Laughing loudly, he suddenly flew up with two feet, and kicked the old woman and the little boy into the sea in the middle of the night.
Ling Yu's face changed drastically, in the beating just now, the old woman had already broken her hand bones and leg bones, and she couldn't swim by herself at all.
The little boy was only five or six years old, and his body was scarred, and when he got to the sea, where could he survive?
Such a thought only turned around in his mind, and Ling Yu flew up without hesitation, falling vertically in the direction of the old woman and the child falling into the water.
After falling into the water, the old woman fell to the bottom of the sea, and the little boy was still struggling, his head lying together in the water, and from time to time he let out a cry for help.
Ling Yu first rushed straight into the sea, swept towards the fallen old woman, grabbed her hand, and dragged her back to the sea.
The old woman was unconscious, but the little boy was still thrashing and struggling in the water.
Ling Yu stretched out his hand and made a move, and grabbed the little boy and hugged him into his arms.
The little boy spat out several mouthfuls of blood in his arms, hugged her neck tightly with both hands, and made a weak and immature voice, "Help......
Sister, help......"
Ling Yu held him in one hand and the unconscious old woman in the other, unable to pat the little boy's back, so he could only comfort softly: "Don't be afraid, it's fine......
Hmm——!!
” Ling Yu's soft voice suddenly turned into a muffled snort of pain.
Her pupils widened as she looked at the little boy in front of her with a look of shock and disbelief.
The little boy in front of him is still about six years old, but there is no innocence and immaturity on his face, but there is a treacherous and smug smile on his face.
And the woman who was hanging on her waist and being held by her hand also opened her eyes at this time, with a mocking smile on her face, and the hand holding the dagger slowly withdrew from Lingyu's waist.
Blood gushed from Lingyu's waist, staining the sea red, but no one could see it in the night.
Ling Yu's heart was shocked, and he wanted to throw away the child and woman in his hand, but he found that his whole body was weak, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he couldn't move at all.
At that moment, she was attacked twice.
One was the little boy who was holding her around her neck and gently inserted a poisoned silver needle into her neck.
The other was the old woman hanging from her waist, stabbing her in the lower abdomen with a dagger.
There is no poison on this dagger, but it has a very loud name - Broken Spirit, and the person who is stabbed by this dagger will be sucked dry of all spiritual power in a short time.
Although this spiritual power will soon be gathered through cultivation and breathing, and it will not affect the human body, it is a fatal killing move in the battle situation.
There was a thud, and Spirit Feather was thrown on the deck wet, blood gushing from the wound in her abdomen, mixed with the salty seawater, staining the plank red.
By Ling Yu's side, there were also two senior brothers from the Shenyue Palace, who were also seriously injured and unconscious at this time.
Ling Yu lay on the deck weakly, only to feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was getting more and more blurred.
She regretted her carelessness and the kindness of the woman very much, it was obviously a good situation, but she ended up in such a situation, and the two senior brothers who were more likely to be killed died, she didn't regret it and didn't blame herself.
There were vague and distant words in my ears, and the voices of those men were full of excitement and mockery.
"This is the first time we have caught a female cultivator in the Tribulation Period, and if we sacrifice this person, I think the island owner will be ecstatic, and we can also get a lot of rewards, maybe we can become the protector of the Poseidon Tower!"