Seeing that the little girl had come to him, Ying Ziyu hurriedly stepped forward to block her way.

The girl raised her eyes and glanced at the guy with a smirk, but what she said made Ying Ziyu stiffen: There are people lying there in the alley, I saw it, what are you hiding about?"

"You don't understand this, are they, they're taking a nap!"

"Oh?" the little girl finally looked at the guy in front of her.

I saw that the person in front of me was dressed in red, with a jade belt around his waist, white and tender skin, white teeth and red lips, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes that seemed to be seductive on the bridge of his nose.

The little girl looked at Ying Ziyu and said in her heart: This kind of appearance is rare, but he is full of lies, and his words are boundless, as the saying goes, "The more handsome a man is, the worse he is", which is true at all.

"Anyone else is bleeding while sleeping?" said the little girl mockingly.

Ying Ziyu couldn't pretend to be able to pretend to be able to say this, so he shrugged his shoulders with his hands and said, "These two people were sent by a certain divine family to kidnap the city lord's daughter, and they happened to be bumped into by me in this alley." After I fought them, I killed both of them by mistake! Now I'm ......."

Before Ying Ziyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the girl's gun: "Do you usually miss twice in a row?"

"This ......"

Ying Ziyu was stunned by the question, and instantly felt that she couldn't talk anymore with this innocent and cute little girl, and every word she said was either sarcastic or sarcastic.

"Believe it or not, they have accomplices, and they are now fighting with Miss Nawen's escort team in the distance, and I am going to rush over to help!"

Ying Ziyu said, and with a leap of strength, he jumped onto the wall of the courtyard in front of the house.

"Are you going to help them kidnap Miss Wen?" the little girl asked innocently.

Ying Ziyu felt unreasonable for the first time when he heard this, and he didn't want to say anything more and was about to leave.

But I only heard the little girl say again: "I am the daughter of the city lord in your mouth!"

Ying Ziyu's body stiffened, and he turned to look at the white-clothed girl who was standing below and was looking up at him at this time, and her eyes could not hide the color that she had never expected.

Ying Ziyu jumped to the ground, looked at the white and pure girl in front of her, and couldn't help but confirm: "You are really the daughter of the city lord?

"I thought they were walking slowly, so I ran out first!"

The little girl said, walking past Ying Ziyu into the alley.

Ying Ziyu looked at her slender back, and followed with a little hesitation.

And when Ying Ziyu followed the little white girl past the two corpses, the latter paused, swept his big eyes over the two of them, and muttered in a low voice: "I slept so soundly!"

The corners of Ying Ziyu's mouth twitched when he heard this, but it was not easy to attack, so he could only endure it.

"What's your name?" asked Ying Ziyu after a brief pause.

"What's your name?" asked the little girl.

Ying Ziyu hesitated for a while and then gritted his teeth and said, "Ying Ziyu!"

And sure enough, the girl said with a surprised face: "Isn't this a girl's name?"

"Then you should tell me your boy's name!" Ying Ziyu replied not to be outdone.

"Oh, my name is Wen Wen, you can also call me Qianqian, that's what my father and brother call me like that. ”

"Wenwen?Qianqian?" Ying Ziyu felt that his head was dizzy, and he couldn't figure out what these two names were, so he casually asked, "Which 'Wen'?"

"It's that Wen who is gorgeous and brothic!"

"Wenhua Ruojin?" Ying Ziyu muttered to herself, "Then what's your surname?"

"The surname is Wen!" Wen Qianqian pretended to be helpless and said, "Didn't you say it just now?"

"It's Wen again!" Ying Ziyu felt more and more confused, "Wen Wenwen?"

"No!" Wen Qianqian shook her head.

"Isn't it?" Ying Ziyu's face was a little unsightly, "What's your last name?"

"My surname is Wen!"

"What's it called?"

"Wen Wen!"

"Alas! forget it!" Ying Ziyu waved his hand weakly, his name was just a title, so he didn't have to care too much. ”

But Wen Qianqian didn't give up, and was very persistent in letting Ying Ziyu understand what her name was, and chirped in the latter's ear, "My surname is Wen, my name is Wenwen, not Wen Wenwen!"

Ying Ziyu didn't care what she was called, but she felt a little comfortable that she had finally broken the deadlock that she had been so angry that her chest was stuffy.

As a result, in the end, Wen Qianqian suddenly smiled weirdly at Ying Ziyu, which made Ying Ziyu feel a little frightened.

"Do you really want to call me Wen Wenwen?"

Although Ying Ziyu was a little flustered by her sudden and solemn question, she still warned herself that she couldn't coax it, so she held her head high and said: "I'll call you Wen Wenwen, what's wrong!

Then Wen Qianqian heard this, and suddenly showed an innocent smile on her slightly pale and somewhat sick face, and then put her face in front of Ying Ziyu and said quietly: "The three words 'Wen Wenwen' are not something anyone can scream, you have to think clearly, Xiao Yuyu!"

Ying Ziyu pursed his lips and said nonchalantly: "It's up to you! Anyway, I'm not an ordinary person!"

And when the two of them were talking and talking as they walked, they had already walked out of the alley and entered a green, quiet and beautiful green garden.

Ying Ziyu's eyes swept along the straight road where the shadows of the mottled trees were reflected, and soon he saw an old man sitting on a bench on the side of the road not far away.

The old man had a rickety back, a gray plain shirt, gray hair, the skin on his face was shriveled, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked like an old dragon clock with a capital letter.

And he was sitting there with his back bent at this time, as if he didn't know the proximity of Ying Ziyu and Wen Wen.

