Weishui was just complacent, but suddenly, an extremely dull sound was vaguely caught in his ears, distant and empty, like thousands of horses galloping in the wilderness, covering the sky and rushing towards him.

Xie Changhuai and Zhao Chonghuai, who were standing at the bow of the boat, changed their expressions in an instant when they heard the sound.

Without waiting for their reaction, the sound of galloping horses suddenly turned and turned into a roaring tiger in the mountains and forests, with a majestic momentum and rushing into the ears.

"Young Master, it's the sound of drums!" Weishui immediately woke up and said loudly.

After saying that, he flew over to the rudder and stood on the side of the side with alert, looking at him. The boatman in the rudder was also looking around curiously and nervously.

"Young Master, there is no movement on the shore!" Soon, the Wei River rushed out of the helm again and said solemnly.

But the sound of drums is like a big net, covering the sky and the earth, mercilessly covering the endless earth and night, and covering the lonely ships passing by on the river.

The two men on the bow of the boat were not allowed to respond. Unpredictable, Zhao Chonghuan, who was still full of eyebrows and eyes the moment before, suddenly held his forehead, and his eyes suddenly became hot like fire, becoming unbearable.

It seemed that an invisible and terrifying force suddenly emerged from the air and grabbed her tightly, causing her whole body to tremble violently.

Xie Changhuai, who was looking at the dark and deserted wilderness, looked cold in his eyes, and immediately felt Zhao Chonghuan's abnormality.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes, and the situation in front of him immediately made him look changed. He hugged Zhao Chonghuan's slender body suddenly.

"What's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?" he asked hurriedly and nervously.

Zhao Chonghuan fought hard to resist the inexplicable huge power coming from afar, but she found that the blood Gu on her forehead was stirring again.

"It seems that the poison of the poison is starting to be fired again, and it's done!" She gasped and said intermittently.

Xie Changhuai's heart sank after hearing this--

Without the inducement of the sound of the flute or the inducement of internal force, how can the poison suddenly occur?

He held her hand and didn't dare to move for a moment. He looked at her changes anxiously, while the other one had already been spontaneously placed behind her, ready to input internal strength to resist the poison of the poison at any time.

In an instant, the drum sounded closer and stronger, and Zhao Chonghuan trembled even harder and even began to be unable to control himself.

Suddenly, she suddenly tried hard to break free from Xie Changhuai's restraints and staggered directly on the deck.

Another carp jumped up and then began to wave the air in front of her, as if something foreign object was blocking her progress.

At this moment, it seemed as if an evil demon was instantly attached to her body. The beautiful face once again showed a terrifying expression that was almost ferocious. The starry eyes were uncontrollably red and bloody, and they couldn't help but roar tyrannically from their mouths.

"Ah, ah--"

Her hoarse roar echoed the sound of drums, revealing an incomprehensible strangeness.

And her hands seemed to have independent consciousness and turned around and palmed her to attack the unprepared Xie Changhuai's chest. With aggressive force, she could pull out a thousand pounds—

Xie Changhuai's eyes suddenly shook, his body shook like a ghost, dodging and letting go, but the arm on his left was still affected by the huge force in her palm, and a torn pain came.

But he didn't care about the reaction, and was only worried that Zhao Chonghuan, who had already lost Chang Zhi, would hurt herself.

So, his clothes suddenly rose, and his powerful internal force surged out, restraining all the crazy movements of Zhao Chonghuan at once.
Chapter completed!