He Shu and Ling Xiao lived in seclusion in their friend's family residence, and two years of kung fu passed in a blink of an eye. It seems that the lack of a person's memory is not a loss for He Shu, and life must go on. However, I don't know why, always in the dead of night, He Shu likes to look at the night of Daimo independently, and there seems to be some regrets in his life.

When Ling Xiao was already babbling, the bat clan was about to suffer a huge catastrophe. It seems that history repeats itself, and it seems to be fate. The same Holy Witch Clan, different low-level demon beast races. Although He Shu and his brothers fought hard, they still couldn't escape the fate of being hunted. The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled were all dead, and the young and strong were all seriously wounded, and they were surrounded by the people of the Holy Witch like pigs and sheep about to be slaughtered.

He Shu's spiritual power was greatly damaged, and he could only hold Ling Xiao tightly in his arms, curled up in a ball like the rest of the bat group.

"Hahaha, this harvest is very rich!" a young man smiled coldly, as if what he saw in front of him was not a living life, or maybe they had already seen such a scene. It's just a low-level demon beast, how is it different from yesterday's dinner?

"Naturally, it looks like I'm about to break through again!" the other pointed at a slightly younger woman, who was still spitting at him in the face with blood on her chest. The man immediately felt that he couldn't hold his face, and slapped the girl in the face, and the girl didn't even say a word, and she didn't breathe on the spot.

The people of the Bat Clan couldn't help but be angry, and He Shu's friend flew up violently and wanted to fight for this girl, but his body was just less than two feet off the ground, and the young man swept over directly with a palm, he was already seriously injured, and he actually spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, rolled his eyes, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh! look at you!" the young man looked at the one behind him with disgust, "I told you not to mess around!

The young man in the back snorted disdainfully, and untied the body bag from his waist, "What are you afraid of, these two belong to me! ”

The previous one turned his head impatiently and said to himself, "Wait for the Holy Maiden to come, I will be unhappy again!"

Saintess, for some reason, his heart suddenly soured, and his forehead hurt violently. He painfully pressed his hand to the pain point between his forehead, a little overwhelmed. I don't know what is so special about this Holy Witch Clan's Holy Maiden, why she has such a big reaction when she mentions herself! Think about it carefully, when the Crow Clan was exterminated by the Holy Witch Clan, he and Ling Xiao were playing in this Bat Clan, so he was lucky enough to escape, and it was the first time he saw the true bodies of these Holy Witch Clan's "demons" today, and that Holy Maiden had no intersection.

But what was the heart-rending sourness in his heart? He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his emotions, and the sourness was indeed greatly relieved. Maybe it hurt his heart, he thought to himself. However, none of this mattered, and he slightly loosened the fingers holding Ling Xiao so that she could breathe more easily. Ling Xiao's little face was hidden under his wide robe, sleeping soundly. I'm going to get out!" he told himself to be sober. Although he and Ling Xiao had lived here for several years and relied on the care of the Bat Family, it was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't help but be afraid of his selfish thoughts. However, even if he is selfish, what about his spiritual power, which has now been cultivated to the level of the Seven Songs, if he is not in love with the war, what is the possibility of escaping with Ling Xiao?

The crow clan must have descendants. He shrunk his body again, making himself less visible to the group. At this moment, there was a huge forest behind him, if he could enter the forest and fly into the deepest part of the forest, he believed that he would be very likely to continue to live with Ling Xiao, and now there was only one chance left.

The sound of broken horses' hooves came from far and near, and He Shu saw a girl of his age sitting on the horse's back. The girl, dressed in a blue dress, jumped off the horse.

"Why, there are only a few people in this bat clan?" Unexpectedly, as soon as the girl spoke, He Shu's brows furrowed, it turned out that the people of this holy witch clan were all the same cold and mean. The girl suddenly noticed something, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Strange!" She suddenly raised her eyes, "There are people from the Crow Clan here?"

He Shu's heart suddenly tightened, and he said that he was too focused on escaping just now, so he actually leaked his spiritual power?

"How is that possible! this is the land of the Bat Clan!" the latter boy glanced at her, "Your dog's nose doesn't work when it fails, don't talk nonsense!"

"Impossible!" the girl didn't give up, still taking a deep breath, "Strange, there's no such breath anymore." ”

"Don't be surprised! When will her holy witch velvet come, everyone can't wait! Let everyone wait for her every time, excuse me!"

The young man at the beginning lowered his voice, "Let's say a few words! In the past few years, my father has been in retreat, and the saint is in charge of all the big and small affairs in the clan, and if you provoke her, it will not be good for all of us." ”

The girl replied disdainfully, "Wu Kuoshuang, don't be so afraid of her, everyone is the children of the father, who is much more noble than whom! I agree with Wu Kuonai this time, why do we wait for her every time!"