"Wen Wenwen!" Ying Ziyu shouted to the girl beside her, but her eyes were still staring at the old man.

Wen Qianqian replied nonchalantly: "What to do?"

Wen Qianqian always lowers her eyes when she doesn't speak, with a sense of loneliness, which is easily reminiscent of black, and has a sickly feeling. And that's what she looks like at this time.

Ying Ziyu naturally didn't have time to care if she was sick or not at this time, and all her attention was focused on the old man.

"Have you ever heard of the knight team escorting the princess was robbed by the rebels, the knights and the rebels were inseparable, the princess took advantage of the chaos to escape, thinking that she had escaped but was in the arms of the enemy and let herself fall into an isolated and helpless situation, and then a young man fell from the sky and fought fiercely against the enemy to save the princess out of the tiger's mouth?"

Wen Qianqian frowned when she heard this, and said unhappily: "How can I have heard this story with such a long name!"

"Then you're done, because you're the man in the story now!"

As they spoke, they had come to the old man in gray, who was still hunched on his back and his head unmoving, as if he were dead.

Ying Ziyu pushed Wen Qianqian forward, and said to her very seriously: "Go forward, don't look back, remember to tell your father when you go back that it was a ranger boy named Ying Ziyu who sacrificed his life......"

Before Ying Ziyu finished speaking, Wen Qianqian turned around and walked forward, stepping on the small broken steps heartlessly.

Ying Ziyu stood in place with his mouth slightly open, looking at the white back of his stinky sister and said viciously in his heart: Xiao Mushroom Liang, you successfully made Ying Shao remember you!

When Yingziyu was grinding his teeth, there was a sudden unpleasant sound behind him like a dead branch being broken.

He turned around and saw that the half-dead old man in gray had risen from the bench.

"Little boy, you shouldn't be such a hero. Because you're going to die for it!"

Ying Ziyu had goosebumps just by listening to the old man in gray talking, so he said with a smile: "Old man, if you can't speak well with this voice, don't say it." The three words of your little boy make me feel like I am being scratched by a cat's paws. ”

Who knew that the gray-clothed old man would instantly become angry when he heard Ying Ziyu say this, and he jumped like thunder, judging from the previous pretending to be a ghost and melancholy and deep appearance.

"It's really a cheap bone with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and I don't know it's dying until I die!"

Ying Ziyu frowned immediately when he heard the three words of the cheap bone, and then didn't fight with him more, his body jumped back a few zhang distance, took the longbow on his back with his left hand, and drew arrows from the arrow box with his right hand.

The young man bent his bow and arrows, his eyes were sharp, and the arrows shot at the gray-clothed old man like a black dragon crossing a river.

"It's hard for your daughter's arms to pull such a big bow. But today it is still impossible to escape death!"

The old man in gray said as he reached forward with his withered palm, which was as thin as an eagle's claw, and grasped the arrow firmly in his hand with understatement.

I saw that as soon as he exerted his strength slightly, the arrows made of steel were directly grasped and twisted and deformed.

Ying Ziyu was shocked when he saw this, and secretly said that it was not good.

But no matter how the heart turns over the river and the sea, Ying Ziyu is silent on his face.

The gray-clothed old man threw aside the scrap iron strips in his hand, thinking that the pink-faced little student in front of him had been so frightened by his own hand that he didn't dare to move, so he proudly walked over and captured him, and then broke the bones one by one.

But before he could step out, he heard two sharp winds in quick succession, and two more arrows coming towards him.

Ying Ziyu fired two arrows in succession, and regardless of the result, he turned around and escaped into the grove of this green garden.

"Where to go!" The old man in gray saw that Ying Ziyu was so cunning, and a huge force in his body instantly burst out, lifting the benches behind him away, and the two arrows were easily bounced away.

Ying Ziyu felt the rising breath of the gray-clothed old man, and couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, but he was taken aback: "Soul Cultivation? It seems that he has been deceived, and he only has Wu Xiu to say!"

I saw that behind the old man, the space fluctuated and distorted, and then a ten-meter-high brown giant bear light and shadow appeared.

This is the ability that Divine Spirit Cultivators will get when they cultivate to the first small realm, "Red Spirit", [Shadow Summoning] - summon the shadow of their own spirit to fight together, and every move will be endowed with various powers of their own spirit.

The old man in gray stretched out his right hand, and saw a cloud of earthy yellow light turn into a huge bear paw attached to it, which was extremely eye-catching.

Then the old man in gray tore the tree with the thickness of an adult's waist with his bear paw against the block, and the leafy tree was torn to pieces.

"So strong?" Ying Ziyu saw that the person who came could tear the tree with his bare hands after summoning the spirit, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"It seems that I have practiced some strange arts earlier, and some of them are no longer in my sights. No matter how strange the magic is, if you can't practice it to the high and low level, it will only be a sideshow, and it will be vulnerable in the face of true power!"

Ying Ziyu made up his mind in his heart, after going back, he must face the wall and think about it, and from then on, he will guard against arrogance and arrogance, and concentrate on cultivation.

But he had to get through the current catastrophe before he could say anything.

"You know that I deliberately provoked you to fight me, so that Wen Wenwen could go back to the City Lord's Mansion to move the rescue soldiers, but she is still so unstoppable, aren't you afraid that the City Lord will die when you die?"

Ying Ziyu shouted at the gray-clothed old man behind him who was chasing him like a brute beast and wreaking havoc all the way, while biting his fingertips and trying to draw a wind spell with blood.

It's just that there were several attempts in a row, but none of them succeeded.

And behind him, the distance between the old man and himself is getting closer and closer.

To be continued