Jiang Si's threatening and arrogant words fell, and Ling Zi paused at their footsteps, his fierce eyes flashed with a cold light: "You can't even stand up, you still threaten me, zombies, zombies, you are indeed as it said, a dead duck is stubborn."

After eating her and her children, they turned into fertilizer and turned into energy in his stomach, and they would be used as his supply. He would have companion spirits that would become extremely powerful and no one could shake them. What are you afraid of when you give yourself a needle!

Ling's eyes spitting blood, crawled up, he opened his arms, blocked Jiang Si with his weak and shaky body, and A Ying was facing Ling Zi who was walking towards them: "Ling Zi, I know you hate me, you want to kill me, let my master go..."

"Kill you?" Ling Zi kicked Ling Yan and slapped him to the ground, crushed his pale face, and was arrogant and arrogant: "You are already rotten and are about to die. If I don't need to kill you, you can't survive today, so why should I dirty my hands?"

The face with jade eyes crushed the bleeding marks, and the exposed skin flashed with dry bark. The bark was very dry and very dry, without any greenness.

The green silk strips on the ginger wrist flashed faintly. She was shot with the Divine Devouring Needle and could not use her mental power or strength.

The God-Devouring Needle imprisoned her and Yanliu, making Yanliu unable to attack the Spiritual Pig on its own. She had no strength to hunt and could not attack the Spiritual Pig.

Unless they become humans, separate from her, and have a sense of self-manipulation, they can attack spirits, attack people, robots, and her old friends who hide in the dark.

Jiang Dandan could not attack the spirit. The egg, which was originally as big as an ostrich, turned into the size of a small egg, and hit the ginger's belly, delaying the pain coming from her belly.

Keep communicating with the two cubs in their stomachs, holding on to it a little, it will be fine, it will be fine.

"Let him go, you don't step on him, you can let him go!" Ah Ying slapped over and reached out to break Lingzi's legs and feet, trying to move his legs and feet away from Lingyan's face.

The spiritual eyes are his tree, the dream on which he lives. He can die, but should not be humiliated so much, especially by the spiritual beings that grow from his roots.

The spiritual master, who was at the lowest level for two or three months, is now high and has a strong aura. When Ah Ying ordered him, he snorted proudly and said, "Let me not step on him, let him go, beg me..."

"Oh…"

Jiang Si chuckled and interrupted Ling Zi's words.

Ling Zi's words turned around, his eyes were fierce and sharp: "Why are you laughing at?"

The two children in their belly were frightened by the spiritual palm, and they couldn't wait to come out, and she felt very painful.

Jiang Si endured the pain and endured the amniotic fluid gushing like a spring, which wet the ground under her skirt: "I laughed at you for being overestimated, I laughed at you for being dead, I don't know what's wrong!"

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm about to die, I'll kill you now!" Ling Zi was completely angry, and the whip in his hand waved towards Jiang Si.

Jiang Si was waiting for this opportunity. She deliberately angered him and asked him to kill her and lure her old friend out. Unexpectedly, the old friend was not lureed out. Lingyan hugged her, blocked her in front of her, and was whipped by Lingzi to kill people for her.

With a snap.

The mental whip full of murderous intent whipped the back of the spiritual eye.

The green robe with spiritual eyes was scattered, and the body, the exposed body, was all turned into a tree, with blood marks on her pale face, and the corners of her mouth were pulled: "Master, are you okay?"

Jiang Si's posture of kneeling on one knee on the ground because of his hugging himself, turned into a sitting on the ground. The pain from her belly caused the child's movement in her stomach became more and more obvious: "I'm fine, who asked you to block it for me, and who asked you to block it for me?"

Lingyan hugged her, approached her, felt her belly, noticed the amniotic fluid on the ground, and looked at Jiang Si's belly in surprise: "Master, you..."

Jiang Si held Tang Dao's fingertips and shivered: "I'm fine..."

The child is about to give birth.

The little master is about to give birth!

Why is the master okay?

The spiritual eyes hate that he is useless and hate that he is about to die.

