Within five breath, around Tang Qing’s body, far and near, dozens of figures have been pounced on. The nearest one is less than 30 meters away from Tang Qing. It’s like a vulture smelling carrion, pouncing on a fierce lion who can’t afford to fall to the ground.
Stuart brothers wry smile at one another, two people happen to coincide in the heart of despair, with the two of them, I’m afraid even in front of a few low-order monks can’t stop, let alone Chen Sapporo.
However, a fierce lion is a fierce lion after all. Even if it is injured, it is not comparable to a vulture, a creature that only matches decay.
Just as the crowd around them was red-eyed, screaming and crazy with excitement.
The body on the ground, or the bloody body, the young man with a very handsome face who seemed to kill God, bounced off with a sigh …
The voice is weak, but refreshing and firm; Pale face, but calm and resolute; His figure is a little shaky, but he is as strong as a pine on the top of the light.
The most important thing is, looking around in astonishment, the crowd stopped suddenly, and Tang Qing’s eyes were calm and indifferent, as if he had completely ignored them.
There is no fear, no worry, no regret, not even the fierce and ruthless decision before. If you must describe it, it is to ignore it.
Meow meow like a white lightning, whoosh straight up Tang Qing shoulder, repeatedly licking Tang Ye’s ears, intimacy.
A burly monk came from behind, and the speed was very fast. When he saw Tang Qing get up, he wanted to stop in fear, but he still couldn’t hold back and rushed to Tang Qing’s side. The big fellow’s eyes were wide open, his hands were raised in the air, and he stood there at a loss for a while.
He has been hiding in the previous battle and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. If Tang Qing is in good condition, he won’t dare to go forward even if he borrows courage. Seeing both sides lose, this is greedy, and I rushed forward before I had time to think. Now Tang Qing suddenly broke up, but she didn’t know what to do.
Tang Qing bowed his head, looked at his brokeback, looked up with a sigh, and smiled at the big fellow very kindly.
"Spicy Gobi, let you down."
The big fellow opened his mouth, and his facial muscles seemed to be rigid, becoming various geometric shapes, tongue-tied, trying to say anything, but he couldn’t make a sound.
Judging from his appearance, he seems to want to cry.
Tang Qing didn’t bother him again, but slapped him directly to completely solve the big fellow’s problem.
"poof"
There was a muffled sound, as if someone was choking on water and took a quick sip. Tang Qing’s random palm, together with the left arm raised by the big fellow, was shot into the distorted face. The big fellow’s head suddenly turned in a direction, but his body did not move. After standing for half a ring, he fell to the ground with a plop.
Tang Qing turned and faced countless people who were afraid, excited or confused. Eyes turned from calm to cold, as if there was a flame burning in it, emitting bursts of ice cold.
There was a crash, and dozens of people rushed around and ran away again. These people don’t even understand why, but subconsciously listen to the instinct of the body and stay away from this thin young man.
Except for one person.
Chen and Yin Yin smile, heart couldn’t help exulting. His speed is not good at it. If Tang Qing is taken away by others and Kyoto is in a mess, he has no hope of catching up. Now that’s great, the masters can’t bear it here, and the low hands are scared away by Tang Qing himself. Isn’t it just cheaper for themselves?
Thought of here, Chen and feel full of strength in the body, rushed forward more and more rapidly.
The scene in front of me made Chen Huang angry, and Tang Qing didn’t even look at him.
After the crowd dispersed around, Tang Qingchuao Stuart brothers made a sign, simply turned around, smiling, and greeted the Nangong Cold and others. Tang Ye noticed that Qian Yu’s girl had woken up from a coma and was running with tears on her face.
The little girl struggled to break free from the cold arms of Nangong, stumbling, and even seemed to forget to use the spiritual power. Like an ordinary mortal, she stumbled and ran forward, crying and laughing on her face, and she was confused.
The same is true of all the people behind them, whether they are Taoist immortals or iron sergeant, all of them are teary-eyed but smiling. Gao Chong even grinned and let out a scream that his father and mother remarried, which attracted bursts of response behind him.
In a short time, Tang Qing’s actions have perfectly displayed a certain image of himself, and these soldiers have also expressed their recognition and acceptance of Tang Ye in their purest and simplest way.
Many times, decades of acquaintance can’t catch up with the occasional words, and the neighborhood is not as good as a half-day military career.
It’s as simple as that
The Nangong cold has been under a heavy mental load for half a day, and his spirit is always under tension, and he often has the feeling of palpitations, which makes him very uneasy. At the moment, I couldn’t help laughing, just like the men in the army around me.
You know, Nangong Han is always an orthodox Confucian monk, even though he sometimes deliberately learns from Tang Qing and even imitates some crooked ways. According to Tang Qing, it is "sour" in the bones, which is hopeless.
But at this time, Nangong Han really let go of it once and enjoyed the sadness and pleasure of losing and gaining.
The only person who remains cautious is Ouyang Zhengming. The old man was really scared to death. His daughter is still with Tang Ye. If Tang Ye dies, who knows what will happen?
At this time, seeing that Tang Qing’s life was safe, the old man was both happy and worried. He quickly shouted, "Boss, watch your back."
Tang Ye smiled. In fact, Tang Qing, in terms of personality, should be the most unsuitable person to cultivate immortality. Nothing else, my feelings are too rich.
It’s an exaggeration to say that a monk is unfeeling, but it’s really inappropriate if he is worried too much. For the simplest example, the monk’s retreat is like sleeping. When he wakes up, he finds that his loved ones are all dead, leaving his children and grandchildren with new faces. What a decisive feeling it is.
