The barefoot man was not afraid to wear shoes, and the farmer did not have a trace of timidity on his face, but his eyes widened, and he stared back at the swordsman and said, "Chiyou is not Chiyou, I don't know." ”

"You!" the swordsman grabbed the placket of his clothes, if it weren't for the fact that everyone was trapped in a nightmare and had not yet woken up, he would have pinched this stinky and shameless guy to death.

"What the hell do you want?" the swordsman said to himself, simply letting go of the hand that was grabbing the other party's collar, and sat down on the other end of the step, asking in a low voice.

The farmer took a sip of the tea in the teacup in his hand and said slowly: "I don't want to do anything, you will know everything when they are sober." ”

The corners of the farmer's mouth were slightly hooked, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to the tea cup in front of the swordsman: "Let's taste this tea now, this is the tea brewed by the first snow......" After speaking, he drank the tea in his hand like no one else.

There really is no better way than to wait. As for this tea, the swordsman raised his head and poured it all in, and it was not poisonous, because if the other party wanted to do it, he would not bother with himself so much.

With his means, if he can quietly make everyone fall for it, he will never take medicine on eating tea, which is too low-end.

The farmer couldn't help laughing when he saw the swordsman drinking tea as if he were drinking wine: "Shaoxia, this is not how to drink tea. ”

The swordsman glanced at him, how to drink, it's my business, I can use you to get in the way, talk a lot?

When the farmer saw him, he stopped talking and said no more. This advice is often against the ear.

The swordsman clenched the teacup, the sea of fire just now was actually a good proof that the danger would not be fatal at all, they were just testing. As long as you can let go of the fear in your heart, you can get out of the predicament.

But how is this news going to be passed on to the others? The swordsman glanced at the farmer, it seemed that his purpose was really not them, what kind of calculation was he playing?

said that on the other side, after killing the wolf, the Flying Swallow Girl and the Fox Beauty broke free from the shackles one after another and came to their senses one after another. Although there were still doubts, I still felt that it was not simple, and they all gathered in the farmer's room. Seeing the swordsman with a black face, he knew that something was wrong.

They all found a place to sit down, and waited for the rest of the people to come to their senses, and in the meantime they looked at the strange farmer from time to time, and the questions in their hearts became more and more numerous.

The bone elf was mired in the mire, and soon it had already submerged to her neck, and at this time she knew that no one would come to such a remote place.

It's better to ask for others than for yourself, she should have figured it out a long time ago. Besides, when I came here for no reason, it must have been done by the farmer.

The bone elf stretched out her hand and tried to tear off the vine on the side of the mire, but with great difficulty, the vine was not far from her. The bad thing is that my body is completely immersed in the mire, and I can't do it at all.

She struggled to move through the swamp, barely getting a little closer to the vine, and was already sweating for a short distance.

She stretched out her hand again, probing the thick vine little by little, the rough touch of her fingertips gradually became clear, and the bone elf grabbed the vine in her hand as soon as she exerted her strength.

Spiritual power cannot be used. But there are still Xuanbing Thorns who can do whatever they want. She wrapped the vine neatly around a section of the Ice Thorn and threw it with all her strength.

The Ice Spike drew a graceful arc in mid-air with the vines, and then went straight down, inverted into the dirt.

The bone elf tried to tug at the vine, but it was okay and should barely support its weight.

She wrapped the vine tightly around her arm, pressed the weight of her entire body against the vine, and gradually climbed out of the mire by inserting the ice thorn into the dirt.

"Whew......" The bone elf gasped, as if he had exhausted all his physical strength.

The mire shrank as the bone elves watched, as if some naturally formed hole in the depths of the earth was sucking them in.

It was dark in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, the bone elf found himself lying on the bed in the thatched hut.

"Swordsman?" she suddenly noticed that several people, including Swordsman, were gone.

Damn, she scolded silently in her heart, but she didn't expect that this little mountain village man actually played with transfer.

She hurriedly got out of bed, raised the curtain, and saw no one. Her gaze moved to another room, where there seemed to be a voice of someone talking.

She took three steps and two steps, and suddenly lifted the curtain, but she was dumbfounded, it turned out that the few people who were missing were here.

"Sit down first!" said the farmer, without even turning his head.

The bone elf's anger was full of anger and there was no place to sprinkle, how could she let go of this good opportunity at a ready-made time. Just as she was about to open her mouth to scold, she saw the swordsman sitting in front of the farmer and shook his head at her.

She frowned and entered the room. However, instead of sitting anywhere, she chose to stand in a corner.

"How many others?" asked the farmer, nonchalantly.

The swordsman glanced at the people in the room and said, "There are three more people." As soon as the three of them arrive, I hope you will keep your promise. ”

The farmer didn't say a word, and played with the teacup in his hand, the tea in which he had drunk long before the bone elf came out. A mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he would not have been able to detect the change unless he had discerned it carefully.

There are also three people, and the dangers they face are the things they fear the most in their hearts. I'm afraid it's not so easy to come out.

In this case, I can finish the errand as soon as possible. This wicked man is not easy to be!

Wu Man'er's voice was a little excited, "Patriarch, Ling'er, don't move. That's it, I'm here to save you. ”

The shadow of the sword flashed around them, and a black silhouette appeared: "Go and unlock the seal of the Martial God Altar, otherwise, you will kill them." ”

Wu Man'er bit her lip, this choice was what she was worried about day and night, once the Martial God Altar was lost, the first thing to suffer was the Divine Wood Forest. When the time comes, what if someone threatens her with everyone's lives!

Unexpectedly, the most feared thing became a reality so quickly.

A stream of blood had already flowed out of the patriarch's neck, and the man continued to scold, "If you hesitate any longer, no one will be able to save you." ”

Wu Man'er trembled and stretched out his fingers, "I, I'll save them." ”

The more she spoke, the more powerless she became, and in the end, she only muttered out a sentence: "You must also keep the seal, until the last moment." ”

The black silhouette ears were surprisingly good, "How can everything in the world go according to your wishes?" As soon as he finished speaking, his hand rose and fell.

The patriarch's blood splattered three feet high, and he collapsed into a pool of his own blood with wide eyes.

The silhouette laughed maniacally: "It seems that one life is not enough to impress you." How about this, it shows my sincerity!" He gestured around Ling'er with a big knife. [.]