Hold her, input her mental power, and input her only mental power.

Jiang Si opened her mouth with a hint of pleading rejection: "Don't input mental power to me, spiritual eyes, don't input mental power to me, don't..."

"Master, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Lingyan inputted her mental power without stopping. He opened his mouth and spilled out blood, and comforted Jiang Si quietly: "I'm fine. It's my dream to die for the master. Master doesn't have to be sad for me."

Jiang Si's lips trembled: "Spiritual eyes, I order you not to inject mental power into me, and not to inject mental power into me."

What he inputs to him now is not mental power, but his life, his essence and blood.

He will die, he will die, he will die.

His neck, his face, his hands had been trenched.

He's going to die...

"It's okay!" Lingyan had inputted all his mental power in his body and said to Jiang Si. His voice was full of attachment and reluctance: "Master, I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore, I can't be with you forever..."

"You must live well, just like before, no matter how many difficulties you have to, you must live well, take your little master to live well, promise me, promise me."

Tears slid from Jiang Si's eyes, and her voice was choked: "Spiritual eyes...Spiritual eyes..."

Lingyan insisted on seeking an answer: "Promise me, master, you promise me that you must live well and live well..."

"I promise, I promise." Jiang Si choked and said anxiously: "Lingyan, I promise you that I will live well, I will not die, I will live well, and I will live well with my children."

"I'll wait for you, this time I'll wait for you. 1,000 years, 2,000 years, 10,000 years, I'll wait for you. Spiritual Eyes, I'll wait for you."

"Thank you, thank you, Master..." Lingyan thanked Jiang Si. The body that had already transformed into a tree seemed to be in a flash. The tree had completely transformed into a look like a legitimate immortal.

Jiang Si's pupils tightened: "Spiritual eyes..."

"A Ying..." The spiritual eyes slowly turned around and opened their arms to A Ying: "A Ying, come here..."

A Ying, who was weak and his wings drooped, heard his call, as if he had injected new life, possessed new spiritual power, became radiant, exquisite and beautiful.

He flew up with his large transparent wings, flew up and flew towards his spiritual eyes.

Ling Zi's face suddenly changed, and he reached out to grab A Ying.

Unexpectedly, Ah Ying's wings passed through his hands and he grabbed a piece of air.

A Yingfei pounced on Lingyan's arms... gradually became transparent...

Lingyan hugged him tightly, staring at him with his eyes down and focused: "Are you afraid?"

A Ying's transparent wings had disappeared, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his neck around the spiritual eyes: "Don't be afraid, I am your companion, you are my tree, you die, you die, you die with you, I am not afraid, I am happy!"

Lingyan hugged him and stroked his head: "I'm happy too, very happy..."

Ling Zi panicked and rushed over, "A Ying, come back, don't..."

Before his hand could touch A Ying, suddenly, his spiritual eyes and A Ying's body shattered like fragments falling to the ground.

Ling Zi grabbed a piece of air and tried desperately to cage the broken pieces.

The fragments seemed to have eyes, and they were far away from him, and he didn't hold any of them.

Jiang Si's lips could not help but tremble. Looking at the dead, the spiritual eyes were broken into pieces, A Ying was about to come to cover her. She murmured: "Spiritual eyes, A Ying..."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Lingzi verbs like a madman: "A Ying, it's mine, it's mine, Lingyan, you said you won't take him away, you said you won't take him away, you bastard, you don't keep your words, you don't keep your words."

"Bastard, please give Ah Ying back to me, give it back to me!"

The broken spiritual eyes were unable to answer the spiritual eyes. They covered the ginger silk and fell around her, landed on her body, and disappeared on the ground.

Jiang Si's tears rolled down her cheeks, and a burst of pain came from her stomach, not as much as the pain in the apex of her heart, not as much as the death of her spiritual eyes, which made her feel pain.

"It's you, it's you, it's you who killed them." Ling Zi couldn't catch the fragments, and all the fragments fell to the ground and disappeared in front of his eyes.

