Ying Xiangmian didn't answer Xiong Taihong's words, he asked Lu Yi to hide behind the purple-clothed beauty, and then turned around and said faintly: "This deer is obviously the fruit of the labor of the unknown mountain, and you are just a group of people who pick it up cheaply." ”

After Xiangmian finished speaking, the Shenshuang kitchen knife appeared, and the whole person walked towards Xiong Taihong and the mercenaries beside him.

She shouted loudly: "You already have tens of thousands of herbs and hundreds of dead animals in your hands, there is no need to fight to the death with me for a little fragrant deer!"

Xiong Taihong's eyes were bloodshot, and he replied: "A fragrant deer can be sold for 10,000 gold, we want this deer, and we also want all the valuable things on the mountain." ”

Xiong Taihong's words fell into the ears of the mercenaries beside him, and they also took out their blades and shot out to meet them.

It's a pity that some of them, except for Xiong Taixiao, who abdicated and became the second leader, has the strength to fight, and the others are at the Xuanzhi level, just like rookies, and they can't resist for long.

I saw that Xiangmian was like a ghost crawling out of the underworld, and it was a demon who specialized in the neck, cutting the throat with a knife, and cutting the throat with a knife, invincible.

She said to the mercenaries who were constantly moving forward: "A gentleman loves money, and he takes it in a good way, so don't destroy all life for a little money." ”

"Today you destroy this mountain, tomorrow you destroy that mountain, how many mountains in this world are there for you to plunder, and when all life on the mountain is gone, what else can you do to make money?"

Xiangmian resisted and comforted her bitterly, but no one could listen to her words.

But they looked at her like the god of wealth in the way, eager to strip her skin, eat her flesh, and drink her blood.

This killing made Song Yu and Xiong Taixiao also frightened, and they didn't dare to move a little.

In less than thirty quarters of an hour, half of the 118 mercenaries had died on the ground.

The wind doesn't move, the trees don't shake, the screams don't scream, and the surroundings suddenly become silent!

The wolf howls in the distance continued, and the smell of blood continued to evaporate in the air, and the taste was a little disgusting.

However, the trees were quiet and the wind did not stop, and the other half of the people, their faces were gradually turning blue-green, their ears were pointy, and their fangs were protruding, and their eyes were even more hollow, like large black holes without pupils.

"Oh no, they've mutated!" Song Yu screamed in fright.

"Auntie, what's the mutation?" asked as the goosebumps rolled up all over Xiangmian's body, and her shoulders kept shaking.

Mrs. Xiong also shouted in fright: "It's the curse of the mountain!

Xiong Taixiao held his head, and his gaffe really didn't look like a respected old man.

"Old fellow, what kind of ghost story are you talking about? stop screaming at that, hurry up and say it?" Xiangmian asked nervously, standing across from them, looking at the mutating people.

"This story starts with a bat...... "Mrs. Xiong shouted opposite the cotton.

"Almost five hundred years ago, a terrible plague broke out in Nancheng, and this disease spread to ten, ten, and hundreds...... Xiong Taixiao said nervously.

"Old man, don't talk so far! Ying Xiangmian was so anxious that she was about to vomit blood, and she wanted to know how to deal with the mutation.

And at such a tense juncture, do you think she doesn't want to run away? Does she want to listen there?

This is because there is no way, she is timid, her legs are like being filled with cement at the moment, unless someone attacks, so that her instinctive escape consciousness movement, it is impossible for her body to move half a minute.

"The old man said the way!" Xiangmian shouted excitedly.

But Xiong Taixiao didn't hear it, and kept telling the story of the bat: "Then there was a bat spirit called Jutou in Nancheng, which had been cultivated for thousands of years, and it took away this plague with its own strength and cured thousands of people in the city. ”

"The kind and careful chrysanthemum, in order to make the people no longer sick, it returned to the deep mountains and old forests to live in seclusion, and even dressed up its offspring as inedible. ”

"And before going back, tell the people of Nancheng that they can't eat its offspring for the rest of their lives, otherwise the disaster will return to the world, which will not only harm one person in Nancheng, but the people of the entire Xuanling Continent!"

Mrs. Xiong's mouth is like a certain Shao, when he talks about advertisements, he beeps and beeps and keeps talking, his mouth is like a cannon, and the fast, ruthless and accurate words clearly instill every word into Xiangmian's mind.

Looking at the bat corpses hanging on the tent, Xiangmian was suspicious in his heart: "Even if you look like a ghost, you can't escape the fate of being eaten by people............

Xiong Taihong and his subordinates kept their saliva uncontrollably, and their whole bodies began to move mechanically.

The cold sweat on the head of the fragrant cotton was like unscrewing the water on the tap, and the stiff arms that were frightened began to move.

She took out the ice and fire kitchen knife, Song Yu also took out the long sword, the ink pool opened its fangs, and the small flame on the tail of the tea wuwu also lit up, but the old man who was talking about the story just now was gone.

"Ink pool and tea wu, don't make a move, be careful of secondary infection! and aunt, you also hide a little farther, just let me Song Heng come!" Xiangmian shouted with concern.

For myself, for my family, for the dawn of the people, for the people of the world, and my girl's dream of being a hero, Xiangmian clenched the kitchen knife and roared: "Kill... Kill... Kill!"

A fire dragon roared out on the left, and a frost dragon on the right galloped up, and the frost wind and fire rain continued to fly in the sky in a clearing in the unknown mountain.

The rooster crowed, and it was dawn.

Ying Xiangmian sat on the ground in tatters and cried "wow", and the bloodstained god and demon kitchen knife was thrown by her on both sides.

While crying, she regretted in her heart: "It's too difficult to be a hero, it's too scary to kill, I want my mother to accompany me, I want my father to love, I want to eat snacks, and I want to watch handsome guys at home... ”

The sun was sprinkled on the earth, revealing a vast piece of gold, and the corpse was lying peacefully on the ground, without its previous hideous appearance, chaotic and lively.

Ying Xiangmian wiped away her tears, took back the kitchen knife, sorted out her clothes, looked at this peaceful piece, and sighed in her heart: "Desire, .................."

A raging fire that burns everything clean.

Dead bodies, bat corpses, blood-stained tents burned in the raging fire, making a "creaking" sound.

Aunt Song Yu, Mochi, and Chawu came over from a distance and accompanied Xiangmian.

Song Yu patted Xiangmian on the shoulder and said, "Heng'er, let go of these! Let's go home quickly!"

Xiangmian showed a shallow smile and said: "Auntie, Heng'er has really grown up, aunt, you better go back first! Heng'er has a friend to pick up, and he also wants to go to Nancheng alone to relax." ”

In fact, Song Yu never left, nor did she hide, she watched everything about Xiangmian not far away, as long as she was in danger, she would immediately go up to help.

But Heng'er made her very proud, he was so strong, brave, and intelligent, and never let himself fall into the slightest danger, so she nodded in agreement.