"Don't come here, get out of here."

The little girl in the bloated scale armor screamed and fled in the night in the dense forest, and the fishy wind was close behind, and it was gradually approaching, and the branches and leaves rubbed into the rustling sound.

"Flutter, flutter......" The huge phantom breathed warm air, and the little girl was already crushed to the ground, the scale armor failed to block the blow of the black shadow, and the debris flew but saved the little girl's life.

The black shadow revealed its form, and it was an amethyst manticore, judging from the fluctuations of the Force, it was still in its infancy, and it only had the strength of the alien beast level.

But the amethyst scorpion lion has a thin trace of holy beast bloodline in its body, which will definitely achieve the existence of a divine beast, and it is amazing enough just to be in its infancy.

According to common sense, there is no amethyst scorpion lion in the Crescent Moon Forest, because the temple is too small to accommodate its divine beast.

After all, once the Amethyst Scorpion Lion cubs are born, they will be slaughtered by the collective fairy beasts of the Crescent Forest, and their intelligence is not weaker than that of humans, and they will not allow heretics that threaten their status to grow.

The amethyst scorpion lion had a head in its mouth, and although its face was already bloody and fleshy, the little girl had already recognized that it was her father.

The miasma of the blood pool spread, and the dry soul rain was ingested unconsciously between breaths, and the scene in front of him changed in a flash. Withered Soul Rain stared at the Amethyst Manticore, and even the breath it exhaled was scorching real, and at this time, Withered Soul Rain seemed to be a spectator in the corner of the story.

Dry Soul Rain found the shadow of the demon in the little girl's angular demeanor, and now she should be in her inner magic realm. Suddenly, the amethyst scorpion lion twitched its hook tail, and it seemed that it was about to pierce the delicate body of the demon charm.

"Amethyst, come back, I don't bother to do anything to a child yet." The neutral voice makes it difficult to identify the gender, but it leaves the life of the demon charm at the key. The amethyst manticore lion hid again, and a blue-robed man came out of the dense forest, deliberately lowering the brim of his hat and approaching the demon charm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill your father, I can only blame him for his bad luck, plus the employer concealed the true information, no one thought that a small C-class mission would be unclean with so many forces. When you grow up, don't follow in your father's footsteps, just find a man who can live and marry. ”

Dry Soul Rain actually heard the sadness in the tone of the blue-robed man, he was not thirsty for killing, on the contrary, he was extremely tired of killing, the sympathy of his voice was strong, and the blue-robed man was moved by compassion, and actually forgot to change his voice, revealing a sickly paleness.

Demon Xiaomei sat there slumped with tears in her eyes, the blue-robed man was far away, and a bag of gold coins lay quietly next to the head of Demon Xiaomei's father.

It turned out that this was the reason why she became a mercenary and didn't go out of the task, Dry Soul Rain secretly thought to himself, he thought he was used to seeing tragedy, and only then did he know that the world was huge, and he was not the only one who had scars in his heart, Dry Soul Rain was the only one who thought he was sad, and in the end it was just another tragedy that he realized later.

Time passes in the fantasy world, but the story is wantonly tampered with at a certain time, there is no big man passing through Xia City, there is no working with the five brothers of Youshan, and some are just walking dead supported by the fireworks of revenge.

"Kid, interesting, huh? A lot can be done with a little exploitation of the gaps in the human heart. ”

"Who?"

"You don't have to know who this seat is, you just need to look at it and surrender."

……

The disgusted voice of the withered soul rain paused in the void, and he regained his identity as a spectator again.

Demon Xiaomei threw away the cowardice in the cognition of the withered soul rain, and became the most famous female mercenary in the entire Crescent Forest, large and small city-states, and formed an A-level mercenary group.

After many rewards, she finally found the blue-robed man of the year, and after two days and one night of fierce fighting, she crippled her arms in exchange for the fall of the blue-robed man.

However, the forces involved in the blue-robed people were too huge, and in the end, the mercenary group of the demon charmer was wiped out overnight, and even she herself was hunted down, unable to escape completely, and harvested her breath against the blood.

The blood splashed right where the big man was standing, and it went straight through the warm and still warm the withered soul rain watched the corners of the mouth rise before the demon Xiaomei's eyes lost their lustre, revealing a satisfied smile, and his chest twitched.

The stronger the heart center demon, the easier it is for the obstacle to get satisfaction from it, so as to indulge in the illusion of continuous reincarnation, and finally die of energy exhaustion, I didn't expect the demon Xiaomei to fall so deep.

"Have you thought about it, do you surrender?" The voice sounded again, and the illusion blurred away, and the Dry Soul Rain opened his eyes and returned to reality.

The pool of blood condensed into a human prototype, only rough edges and corners, can not be more detailed, there is no facial features to modify it is indeed infiltrating, it is what speaks.

"Surrender to you, who is not a human or a ghost? It's ridiculous. Let her go, I know you're the hell. ”

"It seems that you haven't really appreciated the horror of this seat's strength. Let me see what your gap is. The bloody man laughed wildly, and without a positive reply to the words of the withered soul rain, he suddenly turned back to a liquid state, surging towards the withered soul rain, and penetrated through the nostrils of the withered soul rain, and the withered soul rain covered his neck, extremely painful.

The withered clan is still quiet, the withered soul rain and the withered soul hunt have returned, and the withered soul rain carries a blue-shelled phantom tiger on his shoulder, talking and laughing with the withered soul.

"Uncle, can you teach me how to condense martial arts?" Withered Soul Rain looked at the withered soul with a serious face, until the withered soul was bowed.

The night is not young, the withered soul pointed to the withered soul rain to condense the martial arts, the withered soul rain has always been unable to do it, the withered soul can't help but be irritable, the rattan whip on the withered soul rain, the withered soul rain looked back and actually smiled, and the smile contained paleness.

The essence flashed in the ignorant eyes of the dry soul rain, and he had regained his clarity, and he muttered: "It turns out that I am so eager for Uncle to come back to life and beat me again, this illusion is really perverted."

Dry Soul Rain looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes became sharp, his face became hideous, he suddenly became angry, and slammed his fist on the ground, the debris scattered, and there was no wrapping of martial liquid, and blood flowed down the end of the fist.

"Si Ren is gone, the only thing I can't forgive is that you use him, why bother his rest? Those who commit against me will be punished even if they are far away. ”

The withered soul rain pointed at the sky of the illusion realm, and the skin was covered with stripes, each with the taste of ancient vicissitudes, and the momentum of the withered soul rain rose sharply, and the cultivation continued to climb to the peak of the early stage of the martial arts realm.

It was even faster and more skillful than the last time it dealt with the blackened Celestial Eye Beast, and the illusion was crushed by the coercion emanating from the withered soul rain, and it was instantly shattered.

The withered soul rain stood in front of the pool of blood, and its figure was majestic, as if the superior was despised, and the blood was cowardly, just now the withered soul rain forcibly broke through the mental magic realm it created, and it had already caused its origin to be damaged.

Moreover, it only has the monotonous and repeated means of the Heart Demon Illusion Realm, and in terms of actual combat, it is impossible for it to be the opponent of the Dry Soul Rain.