The green grass-covered hemp looked twice as big as usual, and it was hard to believe that the hemps that grew out of the nostrils under the eyelids were really alive, and he was sitting there, watching TV.

Although I only saw one side of the mahjong, I already felt a little palsy.

If the mahjong is normal, it must be that Wang Mo has already come to us, but at this time, he can only sit in place and show us with his eyes.

The old Dao made a look at the little white, and the two people quietly held a spell in their hands.

We slowly went in, and the older brother received the old man's hint and turned to close the door gently.

When all this was done, Mahiko was still motionless at the TV, as if he didn't care what we were doing, and didn't mind if we went into the house to deal with him.

But after a step closer, I suddenly grabbed the little white arm, shook his head at him, and whispered, "The spell cannot be thrown, and the son wants the life of Wang Mo."

Now you know why Wang Mo is motionless, he is close to the other side of the hand, at this time is soft hanging on the side of the bed, the wrist is cut, red blood is dripping into the glass on the ground, at this time has flowed half a cup, and the muzi in the hands of the green grass, is pinching a knife.

Therefore, unless the little white and the old leader move fast enough to take the mahjong in one fell swoop, otherwise he only gently turned around, the knife can easily cut the big artery in Wang Mo's hand.

The artery is severed, and if he cannot be saved, it will take only a few minutes for Wang Mo to die.

Zhao Qin's hand coolly placed on my shoulder and handed me a look of peace of mind: "I'll go."

“No.”I shook my head, afraid of another trap set by the black-clad demon.

At this time, the hemp who had been sitting still slowly turned his face, I had never seen green eyes, and I did not want to see it again in my life, but at this time, he looked at us with integrity.

This feeling of cold eyes makes people unconsciously bored, and everyone can't speak for a while.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”The mahjong suddenly turned the green eyes around me, looked at me, and his eyes showed this meaning.

“Mommy, are you awake?”My voice was trembling.

“Oh, wake up.”He nodded and shook his head again: "But even if it is not comfortable to wake up, I feel hungry and thirsty."

"If you are thirsty, I will give you a glass of water."I wanted to use dialogue to divert his attention from Wang Mo.

Who knows, but Mahi shook his face full of green grass: "I don't need you to fall, I'm almost ready."At the end of the conversation, the eyes still looked at me like that, but slightly fell down, took up the half cup of blood flowing from Wang Mo's hand, and grunted a few mouthfuls and drank from the bottom of the sky.

"It's good."I almost nibbed at the blood water licked my lips, I almost gushed up, and then looked at the faces of the people, none of them was good, especially Wang Mo, but it was his blood, and the feeling of the diting in my heart was not to mention.

Little Bai Yuzhong was born, suddenly laughed: "Oh, I like to eat when you are a son, don't you just like to drink blood, go, I will take you to a place, want to drink how much to drink."

The green eyes of the Muzi have no expression: "As long as Du Mingyue stays, you can all go."

Zhao Qin and Xiaobai's eyes sank at the same time, Zhao Qin was a step forward, I quickly reached out to stop him: "Well, then you let Wang Mo come, and then go on like this, he will die."

"No, he will not die, I have planted seeds for him in his wounds, and in a few days he will take root and sprout like me, and multiply thousands and thousands more."Mum is a bit proud.

The old chief said softly, "The obstacle is not a mah, and the mahjong will not cast a spell."

“What is he?”After asking this sentence, I suddenly remembered that one day when I was a child, I was playing in the yard, my aunt came back from the outside, holding a handful of soil in her hand, standing on the soil a tender yellow grass, watching her very religiously plant the grass into the pot, and told me not to hurt this grass, then I asked her why?The aunt said that this is the grass fairy, and by chance, the grass can also cultivate the fairy.

But now it is impossible to think about it, as the old Dao chief said, is it so easy to cultivate Xian, and besides, which immortal will use this method to harm people?

But I remembered that the aunt planted the grass for two months, suddenly fell down the rain, when the sky was thundering, I saw the grass from the window to be chopped by a thunder, when the flower pots were split in half, aunt also saw, but she carefully carried the grass by the thunder wall at all, not sad, but he hurried to turn to burn the three pillars, very happy.

Thinking of this, I whispered to the old Daoist: "You have to chop him with thunder."

The old man looked at the face and asked him to go where to bring a thunder in.

Then the little white thought, "No thunder, we use electricity."

But it is not so easy to find electricity, only the TV in front of the Ma Zi has a root out of the line, but how easy it is to talk about it in the past, in this short time, Ma Zi picked up Wang Mo's hand, he wants to cut it down again, so that he can shed more blood.

Wang Mo's face trembling with a pale voice said to us, "Save me."

Then I cried out, "Shut up, hemp, I'll change him."

“A month.”Zhao Qin looked at me and said, “Let me go.”

I did not promise him, did not open the mouth to stop, others have disappeared between the two beds, a knife in the hands of the mahjong, and then back hand will hit the mahjong on the ground.

Little white praised this rare opportunity to go forward, dialed down the wire to the hemp body a power.

Just listen to the sting, with a scream, after a white smoke came from him, suddenly, the power outage, the whole hotel was hidden in the darkness.

It is no wonder that Xiaobai destroys the electricity along the re-electric to the hemp, which is naturally overloaded.

Soon, a chaotic footsteps and screams sounded outside the house, and only someone said: "Don't mess with it, walk slowly, and use your electric hand to shine the road."

Someone said, “Why is there a power outage, it’s not going to be on fire?”

I stood in the same place, did not dare to move, all this happened too fast, I even had time to find a person who could be near, such as the big brother or the old Dao chief, but at this time, I only felt that the house was quiet, very abnormal, dead and quiet.

"Zhao Qin, Xiao Bai, old Dao, big brother."“Tong Yuan.”"Wang Mo" no one promised me, tears suddenly came out, this is my most afraid of the feeling, I am afraid that one day, they suddenly disappeared, leaving only me alone a person.

I was crying and subconsciously touching the phone in my pants, who knows how to touch it, but I touched a soft piece of soft, not the jeans I always liked to wear, it was actually a cotton dress.

When do I wear a dress?

Suddenly, the fear was magnified by hundreds of escorts, first of all I thought about whether I was be flung, why I wore a dress, but I clearly know that if I was a sign, my fine road would not be so clear.

Listening to the footsteps outside the door, I can only turn around and groped to the door, open the door and want to go out, who knows just opened the door, a thick smell of smoke will come, with the smell of smoke, there is a hidden heat wave.