The rain was heavy, not hurried and a little slow, and the manic fire was not completely extinguished, trying to resist stubbornly, and strive to burn the whole grassland.

Yuan Batian escorted another distance and instructed the three or five fox soldiers: "Remember, as soon as the fire is extinguished, I will do my best to send the children away." ”

"Yes!" the fox soldiers said in unison, and the younger fox soldier couldn't help but ask, this soldier had only joined the army in recent years, and he didn't know much about many things in the army.

"Yuan-sama, what about you, won't you come with us?"

"Nope. Yuan Batian didn't blame him, he didn't have the mood or reason to blame a young fox soldier, and his words of reply were a little softer, not as rough as before.

Yuan Batian turned and walked towards the red-burned colored sky, and his voice called behind him, hoping that he could stay, but he didn't even turn his head.

Walking too slowly, he began to run, his halberd dragging a long line that stretched into the sky. He had waited too long for this moment, and his face was a little perverted red with excitement.

The blood filled the brain, suffocating until it was red, and the tyrannical bloodshot in the eyes was all over, and the distribution was weird and terrifying, making people tremble.

"If you offend my fox clan, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

The arrogant sound wafted throughout the grassland, and Yuan Batian rushed into the battlefield, and with a wave of his halberd, the two good heads of the berserkers were in his pocket.

The red eyes reflected the blood spilled by the enemy, and the cold aura came from all around him, mercilessly robbing the enemy's life.

Kill a demon in ten steps, and the blood will flow for three thousand miles!

The rain was sizzling, the blood flowing in the grassland was diluted over and over again, one by one, and the boredom lingered in the hearts of the anxiously waiting fox soldiers and children.

"If I ever come back, I'll wipe out the orangutans. The young fox soldier looked at the scorching sky in the distance and said through gritted teeth.

"Really?" the black robe stood in front of him, the young body seemed to contain endless power, and the white and tender little hand waved, and the majesty overwhelmed the demons.

Maybe she was tired of playing, and Qing Lin remembered that she still had some things to do. The man didn't come, and the demon spirit power was consumed too much, and it was not suitable to come, all thanks to the cunning elder, of course, it was also possible that he was tired and wanted to rest.

If you're tired, it's okay to take a break, Ghost Face Rakshasa!

Qing Lin was dressed in a black robe, staring at the past, unable to see clearly. It may be a matter of perspective, but only the young fox soldier can clearly see her weird smile under the black robe, her immature and cute face, neat short hair, and chic and delicate headdress.

The smile was weird, it was a smile that didn't fit his age, cruel and ruthless.

The fox soldiers subconsciously protected the children behind them, looking at Qing Lin cautiously and hostilely.

"Qinglin, the orphan of the wolf clan, one of the Eight King Kongs. ”

One of the demons recognized her, and her voice trembled a little, it was fear, not awe.

A dagger blade appeared in the small hand shrouded in the black robe, and the figure swayed, ghostly like a shadow, and the strange afterimage left arcs in the air.

The dagger blade was two or three inches long, with a strange shape, and even a little ugly, and the blood line drawn out of the air was extremely beautiful, and it was a little beautiful.

"Spread out and run. The older fox soldier shouted late, and two of the children had already fallen, and red blood bloomed from their necks, bewitching and beautiful.

Qing Lin was like a lazy cat, shuttling through it like a ghost, not moving her hands for a long time, playing with the fear of her prey, and playing with it until the prey no longer resisted.

Every three breaths, a demon will fall.

Be patient, fear is cultivated slowly.

The dagger blade is not long, but the blood line brought up is extremely long, the blood on the blade has not been broken, and the new blood covers the old blood, with a strong immature fishy smell.

The slightly older fox soldier picked up Bai Jie and fled, not deliberately just taking her away, but just getting closer.

The rain began to rush up, the downpour was only in front of him, Luo Yuan would never allow his plans to be disturbed by a heavy rain, although he felt that the rain was a little strange, but he still did it.

A pillar of dark black light rose from around him and rushed into the sky like fireworks, trying to stop the heavy rain.

The dark black demon spirit power made a half-noise, and the muffled sound was like the sky trembling, and finally calmed down. The gray clouds that had accumulated in the colorful sky moved eastward and converged, as if they had been planned a long time ago.

Bai Ling, Bai Jie, and the other children are right in the east!

Luo Yuan didn't have much surprise on his face, as if he had expected it a long time ago: "If that's the case, can't even I stop it?", but there are still doubts, after all, the strength of the people is there.

His gaze moved eastward with the dark clouds, standing still for a long time, he didn't plan to make a move, but he still made a move.

The dark clouds move eastward and converge, and the rain in the east suddenly increases, and if you are in it, you can clearly feel the strong scouring force.

Qing Lin's ghostly figure slowed down, and the overlapping shadows in the process of movement decreased sharply, and he could almost discern the trajectory of his movements with the naked eye, and then the resistance felt became greater and greater.

"Run away, everyone, the fire will be extinguished, and we will stop her. Three fox soldiers besieged her, trying to buy as much time as possible for the children to escape.

However, it was all in vain, killing two fox soldiers in one breath, and seriously wounding the other.

The badly wounded fox soldier dragged her feet to the death, and with every word he spat out, a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth: "Please, let them go! They are just children, good children, good children like you, good children... Sub ......"

Qing Lin backhanded a dagger, and his bloody hand was cut off, and he reflexively squatted down to pick up the soldier, cut off the head and dragged it for two or three meters, until it was dismembered into seven or eight pieces, and then he loosened the collar he was lifting.

Qing Lin looked at the severed hand that was still holding her leg with disgust, full of disgust and unbearable, and her backhand was a dagger, and her legs were reborn.

The mission can't fail, she has to come for real.

Playtime is over and the slaughter begins.

The young fox soldier didn't know where he got the courage, and rushed straight at her, without any tricks, just stabbing straight at her.

"Ahh

It was his last cry.

The dagger swirled extremely smoothly between the palms of her hands, and the blood lines and drops of blood in the air were uninterrupted, and the short, tall body fell one by one, no longer getting up or breathing.

Qinglin's immature face, blood dotted on it, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, and her happy smile were like a hell blood flower in full bloom.

The pale red blood in the corners of the black robe flowed down with the rain, and the thin arms trembled slightly, as if they were a little excited, so excited that they couldn't help themselves, that was a kind of beauty, that was a kind of enjoyment.

"Hahaha..."

The childish children's voice echoed in the sky, revealing cruelty in the beautiful sound, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.