Wu Kuoshuang hurriedly whispered, "Sissi, my good sister, why are you still stirring up trouble here, don't say a few words!"

The willful man named Wu Qianqian shook off his hand, suddenly stopped his movements, and took a deep breath, "Don't move!

"What?" the crowd was puzzled.

"The taste of the crows. After saying that, he walked towards the captive crowd.

"You're not finished!" Wu Kuo Nai was very impatient. But he didn't wait for Wu Qianqian's answer, only to see Wu Qianqian throw out a dark green dagger from her cuff and cross her chest, approaching the crowd step by step.

"What kind of illness is this!" Wu Kuo Nai yelled impatiently.

He Shu was already in a cold sweat with fright at this time, and he only suppressed his breath even more, trying his best to restrain his trembling body.

"Strange, it's gone again!" Wu Qianqian said, turning her head and looking at the people in front of her.

"What are you doing today!" Wu Kuonai's voice was already very polite, "Didn't the crow clan have been wiped out by your father two years ago?

Speaking of this, Wu Qianqian couldn't help but stomp her feet hatefully, "Brother, you don't know! That was a low-level mission, and you were all sent to the north, so you weren't on the scene." At that time, my father was the only one with a few of us girls, and it was clear that there were two crows missing! One of them was said to have the spiritual power of Qiqu, and the other was a baby of Yuanqu!"

"The best of cultivation!" Wu Kuo Nai couldn't help but sigh, "No, how could you allow such a thing to happen? Father's mistake? Or is it the mistake of any of you?"

Wu Qianqian's fists clenched tighter, "Hmph, who else can it be, just look at who hasn't arrived today!"

"Holy Witch Velvet?" Wu Kuoshuang, who was listening on the side, couldn't help but interject, and suddenly felt a little inappropriate as soon as the words came out, and couldn't help but swallow the second half of the sentence again.

"Don't be funny!" Wu Kuo Nai didn't believe it, "Although Wu Rong Rong has a weak personality, he can't deal with two low-level demon beasts!"

"You don't know what's going on!" Wu Kuo Rong Rong twitched the corners of her mouth, as if this kind of gossip made her very satisfied, she motioned to Wu Koonai to lean down, and tiptoed to whisper to him, "What! What you said is true?"

"My brother, can you be quiet!" Wu Qianqian obviously didn't expect him to be so loud, but this reaction, she was very satisfied.

"Father didn't punish her?" Wu Koonai didn't want to restrain his voice, it seemed that he deliberately said it to others, arousing the curiosity of all the Holy Witch people present.

"What do you say!" Wu Qianqian pouted angrily, "Not only did she not, but she also punished me for a hundred years of spiritual power, saying that I deliberately framed her!"

"If you don't have any evidence or evidence, you don't blame your father!" "Father's majesty is still very shocking to Wu Kuonai, although he doesn't like the holy witch Velvet like Wu Xiqian, and even thinks that even her ability may be an exaggeration of his father. In his heart, although he has always been dissatisfied with his father's early establishment of the saint, because when it comes to ability, he doesn't think that it is either her Wu Rong Rong or her Wu Xiqian. There is no need for a woman to be in charge of the Holy Witch Clan! The Holy Maiden or something, in his eyes, no matter who she is, is an existence that he cannot recognize. Speaking of the future successor of the Holy Witch Clan, where is he Wu Kunai? Even in their generation, he is the top in all aspects, and even his father has said more than once that he is the most similar to him.

Therefore, if everything is really as Wu Qianqian said, then Wu Rongrong actually shamelessly did something with a low-level demon **, wouldn't it be the best time to bring her down! He looked at Wu Qianqian who was still sulking beside him, and couldn't help but feel a burst of disgust in his heart, only reckless behavior can't achieve anything great at all! In this way, it seems that once Wu Rongrong loses trust in his father, his father will never choose this Wu Qianqian as the next patriarch of the Holy Witch Clan! Wu Qianqian does have some cleverness, but it's a pity that she is too exposed, and she doesn't seem to have a city mansion.

As if the weight of the overthrowing witch velvet was in his hand at this moment, an imperceptible smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

He made a secret note as if the position of the patriarch of the Holy Witch was already in his pocket.

A crisp sound of horses' hooves approached, and a red-clothed witch velvet was late. An extremely familiar fragrance drifted all the way into He Shu's nose with Wu Velvet, and suddenly, the indescribable sourness seemed to be churning out from the bottom of his heart, and it rushed straight to his nose, his tear glands, and two lines of tears dripped down without warning, very bitter.

Before He Shu could be surprised, the sourness suddenly climbed between his eyebrows again, and an unforgettable pain seemed to be about to drill out of his forehead. He looked around vigilantly, and found that no one noticed him at the moment, so he endured the pain and the inexplicable welling tears in his eyes, and moved gently behind him. However, the pain in his forehead tortured his willpower like peeling skin and bones, and he was tormented with every movement.