Lynn's dreams.

The night of the full moon is supposed to be an extremely beautiful scenery, a time for the family to enjoy the moon together, or to drink with the moon alone.

Either way, the moon always holds a lot of things, even though the moon itself doesn't know it.

But, the full moon has only one day per month.

People always like to treat scarce things as treasures. For example, once a year, for example, once every three years, and the same is true of the full moon.

It's a pity that the scenery that was originally nice could not be reflected in this mansion.

The flames flowed, and the barrier blocked the view, and the moonlight.

And within the barrier, corpses and blood were randomly sprinkled in the courtyard, taking the place of the moonlight.

Linlin hid in the shadow of the eaves, not daring to move.

I don't know what the texture is, but it doesn't look extraordinary, and even Grandma looks nervous.

Moreover, it is not only the ground that has lines, but also the pillars.

On the pillar not far from where Linlin was hiding, there were lines spreading.

Fortunately, the pillar beside him has no lines, otherwise Linlin would probably be scared and flee directly.

As time passed, the temperature within the entire barrier gradually increased, as if it had been scorched by flames. In fact, it's scorched by flames, but the flames come from overhead.

As the temperature rises, the spices of Sixi Wen gradually become weaker, at least not like before, you can only smell the spices of Sixi Wen, but you can't smell the smell of people.

Now, the smell of blood, grass and people, is gradually emerging. Moreover, as the temperature continues to rise, the sweat of the human body will produce a stronger smell.

Perhaps, I can find the so-called young master and help my grandma.

This thought flashed, but Linlin still restrained herself and did not act rashly.

At the very least, it's never too late to see what this pattern is.

"Come on, let you see the spell of the immortal family, the thirteen swords in a chain of death!"

Zhang Shisan Dao's hands were sealed, and he saw that the entire line began to glow with golden light.

The golden light did not stay, but flashed along the entire pattern, as if something was running on the pattern.

Zhang Shisandao's face was solemn, coupled with the previous injuries and bleeding, and the fact that he was injured again in order to cast this spell, the whole person stood there strongly.

Enough, though.

The spell of the immortal family is enough to kill the fox spirit.

"Flutter!"

The little fox suddenly laughed,

"Are you sure this is the spell of the Immortal Family? Thirteen Swords in a Deadly Chain? It's not like the name that the Immortal Family would take. ”

This smile, and this question, wiped out the tension.

Zhang Shisandao wanted to continue to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have anything to say.

Say what?

To refute and prove that the name really comes from the Immortal Family?

Once these words are spoken, they make the battle even more ridiculous, and it becomes like a child playing a house.

If you don't say it, it seems that you are like being said, as embarrassing as being exposed by magic.

Even, if Zhang Shisan Dao wants to continue to be angry and wants to continue to maintain his killing heart, he always seems to remember that question, why is it called the Thirteen Knives of Death?

Sounds a bit dirty.

Zhang Shisandao closed his eyes and tried to adjust his breathing, trying to get rid of this effect.

Fox: "Don't pretend, I know you're a good person, why do you deliberately want to kill me against your heart?"

"No, no, no, I can't talk to you, the vixen's tongue is too strong!"

The little fox suddenly stretched out his tongue, licked his lips, and said charmingly: "How do you know the power of the concubine's tongue? Could it be that Thirteen often calls the concubine at night?

"Humph!"

Zhang Shisandao let go of his hands again, adjusted his breathing again, and started to seal again.

The little fox sighed and said, "Hey, are we really going to fight? You are almost unsteady, why are you so persistent? Even if you kill me, what can you do?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the tricks!"

The golden light flashed, but this time, it was no longer just a flash.

A knife flew out from under the beneath the fox's feet, flashing with a golden light.

Although the little fox was talking, he was always on guard, and the slender nails had not disappeared, which was the best proof.

He took half a step back slightly, not because of the subtlety of the little fox's body, but because he only had time to take half a step back, the knife had already flown out from under his feet.

From the bottom to the top, it seems to split the little fox in half.

Bite!

There was a crunch, and something spun and fell into the distance.

It's the nail of a raccoon.

There was no time to dodge, so I had to block.

Unexpectedly, his nails were shaved off.

What I didn't expect was that the back of the fox's hand was bleeding.

Zhang Shisandao: "See, this is the spell of the immortal family, you are dead!"

The little fox looked at the back of his hand, the opening was so bright, so eye-catching.

Hurt yourself with just one move?

Zhang Shisandao: "What are you looking at!"

The golden light flashed again, and another knife flew out from the beneath the little fox.

This time, the little fox had an expectation and barely dodged the knife's attack.

"It's just beginning!"

Zhang Shisan Dao was a little crazy, as if he knew that his plan was about to succeed, and so many arrangements were made to kill the fox spirit.

How can you hesitate, how can you be merciful?

Zhang Thirteen Dao urged the magic circle, and golden light flashed on the lines.

Every flash is the flight of a knife.

The raccoon dodges, but can only dodge.

Fortunately, this attack method is relatively simple, the golden light appeared, and a knife flew out, barely able to dodge.

"I can only dodge, right?"

Zhang Shisan Dao looked at the little fox who was constantly moving in the courtyard, the figure was indeed fast, but the flash of golden light was faster.

Yikes!

The raccoon was hit again, but was not injured, but the long sleeves of the silk were shaved off.

The golden light flashed first, and the little fox dodged, barely being attacked.

Just a little hesitation, the sleeve is gone.

If you hesitate a little longer, you guess this arm will be gone.

The little fox stared intently at the lines of the ground, and every time the golden light flashed, a knife appeared, and now, there were twelve knives.

Twelve?

The little fox looked at the twelve knives, all of which were suspended in the air, and did not continue to attack.

There should also be a knife, isn't it said that there are thirteen knives in a chain of death.

The little fox adjusted his breathing, and that continuous dodge did consume a lot of physical strength.

And a knife, where?

The raccoon cub adjusts his breathing while observing the lines on the ground.

Could it be that there are only twelve knives, so what kind of dirty scum name is just bluffing?

The little fox subconsciously looked at Zhang Shisan Dao, but found that the other party's face was pale and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

The golden light appeared, and the knife flew out.

But the fox didn't see the knife, because the golden light didn't flash on the lines of the ground, but from the lines on the pillars.

The pillar, behind the raccoon.

The knife was also behind the raccoon's back.

Yikes!

The knife flew by, splashing with a splash of blood.

The blood flowers flew in the air, turning into beautiful patterns, like the magic of nature, and no one knew what the blood splashed after being slashed by a knife would look like this.

Or, each splash of blood is unique, even if it is slashed again, it is not the same as the previous blood splash.

It's a pity that the blood flower only takes shape in the air, so short a blink of an eye.

Blood was scattered all over the ground, on the ground, on the knife.

Raccoon, fall to the ground.