第一千二百八十七章甩不掉的尾巴(1/8)

第一次，蒙赤差点儿抢走了吴阿蒙的没羽箭，贾思邈感叹他也是一个可怜之人，就放了他。
                                                                                                                                                                那这一次呢？
                                                                                                                                                                蒙赤的双脚还没有落到地上，在半空中又连续击落了唐重射过来的箭矢，正是前劲消失，后劲乏力的空挡。眼瞅着妖刀距离自己越来越近，越来越近，他想要躲闪和格挡都不能了。再就是，在削铁如泥的妖刀面前，任何的格挡，都是形同虚设。
                                                                                                                                                                在这一刻，仿佛是连时间都静止了下来，徐子器、唐宁、唐重都没有动，他们只是望着蒙赤和贾思邈。
                                                                                                                                                                蓬！就在刀刃快要劈中了蒙赤的刹那，贾思邈猛地翻转着手腕，刀把结结实实地砸在了蒙赤的脑袋上。蒙赤直感到头脑一阵眩晕，一头栽倒在了地上。趁机，贾思邈摸出了几根银针，噗噗地刺入了蒙赤的几处大穴。
                                                                                                                                                                蒙赤一吭没吭，当即一动不动了。
                                                                                                                                                                徐子器的眼泪差点儿流下来，悲愤道：“贾思邈，你……你杀了蒙赤？”
                                                                                                                                                                贾思邈耸了耸肩膀，不屑道：“你管我？”
                                                                                                                                                                徐子器咬着牙齿，一字一顿道：“我非亲手杀了你不可。”
                                                                                                                                                                “来呀？”
                                                                                                                         

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