"What if he is injured, what if he doesn't save Zhang Yinghan and is heartbroken?" Xia whispered and leaned into Long Hui's arms and choked up: "Zhang Yinghan used to be the person he loved deeply, if she died, I can imagine how sad Feng'er would be." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"He's hurt enough, I don't want to see him hurt again, even if it's a minor. ”

After speaking, Xia quietly buried his head in Long Hui's arms and sobbed softly.

She had shed too many tears for the cold wind.

Long Hui gently patted his wife's back, and didn't know what to say for a while. He had a superior level of eloquence over countless others, but at this time he felt speechless, and after the cold wind returned, the whole family had changed, becoming more vibrant, but also more worried.

The cold wind is still too willful, which always worries Long Hui and Xia Qingyu.

But this is also a normal phenomenon, Leng Feng is only eighteen years old, and it is the time to rebel. No matter how much he has gone through, he still has a rebellious character in his bones, especially for his parents, he is even more rebellious.

In fact, these are all subconscious behaviors, whether they are supernatural or ordinary people, they will inevitably have such a character.

What's more, Long Hui and Xia whispered that Leng Feng also lost the ability to fly.

These scars need time to fade, the cold wind needs time, and what Long Hui and his wife need to do is wait. But while waiting, they experienced more worry, and the cold wind without combat ability was still running around, facing all kinds of unknown dangers, which undoubtedly increased the tension of Long Hui and his wife.

But because of their status, the two were forced to give up many things, such as not being able to travel to Germany to find cold wind, no matter what they were worried about.

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The cold wind slowed his movement this time, and he walked cautiously past where the figure had passed, Hawkeye remained open, ready for any danger.

And he noticed that the figure running with him was standing in a room in front of him, his eyes were watching his direction.

"Depends where you're running this time. Leng Feng snorted, and under the watchful eye of the other man, his body jerked to the right, hiding behind a wall.

He did so that the other party could no longer catch his trace, and before the other party could react, the cold wind moved quickly against the wall, and entered another room in the house.

Leng Feng is to enter another room when that person loses his mind, and use his eagle eye to see clearly whether the other party is a man or a woman.

After chasing for so long, Leng Feng could tell that the other party was a woman from his footprints and figure, but he didn't dare to make up his mind easily until he saw it with his own eyes.

Sometimes, no matter how accurate your intuition is, seeing is not as good as believing.

Leng Feng crouched down against the wall and walked under the window, Hawkeye kept it open, and he only had to stand up sharply to see the dark shadow in the next house.

After crouching under the window for two seconds, the cold wind turned on the countdown, and counted the seconds silently, only three seconds before he would stand up and look at the other side.

After watching the cat-and-mouse game for so long, Leng Feng was already impatient, and even if he shot him, he would catch this person. As long as the other party has Zhang Yinghan's whereabouts, it doesn't matter if she is tortured to extract a confession, Leng Feng will also let her speak.

When the seconds were counted to the last second, Leng Feng jerked to his feet, and the sniper rifle was raised into the air, aiming its muzzle at the dark figure in the building opposite.

The black shadow on the opposite side obviously didn't expect Leng Feng to play such a game, and she reacted when the black muzzle was aimed at her.

And at this time, Leng Feng finally saw the appearance of this black shadow clearly.

It was a very delicate girl, with beautiful long brown hair, but her face was stained with many stains, and it was evident that she had not washed her face for a long time.

And her clothes were dirty, and her figure was very thin, perhaps because of the lack of food.

Leng Feng put his finger on the trigger, resisted the urge to pull the trigger, and shouted in German: "Stand there and don't move, or I'll shoot!"

But the girl's body moved, apparently trying to escape.

When she saw the black muzzle, a look of fear appeared on her face uncontrollably, so she subconsciously made the action of running away.

Leng Feng gritted his teeth, although it would be very bad to do this, but he couldn't let this girl escape anymore, maybe she would have Zhang Yinghan's whereabouts.

"Bang!"

After playing the cat-and-mouse game for so long, Cold Wind finally pulled the trigger on the girl, but instead of flying towards the girl's body, the bullet hit the floor beneath her feet.

No matter how angry Leng Feng is, no matter how much he wants to kill someone, he will not hurt a girl unless she really wants to kill herself.

