqing also made a "rabbit and eagle" type blow before he died, and his spirit snake sword pierced Jing Wusheng's weakness from a strange angle.

The worst thing is: Ximen Xiaoqing's spirit snake sword was quenched with poison, and when Ximen Xiaoqing fell, Jing Wusheng couldn't support it and staggered down.

Xiao Hongxing and Liu Xianxian began to scream again, for this bloody killing of each other, apart from screaming, they had no better way to dispel the fear in their hearts.

"Alas, what's the trouble?" the big boss frowned and said, this Jing Wuming is too pedantic, in order to rush to carry himself, but he unexpectedly took his own life, but his loyalty made the big boss feel more or less gratified, after all, Jing Wuming is also for his safety!

The little woodcutter walked up to Jing Wuming, bent down to probe his snort, and then said to the big boss, "Don't worry! ”

"Aren't you dead? Then what are you two pig heads still stunned for? Hurry up and rescue Jing Wusheng!" Hai Dafu saw that Liu Wuse and Qiu Wucai were still cowering and didn't dare to approach the little woodcutter, and he suddenly became angry, the same is his bodyguard, one is working hard for him, but the two are like grandsons, how can he not be angry?

"No need!" Unexpectedly, the little woodcutter waved his hand and said, "Even if no one rescues him, Jing Wuxian will not be able to die." “

"Hehe, Ye Shaoxia, are you making us happy? If Hai is not mistaken, Ximen Xiaoqing's sword has a rare poison, even I don't know how to detoxify this poison, if no one saves him, how can he have a reason to come back to life?" Hai Dafu said with an unnatural hehe smile.

"I don't know about this," the little woodcutter said, almost so angry that Hai Dafu vomited blood again, what is this? You don't know if you don't let others save you, and you insist that he can't die, this attitude is too unrigorous, right? The emotional poisonous sword didn't pierce your soft underbelly!

"But it was strange to me that he could save himself," said the little woodcutter suddenly.

Before his words fell, he saw that the bruising phenomenon on Jing Wusheng's whole body was rapidly subsiding, and it didn't take long for him to wake up from his coma.

Jing Wusheng was highly poisoned in his body, and he miraculously healed himself, this kind of change made the little woodcutter feel very surprised, if he was allowed to detoxify this poison, he had to collect medicine Ning Dan, whether he could collect the necessary medicinal materials and not to mention, just delayed time, Jing Wusheng would have died a long time ago.

Hai Dafu and a few people were amazed by the judgment ability of the little woodcutter, it seems that this person is really a half-immortal body!

"Jing Wusheng!Okay! It's really good that you didn't die, when I return to Wolong Villa, I will definitely reward you heavily!" Hai Dafu saw that Jing Wusheng woke up, and even said that he was good.

But the little woodcutter made a move that surprised everyone even more at this time, only to see him pick up Jing Wusheng, who was still dripping with blood, and said: "Now that Ximen Xiaoqing is dead, didn't you say that you want to carry the big boss?"

Jing Wusheng's injury was not light, although the poison was resolved, but the wound was very deep, and it was not good to take care of it for ten days and a half months, and the little woodcutter actually wanted him to carry Hai Dafu, this kind of request even Hai Dafu himself was a little unbearable.

"Ahem! Ye Shaoxia, I don't think it's necessary! We can find a carriage or sedan chair nearby, and we can barely get on the road," Since this little woodcutter called his surname Ye, Hai Dafu had no choice but to call him Ye Shaoxia.

"There is no one in this vicinity for a hundred and ten miles, and if you look for a carriage and a sedan chair, you will not be able to come here when it gets dark, then you will have to spend the night on this mountain," said the little woodcutter.