Turn over and grab the black dress person who is holding her ankle, and push her hair hard. Even her face is wrapped in a black towel, and the arm of the black dress person breaks and the bone breaks, making a crisp sound.
Backhand threw him aside and Yan Liang changed hands to catch Xiaoli. In just a few seconds, the yellow sand covered his shoulder.
All the yellow sand flows back towards the middle point. Yan Liang grabbed him and couldn’t help but follow the yellow sand to slide.
Just a moment Xiaoli’s head was buried by the yellow sand, and only one hand was grabbed by Yan Liang.
With clenched teeth, one foot sank into the yellow sand, and then Xiao Li was dragged out a little by her.
The yellow sand flows back quickly and it will fall into the pit. Suddenly, she grabbed her waistcoat with one hand, and she also forced Xiaoli to be dragged out by her.
A few people in the middle school grabbed each other and stepped on the virtual gas to quickly retreat across the collapsed sand dunes and roll directly in the direction of the clear spring.
A few flips stopped Yan Liang and clenched his hand at the same time. Xiao Li just pulled her arm to dislocate.
His weight is nothing, but it is difficult and difficult to pick him up after being buried by yellow sand, just as heavy as pouring molten iron.
"Are you all right?" The back is surrounded by warmth. Weiyuan grabs her and holds her hand tightly. Her palm is red.
"Nothing" shook her head. She took a look back at Weiyuan.
Weiyuan touched her head. "Nothing is good."
"I have something to do." Xiao Li sounded that he was sitting a few meters away with his eyes closed and cleaning the yellow sand that was poured into his ears. More than that, his head was covered with sand, and he couldn’t be more miserable.
His escort came over to clean up Xiaoli for him and sat there constantly moving his arm. "Yan Shoutou, if you had tried harder, you would have this arm now." Yan Liangshou almost dislocated his arm because of pulling him, and he was also going to break his arm.
Yan Liang didn’t say anything about the thought of Li Zhao, and her heart sank.
Looking at Weiyuan, she slowly narrowed her eyes. "Have you seen Li Zhao before?"
Weiyuan Yi-then nodded "Yes"
"So he came today to attract you." He didn’t know she was here.
"Maybe. When I first saw him, I wanted to ask him clearly, but he left in the blink of an eye. Later, I guessed that it was not a coincidence that he appeared in front of me. Maybe it was intentional and he never came near again. I didn’t want to let you be too sad. Don’t think that he could turn around. He has chosen a camp." Wei Yuanlai didn’t want to say that she and Li Zhao had been brothers and sisters for more than ten years, even for a while.
"He said he was sorry today because he said he knew about us but wanted to kill you." His apology turned their friendship into ashes.
"won’t be moved by this?" Weiyuan chuckled at her more because she didn’t want to be sad.
"Touched a ghost! They are experts in groups and they are good at digging holes in yellow sand. "What do you mean by all kinds of wizards who have everything but still hide from miasma?"
"They can’t dig a hole near this clear spring. Don’t worry, don’t go in the past when you see Lizhao again in the future." Rubbing her red hand, Weiyuan said word for word
"I really want to see what kind of role his sister is." After so many years, Li Zhao found her and she easily took him away.
"See you" took her Weiyuan and pulled her up. Xiaoli still rubbed her arm with her eyes closed over there, but his face was cleaned up.
Open eyes Xiaoli shook her head and still felt the sand rushing away as he shook his head.
"It’s polite of you to send a gift when you haven’t seen him for a long time." If he almost drowned in the yellow sand, his reputation would be ruined if he died like this.
"I also saved your grudge." Yan Liang didn’t like to hear it. Even though Li Zhao was hateful, others said before her that she still didn’t like to hear it.
Xiaoli shrugged her shoulders and then got up. "Thank you, Yan. She also said that she would leave me alone. This shows that women are best at duplicity."
Yan Liang stared at him coldly to make him feel better about himself.
"It seems that you don’t mind your own business again." Lan took Yan Liang Weiyuan’s cool way
"Yes, my hands are cheap." Yan Liang withdrew her eyes and gnashed her teeth.
Two people from XiaoLi gherardini shook his head and sighed, "I thank you, it seems not." He said thanks, but they ignored him automatically.
Back to the camp, the medical account came. The good news is that the antidote has been prepared.
It must be tested first, and the number is small. If it can be proved by experiments, it will be not far from the action day.
The antidote is a big black pill that smells strange. Xiao Li and Wei Yuan each sent a few people and then left the camp.
Another group followed them to experiment in the miasma-surrounded area.
This is extremely dangerous. If the antidote is not good, people who go in will die.
But no one flinched or hesitated, and faced life and death with great calmness, which was admirable.
Sitting in the tent, Yan Liang’s half-length dress faded away, leaving a chest wrapped around an important place.
Her shoulders are exposed, and her long hair is gathered to one side, while her shoulders and arms are a little swollen on the other side.
Weiyuan sat beside her and rubbed her medicine lightly.
"You can move faster and harder. You’re making me itch." Looking directly at Yan’s cold face, rubbing medicine on her is more like flirting.