His anger and his hatred found the vent, and pointed at Jiang Si's face, his face was hideous and terrifying, and he couldn't exclaim: "Zombies, you killed them, they died because of you, I want to kill you, I want to eat you."

After his words finished, the whip in his hand twitched Jiang Si with murderous intent.

Jiang Si held the knife and stood up, cut off the whip he was whipping, and hunted the Tang sword in his hand and rushed towards Lingzi's heart: "Lingzi, I'm going to tear you away!"

The powerful mental power hit his face, which shocked Ling Zi's heart and retreated repeatedly. He never thought that the powerful mental power would cover him and make him unable to escape.

The tip of the hunted knife is like riding the wind and waves and approaching the heart of the Spirit.

The spirit vein could not dodge, could not dodge, his eyes widened like a bell, and he watched the tip of the hunted knife inserted into his heart...

With a clang.

A sharp knife broke through the air and blocked the heart of the spirit.

The sharp knife was directly broken by the tip of the hunting knife.

Lingzi took this critical moment and quickly jumped away.

Jiang Si narrowed her eyes, held the knife tightly, approaching the girl who looked like her five or six times, blocking her from her: "You are the second generation, you are the second generation that your master has cultivated and cloned!"

She looked like a girl holding a knife with five or six points. When she remembered her smile, she said innocently: "Yes, sister, my name is second generation, and the one you killed was first generation."

"Sister, you don't know. The generation hates the most. She relies on her appearance as seven or eight points like you. Her master likes her, so she is arrogant and arrogant, bullying us who look like you every day."

Bullying us?

As expected, it was as she thought.

Her old friends will not clone and cultivate each generation, but will cultivate many.

The purpose is to bet on probability. One is not like her, two are not like her, 100 are not like her, and 1,000 are not like her, and what if one is like her?

"You deserve it if you call me sister!" Jiang Si twitched her backhand, and the willows were like a snake, lingering towards the second generation. The second generation had expected that, she pulled her knife back, took out a watering can with her backhand, and sprayed it at the willows that were lingering towards her.

The liquid like water mist made Yan Liu retreat like a natural enemy, escape, fall into the ground, and re-eared out of the ground and wrapped around the wrists of ginger.

The second generation squeezed the watering can and smiled happily: "Sister, we look like five or six points, why don't I deserve to call you sister?"

"What's more, I'm not a generation, I don't want to replace you. I want to be good sisters with you, so you go back to see your master."

"Sister, put away your knife. Let's not use the knife and gun to hurt your feelings. Your tree uses its vitality to restore some mental and physical strength, but you have not yet recovered to your peak."

"I am the second generation, your sister, and it is cultivated with your gene cells. I don't want to fight and kill with you, and I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt Yanliu and hunt. We are kind enough, can we?"

Jiang Si's stomach was getting more and more severe, and the two children seemed to be rushing to come out. In order not to let the other party notice, she held the knife on the ground, supported the knife in her hand, and stood: "It turns out that my old friend didn't come. I thought he was here, which really disappointed me!"

I didn't come, I lived for 3,000 years like her.

I can't wait to find her, I'm about to die.

"Sister, don't be disappointed." The second generation's voice pretended to be sweet and crisp: "Master, I'm waiting for you. As long as you go with me, thousands of trees and companions, I promise they will be safe and sound and will not be affected by any impact."

"If you don't follow me and want to resist, I don't guarantee that they will die. Look, each of them now has a knife around their necks, and the ropes that tie their hands and feet are specially made. As long as you touch a little spark, they will get burned."

"The companion spirit may not be burned to death, but the tree will definitely be burned to death. If the tree dies, their companion spirit will not survive. Sister, their patriarch's spiritual eyes, Ah Ying has died for you. You don't want them to die again, let alone exterminate their clan!"

The amniotic fluid broke and flowed downwards, but now it smelled of blood. The child fell down in his stomach, and his stomach hurts very much.

Jiang Si was still standing, her figure was as tall as a pine tree, and her forehead was sweating coldly: "Second generation, your idea is very good, and you are thinking very well, but unfortunately I don't..."
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