As the surrounding lights turned on, the square gradually fell silent. Just like the movie theater where the screening is about to begin, people of all kinds are no longer noisy, but have turned their eyes to the high platform where the red curtain hangs. Whether excited, hateful, or expectant, everyone's hearts were raised.

What kind of play will be played out there?

The light that illuminated the high platform was even brighter, and at the same time, a group of figures, lined up in two columns, like two sinuous dragons, appeared silently, and silently covered both sides of the high platform.

A white robe that symbolizes purity, rippling slightly in the night breeze. It was a group of handsome men and women, they bowed their heads deeply, no one could see their expressions, they stood there silently, as if they were there, never left!

It's the Wind Clan!

They...... Here it comes!

The square was like a frozen movie, and suddenly there was silence.

"They're coming!"

Taking a deep breath, Degaloff looked at the statue-like white figures with palpitations. He knew that white represented more than purity!

"They're coming!"

Carol was overjoyed, looking at the two columns of white dragons, wishing that he could be like them, with the protection of the gods, and become an incomparably powerful being!

"They're coming!"

Old Lyoant's lips trembled slightly. He deeply understood what a huge power that seemingly quiet pure white figure represented! Invincible power!

"They're coming!"

Quest lowered his fist in disagreement, and the slogan he had been holding back stopped. Although no one stopped his actions, he could not even say a word of the indignant speech just now!

"They're finally here!"

Wu Hongjun let out a sigh of relief, took Xiao Jin, lifted his stealth, and walked towards the high platform.

On the bodies of those white-robed figures, he felt the same aura as George—the breath of the Wind Clan!

"They're coming!"

Zhao Feifei in mid-air jumped and made trouble, smiling:

"That's Jenny! That's little Jennifer! That's Kerry...... Hey? And what about the prettiest Catherine? Oh! There she is! ”

Han Feng looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were full of doting.

As long as they're happy!

Tang Yue'er also quietly looked at the two columns of white below, but for some reason, she felt dazed.

Unlike Zhao Feifei, no matter how good this Wind Clan is, as long as Sister Yue'er sees them, she can't help but think of the scene of the Blood Clan's bloodsucking. In Sister Yue'er's eyes, it seems that every Wind Clan has been labeled as a vampire, and it can't be erased from her heart no matter what!

Zhao Feifei jumped back on Han Feng, hugged his neck, and shouted eagerly:

"Quick! Fast! Husband, I want to ...... I'm going to ......"

Han Feng suddenly grabbed her buttocks and said softly:

"Little darling, do you want it? If you want it, just say it! If you don't say it, how do I know you have such an urgent need? It's just that your husband and I are not casual people. There are some things that are not suitable for this place. There are countless men, women, and young flowers and plants below! If you scare them, it's not a happy thing! If you don't believe it, you go and ask Yue'er ......"

Before Han Feng was poor, he was grabbed by Zhao Feifei:

"Dead ghosts! What I'm saying is, I'm going down to play with the WindClan! ”

Tang Yue'er hurriedly came over and pulled away the little girl's hand:

"Feifei, that thing is now a public utility...... Moreover, now is not the time to meet with the Wind Clan. Just wait! ”

Han Feng pulled Tang Yue'er and took a bite:

"It's still a good month! Feifei, have you forgotten that you promised me something before you went out? ”

Zhao Feifei wilted, pouted, and said sullenly:

"Got it! We're here to see the show! ”

…………

In the huge square, except for Wu Hongjun and Xiao Jin, who were walking slowly in front of them, everyone stood quietly.

The night wind slowly became stronger, blowing away the faint clouds in the air and blowing away the distracting thoughts in the hearts of countless people.

A gentle crescent moon, hanging obliquely in the sky, smiling playfully, gently illuminates all people's minds.

The WindClan stood still in the wind, all with smiles on their faces.

Yes, today, is the day of their sacrifice to the great master, and it is also the festival of the rise of the Wind Clan. Today's party belongs only to them!

Although there is only a clear breeze and waning moon, every wind clan really feels that the master and the two master mothers must be looking at themselves silently, smiling and praising them:

WindClan, well done!

They stood silently, bowing their heads deeply, silently praying to their omnipotent masters.

And in front of them, there was a crowd of black oppressors.

Some panicked, some joyful, some restless. More people, like the Wind Clan, waited for the arrival of the great god in their most pious posture.

Quest also had to lower his head. Although the head wolf of the family didn't want to do this, the close proximity of the Wind Clan still put a lot of pressure on him - even though the Wind Clan didn't do anything.

But the moment he looked down, he clearly felt the movement of an object. When I looked up, it was a chubby child in yellow, holding the hand of a tall and strong man, slowly walking towards the high platform.

Quest was surprised, but he didn't speak, and was about to withdraw his gaze, when he saw the boy in yellow suddenly turn his head and smile cutely at him.

What an innocent smile that is! Even Quest didn't know how much human flesh he had eaten or how much human blood he had drunk, but he was still touched by the pure smile of the boy in yellow to the softest and most secret part of his heart.

――Maybe if I hadn't had a war with other families, my youngest son wouldn't have died so early, right? His smiling face when he pestered himself was so similar to the boy in yellow!

But in the next second, there was no trace of tenderness in Quest's heart.

He felt nothing but fear.

Yes, incomparably frightened!

The child was still smiling, but his face grew grim. Quest couldn't understand why this seemingly only two or three-year-old child had such an expression that was not only vicissitudes of life, but also murderous.

The only thing he understood was one thing.

The little boy in yellow opened his mouth slightly with a sneer, but Quest saw a dazzling cold light!

He bet it wasn't human teeth! Nor is it the fangs of any kind of dark creature! It was a strange existence that was snow-white but daunting enough.

Massiness. And sharp!