Han Youran thought to himself that if he continued to consume like this, he really couldn't do it, and he would only weaken himself more and more. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since there is a strangeness, then draw out this strangeness, understand it, use a sickle, no matter what the result is, you can't go on like this.

Han Youran's voice spread out one after another in this forest of despair.

As a result, there was still no answer, Han Youran's eyes were fierce, he put the sickle in his hand to his shoulder, reached out and grabbed a branch on the tree, and said, "I'm going to do it!"

After speaking, his eyes turned to look around, and after not seeing any movement, he no longer hesitated, and with a force in his hand, he pulled down a leaf from the branch.

Compared to her momentum, this shot looks much cuter.

Han leisurely grasped the branch, his pupils shrunk a little, and he still turned left and right, looking around.

Suddenly, he turned around again, and the scythe was in front of him, but there was nothing.

Han Youran nodded and smacked his lips, "Okay! If you don't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the thin line branch and pulled it hard, the thin line branch was unexpectedly fragile, and she pulled it hard, and the other party simply broke it, so that she planted several steps to the side before she barely fell.

Han Youran exhaled a breath, and the demonstration seemed to wave the thin branch in his hand, "If you don't come out again, I'm going to cut down the tree!"

The thin branch was smashed to the ground by her, and it broke off a section when she smashed it, and it was brittle and couldn't catch up with the paper paste.

Han Youran stared vigilantly at the movements around him, and the other party was very calm.

Since this is the case, don't blame me for being unkind, Han Youran thought in his heart, and the sickle in his hand was thrown up in mid-air, and when it fell, he directly cut down the tree that was chosen by Han Youran.

The sword wind howled, and when it reached the tree, it suddenly stopped.

Han Youran's pupils shrank suddenly, put away the sickle in front of him, and took a few steps back, staring at the tree vigilantly.

The trunk of the tree began to twist, gradually forming a somewhat old-looking human face, with a nose and eyes.

The eyes of the man's face first fell on the branches of the tree that had been broken into several pieces on the ground, and then he looked at Han Youran.

When the gaze of that person's face fell on Han Youran, Han Youran only felt that at that moment, he seemed to be being watched by all the trees, flowers and plants around him, and that feeling was very uncomfortable!

"Are you the master of this Forest of Despair?" Han leisurely suppressed that uncomfortable feeling and asked.

The voice of the human face is ancient, and the answer to the question is not the one asked, "Gods and demons coexist, and you are the chosen one." ”

Han Youran's pupils flickered, and he asked tentatively, "What was I chosen?"

The face continued to answer the question, "Master, waiting for you, you can go." ”

When the words fell, Han Youran only felt that there was another powerful attraction under his feet, and almost instantly, his lower body had been sucked into the dirt under his feet.

Han Youran hurriedly shouted, "My friend, others, don't hurt her......"

Before Han Youran's words were finished, he was completely sucked into the ground.

The faces on the trunk of the tree also quietly dispersed, and everything here returned to normal, even the broken branches on the ground were reconnected back to the tree, and the previous leaf also flew back.