What kind of kid is this? I thought he was a child whose heart was as cold as a knife and whose heart was as hard as iron.

But when you turn around, you can hand precious fruits to people you don't know.

The child himself is a man of contradictions, mysteries.

The soldier took out a pear and took a bite of it fiercely, as if he wanted to chew and swallow the phrase "bearish".

"This wooden shed can last about half an hour at most. Qiao Mu's voice said lightly, "Are you ready?"

Get ready......

Everyone's voices were a little dry.

Prepare for a bloody battle to the end! Always be ready for the possibility of sacrifice......

Everyone was waiting with bated breath, and the Xuan Masters were doing their best to recover the Xuan Power in their bodies.

"Maybe today we will die here. Qiao Mu's face was still pale, even in the face of such a crisis, it was still the familiar little facial paralysis.

"But before dying. We must all do our best to wipe out these corpses that intend to humiliate us!"

"Kill!" I don't know who raised his sword and roared.

Everyone roared with the blood.

"Bang!" The roof of the shed was finally overturned by the perseverance of the third-level mutant corpse puppet.

The thing howled and jumped down, its head covered in long hair, and the two eyes hidden in it seemed to be looking at the third-level corpse golem beside Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu slashed down his head with a ring ruler, and quite simply cut off the head of the third-level corpse puppet.

All:......

Aren't they hostages?

"Roar, roar!!" the Level 3 mutant corpse golem went crazy.

Punched and kicked the wooden shed. One jumped over, locked on the arbor with bulging eyes, and quickly pounced.

"Bang!" Qiao Mu raised his hand and flew up the ring ruler and slapped it on the face of the mutant corpse puppet.

There was a scream, and the intoxicating voice immediately spewed blood from one of the body forging masters, and his face was full of decadence, rolling backwards on the outside of the team, and breaking away from the protective shield.

Huhula, a flock of corpse crows rushed over.

In just a few seconds, the body forging master was surrounded.

When they flapped their rotting wings and left.

All of them saw a skeleton standing on the spot.

Soon the skeleton collapsed and cracked into piece after piece.

"Roar!!" the third-level mutant corpse puppet roared angrily, saying that it was too late, and the group of corpse crows hovering above suddenly locked on to Qiao Mu.

Flapping his wings, he screamed hoarsely, and fused into a huge black ball, countless and endless, rolling towards the arbor.

"Little junior sister!" The senior sisters of the Shenshui Sect broke away from the protective shield and pounced on the little man one after another.

And yet—

At the last moment, a fiery red light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a red-hot cloud was connected, rendering the entire sky red.

The child's sluggish heart jumped slightly, and suddenly realized that his small body had been flying uncontrollably into the sky.

What should I do? It can't be the prince of the local tyrant who is here, right? Why is he coming? He won't slap her "old (fart) face (stock)" in public, right?

The child looked confused.

The body is surrounded by a solid glow.

Countless corpse crows were shattered by the light before they could get closer.

The power of the local tyrant prince is too strong!

Before he could think about it, his whole little body fell into someone's arms.

"Huh. A cold, magnetic voice rang in her ears.

Qiao's face was paralyzed, and he couldn't help but stiffen.

What should I do, this laughter makes me feel his unhappiness......