The Forest of Death at night, dyed red by the afterglow of the blood moon, is intoxicatingly red. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the silent valley, only the fierce cold wind blew, blowing through the caves on the cliffs on both sides, sending out a thousand strange echoes, like a night owl sneering, like the undead crying.

The campfire was still burning, and the light of the fire reflected the valley in the night, and there was not a single person standing in the slightly empty valley. The corpses of the Wind Wolves had turned cold and their blood had congealed, and they were accompanied by the shattered Vasily, the cousin of Allen from the City Lord's Mansion.

Wawa was still lying on the ground, lonely at the southern entrance to the gourd valley, still clutching the sword that never left his hand, the blade of which glistened coldly in the firelight. Without the master's sword, it can no longer be called a weapon, but can only be regarded as a piece of mortal iron, because the sword itself is not a threat.

In the center of the gourd valley, there are curled corpses in one place, and only a little black fragment can be seen on the body. This is the No. 1 subordinate that the Earl paid a lot of money for, and now he is burned to the ground, and there is no longer that mysterious feeling of being covered in black. They were accompanied by a hand, a woman's hand, with a bow in her hand.

Not far away, there were still four people on the ground, three women and a little girl. The three men were naturally Mr. One, the leader of the men in black, the Earl, and his son Rose. The three of them fell silently to the ground, looking up at the blood moon, and there was a slight sneer on the count's face.

The chests of the three men no longer rose and fell, and there were many holes all over their bodies, but no blood flowed out. The cave seemed to be instantly burned by something, sealing the blood. But the strange thing is that there are no signs of burning, the kind of black marks, not even the slightest trace of burning on the clothes.

Not far from them, Xiang Xuehai lay quietly on the ground, her chest rose and fell slightly, her little face was peaceful and peaceful, and her long eyelashes shook from time to time, as if she was having a sweet dream.

The night covered everything, and also the traces of people, and the dark night was hidden on the cliffs of the gourd valley.

Although because Xiangxuehai was in the hands of the enemy, Freya and the others had to withdraw from the gourd valley. But how can Freya rest assured, how can she be willing to give up like this? Having just left the enemy's sight, the darkness melted into the night at Freya's suggestion.

Sneaking in the night, he quietly returned to the Gourd Valley, hiding on the cliff to monitor No. 1. Prepare to look for an opportunity to save Xiangxuehai. Before he could take action, he saw the golden light, and ten thousand arrows pierced his heart.

Due to the distance, the dark night did not see more changes in Xiangxuehai, especially when the dark night was behind Xiangxuehai, and it was impossible to see the sun and blood moon in Xiangxuehai's eyes. But the cold voice was like a hammer hitting the heart of the dark night, it was a voice without a trace of emotion, more than he had no emotion.

"In my name, I will wait for death." This is not a command, but a verdict, a verdict that adjudicates your life, a judgment that should not appear in the world, how can it be here? Immediately after that, a golden light emitted from Xiang Xuehai's body, and the golden lightsaber pierced the body of the earl and the others.

When I saw the golden light appear in the dark night, time seemed to have stopped, the space was blocked, and the place where the golden light filled was a static space, only the golden light was passing through unscrupulously.

Where do you seem to have seen the golden light? I thought about it in the dark night, and finally remembered. In the holy lord's secret room, in the mural on the wall, the painting shows a woman, dressed in a white robe, walking barefoot on the green grass, surrounded by a golden halo behind her.

Who is the woman in the painting? No one dared to ask, only that the Holy Lord often muttered to the people in the painting alone, sometimes for days and nights.

The golden light appeared on Xiang Xuehai's body, and this ending made it difficult for the dark night to accept for a while.

What is even more unacceptable is that not only the earl and others who were pierced by the golden light fell, but even Xiang Xuehai slowly fell. The fall of the three Earls was expected, and Dark Night didn't think that anyone could hold on to their lives under the golden light.

But the fall of Xiang Xuehai involved the heart of the dark night. Dark Night felt something out of his bosom and emitted a dazzling red light at the sky, which was how they usually connected with each other. Dark Night didn't dare to make up his own mind, he wanted to send a signal to Freya in the agreed way.

After the signal was issued, the figure of the dark night flew against the cliff and flew to the side of Xiangxuehai and several people like a phantom. Dark Night carefully carried his sword and carefully examined the number one and the earl. There is no doubt that the three Earls are already out-and-out dead people, and even if they stab another hole in One's body in the dark night, Number One did not protest.

It was determined that the three Earls were dead, and out of professional habit, when the situation was unclear, the dark night always eliminated the crisis first. Only when the crisis is eliminated can we do our work with peace of mind.

The dark night came to Xiang Xuehai's side, looking at the sleeping Xiang Xuehai, I felt that Xiang Xuehai should not be a big deal. The dark night is standing beside Xiang Xuehai, like a conscientious guardian Xiang Xuehai.

It didn't take long for Freya to arrive. Seeing the signal of the dark night, Freya thought that Xiangxuehai was in danger, and ordered Lisi to take Alan, Lan Mei'er, and Tia, a female warrior with a broken hand, to slowly fall behind, and rush to the valley by herself.

Seeing a few people on the ground in the distance, standing alone and motionless in the dark, Freya's heart was broken.

When she arrived at the place and saw the sleeping Xiangxue Sea, Freya suddenly fell to her knees on the ground, her whole body weak. Thanks to the gods, Xiang Xuehai was safe and sound, and even the pain of taking the black magic potion was gone, and she slept so peacefully.

Night told Freya exactly what he had seen, and Freya didn't show the slightest surprise at the golden light and the gods' ruling. Xiangxuehai, too many miracles have happened to you, and a little more, Freya has gradually gotten used to it.

Still, Freya confessed to the night, burying what she saw and heard deep in her heart, as if nothing had happened.

Freya gently picked up Xiangxuehai, and could only wait for dawn in the valley in the middle of the night. The original tent was still there, and Freya carried Xiang Xuehai into the tent and put her sleeping bag. Xiang Xuehai, all this is not what your age should bear, get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, it will be that cute little girl.

Freya burned the fire a little more, there was enough blood shed tonight, light a fire to dispel the blood, dispel the cold, and warm the tired heart.