Li Qingfeng looked at the great wasteland for thousands of miles, but there was no trace of impatience in his eyes, Andre flew around him like a flower and butterfly, testing his nerves every moment, it was really a place not to practice in life.

After getting along these days, although Andre didn't mention his life experience, Li Qingfeng could also guess which little girl from the necromantic clan should be, her mind was immature, and she just wanted to find something interesting all day long.

However, thanks to the fact that Li Qingfeng met Andre, who was not deeply involved in the world, otherwise, with the relationship between the human race and the necromantic race, their encounter that day would only be a tragedy.

"Slow son, you hurry up and keep up! You're so slow, how can we get there tomorrow? And I'm hungry and wish I could meet someone kind enough. ”

Andre looked back at Li Qingfeng, who was following behind unhurriedly, and couldn't help shouting the nickname she gave Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng, who was originally smiling, couldn't help but twitch his face when he heard Andre say the words 'well-wisher'.

Just as he was about to say something, Li Qingfeng suddenly noticed that several figures appeared faintly in front of them, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, Andrei's cry soon sounded:

"Chronic, look at the people there! Hurry up! Hurry up! Let's hurry up, I hope they brought meat, I'm almost suffocating to death after eating your white meat recently! ”

Li Qingfeng looked at Andre who was floating away like a gust of wind, and he suddenly missed the cold black-robed necromancer who was gloomy and dark and breathed death.

With a wry smile, Li Qingfeng hurriedly followed, he didn't want to repeat the previous mistakes, he just hoped that those 'well-wishers' wouldn't be dizzy!

Otherwise, thinking about the fate of the previous batch of 'well-wishers', Li Qingfeng felt sorry for them.

Slowly approaching the group of people, Li Qingfeng saw Andre standing in the distance and stopped, not leaning up, and Li Qingfeng also noticed that something was wrong, because he vaguely heard the sound of fighting, and at the same time, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Someone is under siege, do you want to intervene?" Andre turned around and said to Li Qingfeng, who was following him, blinked, as if in order to increase his persuasiveness, he added, "It's a big beauty who is besieged." ”

Li Qingfeng followed Andre's gaze, the distance was a little far, I really don't know how Andre's eyes saw clearly that the besieged was a beautiful woman, but Li Qingfeng, who was blessed with spiritual power, could still distinguish the situation in the field, and he could even barely see the faces of several people.

"One against four?"

Li Qingfeng looked at the besieged man kneeling on one knee with his head down, unable to see his face clearly, supporting himself with a long sword, obviously at a disadvantage.

Look at the silver armor on that person, it should be a man, how can Andrei say that he is a beauty?

"How about saving it? Heroes saving beauty aren't your favorite episodes of human beings! ”

Andre looked like he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and instigated Li Qingfeng on the side.

"It's good for heroes to save beauty, but where is beauty to save?"

Uncle Li doesn't have any special hobbies, besides, people will always subconsciously sympathize with the disadvantaged, but who can be sure that these disadvantaged people must be righteous?

"Besides..."

Uncle Li is preparing to make a friend to his companion of the necromantic clan, what is called a sinister heart.

Suddenly, the besieged man in the field raised his head, holding a long sword, as if trying to stand up.

Just glanced at it casually, Li Qingfeng was stunned, this person seems to be a little familiar?!

"Freya?"

The man's efforts were clearly not appreciated by his besiegers, and a middle-aged man dressed in a full suit of metal chain mail stepped forward and knocked the man to the ground again with a random sword in his right hand.

Freya lay on the ground, trying to get up again, but every slight movement caused her unimaginable pain, and every breath of air scorched her internal organs like flames.

"I have to admit, Freya, you are a true knight, and the power of will you have is not inferior to ours, all you lack is time."

A pair of knight's boots appeared in front of Freya's eyes, and a low, powerful voice came condescendingly.

"It's just that the rule weapon is not something you can get your hands on, hand over the information, you still have a brilliant life."

You don't need to look at Freya to guess the sincerity and kindness on the face of the person who spoke, and a sneer flashed at the corner of her bloody mouth, and she replied:

"Didn't you say the same thing to my uncle back then?"

"Soldos, this woman is just as stubborn as her uncle, but she's still a woman in the end, let me deal with her, make sure she spit out everything."

A shrill voice came from the side, and it was hard to imagine a man who looked majestic like a cow and had such a sharp voice.

"Cole, patience is a virtue."

The man in the bass faintly dismissed the request of the man known as Cole.

"Freya, your uncle's affair is just an accident, you don't believe us, but you also believe in the will of the knight, that is the source of our strength, how can we deceive you?"

Soldos's voice was still low, and with his sincere expression, people couldn't help but want to believe him.

"The will of the knight? How do I know what your true will is? Seven Principles of Faith or Eight Virtues? Or maybe you're a fallen knight! ”

Freya struggled to raise her head and look at the four people surrounding her in the sun, even if she had recently broken through the will barrier to gain will power, she would only end up with this under the siege of the four knights.

It's just that this scene is so familiar, not long ago, she was also besieged and defeated, but when she woke up, there was a thin but extremely elevated body for her to rely on.

I'm afraid I'll never see that smile again.

The harsh sunlight made her unable to open her eyes, and the excessive blood loss made her dizzy and even hallucinated.

Freya saw that a black robe slowly came from a distance, and the familiar and unfamiliar delicate face became clearer and clearer.

Unable to withstand the sunlight, Freya closed her eyes, sure enough, it was an illusion, how could he appear in this place near the entrance of the abyss, but, Freya felt a throbbing in her heart, if it was him, how good it would be, hehe, no one has the right to deprive a woman of her last fantasy before she died.

"If he really appears in front of me now, I will marry him!"

Freya felt a little ridiculous, she was dying and still thinking about these shameless things, but in her life, she always thought about others, and there was nothing wrong with thinking about it before she died.

Her newfound strength of will gave her the ability to commit suicide at the very least, and she would never let herself fall into the hands of that pervert.

Just as Freya was about to collapse her will power and cause the elemental disorder to commit suicide, a cold and familiar voice sounded in her ears:

"The four big men are not ashamed to bully a woman?"