I turned my head and looked at the past, especially looking at the old man Wei, this brute, I really want to raise my hand and pat the old guy.

"Don't be impulsive."The fat man was afraid that I rushed over, immediately extended his hand, pulled my wrist, and shook my head at me again.

I can only bite my teeth and endure it, even if I don't have to say fat, I know that I am not an opponent of Wei.

The old man Wei was still mumbling, the more he read to the back, the greater the physical reaction of Xiao Jian, the head kept kowtolen on the ground, and the slate was broken a lot.

The more fierce the body of Xiao Jian's physical reaction, I knew that the more fierce the soul of Mo Yan and Xiao Jian fought.

After a while, Xiao Jian’s body was completely calm.

As soon as I was about to rush over, before I rushed over, the fat man stretched out his hand, pulled me one, pulled me, and said, “Don’t go, wait for it to change, if he is not the soul of ink...”

I was irritated, and I shouted at the fat man to your mother's meditation.

Mo Yan has done so much for me, I still look at it again, I am Ye Le is not a man at all.

Hurry to the side of Xiao Jian, I stretched out my hand, the Xiao sword up, if the control of Xiao sword's soul is not ink words, I am now strangled by Xiao sword, I have no regrets in my heart.

Just picked up Xiao Jian, I just wanted to call the name of the ink.

But before the opening of the sound, Xiao Jian's closed eyes were immediately opened, the eyes were hard on my face, especially the stabbed eyeballs, shaking constantly under the eyelids, the eyes were glued to a piece of flesh skin, without this piece of flesh skin, this eye beads would fall to the ground.

I held up the disgust of my heart and whispered a word of ink.

The voice just landed, and suddenly Xiao Jian's hand was straightened, and I couldn't help but poking my throat.

I thought of the worst outcome, and the soul of Mo Mo Yan was swallowed by Xiao Jian.

Thinking about this result, my heart immediately cooled in half.

“Be careful!”The fat man shouted at me, and I didn't know when more knives came out, and the arm of Xiao Jian was stabbed in the past.

But just thorn in the arm of Xiao Jian, a crisp voice was uttered, and the sound was touched when it collided with the metal.

I didn’t think about it, subconsciously raising my hand to my chest, and this punch hit my hand on the back of my hand.

There was a crisp sound on the back of my hand, and I knew that my bones must have been broken.

The strength from the back of the hand directly overturned me on the ground, and a close contact came to the back and the ground, which broke the pain.

“Come here if you don’t want to die!”The fat man screamed at me.

Listening to the fat man's voice, I quickly got up, my eyes straight to look at the ink, I do not believe that the ink words will be swallowed up by the soul of Xiao Jian.

I ran to the fat man's side, my eyes were staring at the fat man, and I said, "What's wrong with Mo Yan, is there any way to save the ink."

The fat man shook his head at me, "This kind of soul-infection means, I will not, ask, only to ask him."

Then the fat man stretched out his finger on the old man Wei, who was still reading, and a pair of ears did not smell the matter outside the window.

“The old man!”I also couldn't care what the old man Wei was reading, and hurriedly reached out his hand and pushed the old man hard, and almost pushed the old man.

"Change the soul of the ink, with mine!"Use mine!”The more I said the back, I almost shouted.

Old Wei looked at the rolling Xiao sword, and suddenly showed a good smile.

"Be careful, the ability of Mo Yan is stronger than Xiao Jian, the reason why I am just adapting to this body, I do things, as long as you are obedient, old man, I will not kill you."The old man smiled and continued to close his eyes.

I really want to give Wei an earba, this old grandson is too popular.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Jian was completely calmed down again, and this time I did not touch it.

After lying on the ground for a while, Xiao Jian's eyes were opened, and there was no previous grievance on his face, but a very calm face.

"Since it is back, then don't grind it, if the person chases him, we won't get anything."The old man said slowly.

I am now in the mood to pay attention to the words of old Wei, and my eyes are fixed on Xiao Jian's face.

Xiao Jian looked at me, suddenly a gentle smile on me.

I looked at this smile, and the whole person relaxed, although this smile made me very uncomfortable.

“Be careful!”I hurried to speak to the ink that was attached to Xiao Jian.

The ink said softly, and the voice came from the mouth of Xiao Jian, and then went towards the bronze coffin.

The fat man looked at the back of the words, dark tongues.

"The word is the soul of the millennium, and now it has devoured the thousand-year-old soul of Xiao Jian, and the soul is not a star and a half, if we do not have the mask of Wei's old man to suppress, or if a hand ink can be strangled to death."The fat man said, envious in his eyes.

Mo Yan is strong, my heart is naturally happy, I only hate that I can do nothing, along with Mo, I always like a drag bottle, a moment to drag ink.

Xiao Jian's body went to the side of the bronze coffin, hand on the bronze coffin cover, and pressed the bronze coffin directly to a palm print.

I took a deep breath, and my eyes did indeed, as the fat man said, and the ink swallowed the soul of Xiao Jian, and the ability was greatly increased.

I turned my head to look at Wei Lao, and thought that Wei Lao's head looked at the ink to show this hand, and looked at the ink talk more and more with some taboo, but I could not see from the eyes of Wei Lao, but Wei Lao's head showed a strange face.

“Leave!”The cold hum of the ink speech came out, and the hands of the words immediately pulled it suddenly, and the bronze coffin was very rude.

My eyes were always on the bronze coffin, and now watching the bronze coffin cover being pulled down, I immediately looked at the coffin inside the coffin.

At this point, I was surprised, lying on the cover of the bronze coffin, an old man was full of peach swords, and he followed the arrows through his heart.

Especially the stomach, the stomach every inch of the place has a peach sword, followed by the hedgehog is no different.

The more I looked at the old man, I felt that the old man followed me a little bit like it, and I felt that the old man was very kind, and I suddenly understood that the old man lying in the bronze coffin must be my grandfather, but how he was stabbed into a hedgehog by a peach sword.