Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 48: Danger

The woman puppet still stretched her legs and feet on the ground. Wen Kexing didn't pay any attention at first. She almost stepped on it and was swept away by the flute on the ground before jumping away. The man puppet had pulled her arm out of the door hole. Turning this way, Wen Kexing lifted Zhang Chengling, waved and threw it into the wall hole, then leaned down to hold Zhou Zishu, and jumped in.

The man even chased after him, Wen Kexing turned around and stared at the doll with caution. Who knew that the doll could only turn in two directions, forward or backward, without the function of left and right, it could not find a person, and kept on There, back and forth, the long flute on the woman's puppet swung her leg, which was really a shield attacked by the spear of the child, a loud noise, both puppets fell down, and the man puppet suffered When they attacked, they used their arms to pinch the puppet's head, and then the two of them killed each other and stunned inside.

Wen Kexing was relieved, and whispered to Zhou Zi: "Don't talk." Then he closed his acupuncture points and lowered the person, watching the blood on his chest frowned, and said to Zhang Chengling. : "You devil, go and take a look there, if there is one ..."

He paused, not knowing how to describe it, then reached out and gestured, and said, "It's a foot tall, and rolling things like you are rolling over, just run and come back and tell me."

Zhang Chengling said "Oh" and asked, "Senior, my master ..."

Wen Kexing seemed unusually impatient and interrupted him with a cut: "It's okay, I can't die."

Zhang Chengling asked again, "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know," Wen Kexing sighed, pointing at the blasted wall, "it was the result of that blast."

Zhang Chengling followed his fingers and suddenly felt indifferent. He thought that the predecessor who looked very powerful was also chased after, and he dared not say anything, and ran to the other end nervously to guard.

Wen Kexing reached out to untie Zhou Zishu's clothes, and the latter pressed his wrist, and Zhou Zishu laughed dumbly: "What do you do to take advantage of me?"

Wen Kexing opened his hand and poked lightly on his chest, saying quietly: "Just a few words, you are almost blowing the lights and pulling wax, and you are still poor."

Zhou Zishu felt that his life was complete. He had just been scolded by an old foodie, and was humiliated by a big talk.

Wen Kexing carefully untied his clothes. His eyes flickered unconsciously when he touched several nails on Zhou Zishu's chest. Zhou Zishu didn't care. He felt that his chest and his back were on fire when he breathed. Similarly, I knew that the injury was not minor. I am afraid that the bone was broken and the lungs were injured, so I forcibly did not cough, and even the breath was kept low to avoid aggravating the injury.

Wen Kexing turned him over and saw the injury on his back at a glance. He couldn't help but take a breath and said coldly, "Just a little more, that thing can break your spine, do you believe it?"

Zhou Zi's whispered like a gossip: "Don't talk nonsense, if I can interrupt the spine with a dummy, I have no face to live on."

Wen Kexing snorted, put his hand on his back, carefully examined his injury, and for a long while, sighed, "Are you stupid? Don't you know it hurts?"

He didn't know where he pressed his finger. Zhou Zishu snorted immediately. He didn't say a word for a moment, only half a while, gritted his teeth and said, "You ... might as well give me a shot, try it for yourself ..."

Wen Kexing was rare and silent, so he straightened Zhou Zi, reached out to his back heart, and passed his anger. He didn't dare to force too hard, lest he touch the nail on his chest like Ye Baiyi did last time.