The bullet pierced the floor, leaving a small hole in the ground, and the dust that had been raised slowly drifted in front of the girl, and this time she did not dare to run away, and stood there with a frightened expression as the cold wind looked.

Leng Feng hung the sniper rifle on his backpack, then jumped through the window to the opposite house, and then climbed over the balcony to the girl.

This girl has always been like holding Leng Feng's nose, and Leng Feng chased her for more than ten minutes, not only very tired, but also very angry.

And it was this girl who attacked him first in the first place, with the character of Cold Wind, if that girl didn't run so fast, he would definitely fight back after being attacked.

But after chasing for so long, Leng Feng calmed down a lot and didn't do anything excessive.

Leng Feng walked up to the girl and stopped, looking at her with glasses without any expression on his face.

The girl subconsciously took a step back, staring at the cold wind with some fear, her hand resting on the tattered satchel on her body, obviously preparing something.

"Hands down!" Leng Feng said in German.

His tone was gloomy, which made the girl even more frightened.

Fear was fear, but the girl obediently complied, and she took her hand out of her tattered satchel, and then put it in front of her, holding it nervously.

Leng Feng took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and said after a while: "Answer my question, and I won't hurt you." ”

The girl didn't speak, she lowered her head, waiting for the cold wind to ask.

"What's your name?" Leng Feng asked the most common question.

"Nancy, my name is Nancy. The girl replied with her head bowed.

"Why did you attack me?"

"Because you're an intruder. ”

"What do you mean by an intruder?" Leng Feng frowned, a little puzzled by Nancy's answer, "You mean to say that I broke into your territory, right?"

Nancy nodded and said in a low voice, "The Elder said that no outsiders are allowed to enter Slova; ”

"Wipe out ......" Leng Feng repeated these two words, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

His look made Nancy subconsciously take a step back, but she suddenly found herself with nowhere to retreat because there was a wall behind her.

"Nancy, I am satisfied with your answer, and I will not pursue what you just attacked me. As he spoke, Leng Feng looked at the time on his left watch, and found that it was already five o'clock in the morning, and it would be dawn in another hour.

"I'll ask you some more questions, and I need you to give me accurate answers. Leng Feng said.

Nancy didn't dare to meet the cold wind's eyes, she just nodded slightly.

"What's going on in this town, and who is the Elder?"

This is what Leng Feng wants to know the most, Zhang Yinghan's whereabouts are important, but Leng Feng must know the situation of this town before he can make an accurate judgment.

Otherwise, he would run around in a strange place, and he wouldn't even know how he died.

"I don't know, but my mother told me that after the town was built, there were a lot of travelers who would pass through our town and go to Rostock in the north. Nancy said with her head down.

Slova is indeed the only way to get to Rostock if you look at the map, and the town is built near a motorway, so many people who drive to Rostock choose to repair it halfway through.

"But then, there were more and more travelers, and there were some bad things in our town. The Elder burned a witch to protect our town, bringing guardians to our town so that outsiders could no longer enter our Slova. ”

"And then you can't leave?" said Leng Feng, frowning.

"Yes, but we prefer to stay here because the elders will protect us and give us everything. Nancy nodded.

Listening to Nancy's words, the cold wind felt more and more that something was wrong, what the hell was the witch who had been burned to death, and what were the bad phenomena.

And Leng Feng felt that the protection in Nancy's mouth sounded no different from captivity.

Because protection comes with a loss of freedom, the people of the town can't leave the place.

But looking at Nancy's appearance, she seems to be enjoying it very much, which makes Leng Feng incomprehensible.

"What are those bad signs?" Leng Feng continued.

"We didn't know that when I was born, the town was already protected. ”

Nancy shook her head, indicating that she didn't know anything about any of this either.

This made Leng Feng even more puzzled, from what she said, this town was undoubtedly completely isolated from the rest of the world, and it was very strange.

The monsters at the entrance to the town, and the empty streets, it's not weird or anything.

"I came across a monster when I entered the town, do you know what it is?" Leng Feng asked, wondering what was in his mind.

The monster's blood also had corrosive abilities, and Leng Feng even wondered if this monster could have been summoned by a stranger.

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