When Rong Rong heard my words, he pouted disapprovingly.

"My father, he almost didn't kill me this time, if he hadn't sealed my mana, how could I have been caught." The little fox said sadly and angrily.

While talking, the two of us had already come to the main road, and the lights were brighter, and the people around us instantly increased.

But after I didn't take two steps, I found one thing, that is, there will always be people looking at me and Rongrong from time to time, and most of them are women.

I stopped, Rong Rong looked at me, I looked at his cute little face that bewitched the world, and finally took the mask from his arms and handed it to him.

Rong Rong took the mask and looked at me for some reason.

"Put it on." I spoke.

Rong Rong immediately pursed his lips, looking unhappy, but in the end he honestly put it on his head, but his head was too small, and the mask kept falling down.

In the end, Rong Rong angrily took off the mask on his face, glared at me angrily, hugged his shoulders and said, "I'm hungry." ”

Seeing me looking at him, he stiffened his neck and raised his voice and said, "I'm still so young, of course I have to eat, otherwise how will I grow up in the future." ”

"Okay." I said helplessly, thinking that I had really saved a little trouble.

Hearing my promise, Rong Rong immediately raised a smug smile and looked like he had won the battle.

Then he stared at the pair of big eyes, swept around, looked at this and looked at that, and really struggled, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore, and walked to the restaurant in front of me with it.

Rong Rong, who was lifted in mid-air, shook his arms and legs dissatisfiedly, "You let go of me, this affects my image a lot." ”

"That's not eating." I said threateningly.

Rong Rong immediately wilted, but after seeing the table full of delicious food, he immediately smiled.

After a full meal without eating, Rong Rong half-leaned back in the chair, touched his stomach in a circle and said, "Sister, I'm sleepy." ”

After feeling my gaze, he immediately said aggrievedly, "I'm a child, eat, sleep, and grow my body, this is my obligation." ”

I looked at him as pitiful as if he had been bullied, and finally relented and took him to sleep.

"Looks like I'll have to go back tomorrow to find the one who doesn't know anything." I sat in a chair in the room, thinking a little depressed.

And the moment Rong Rong got into bed, he already slept without knowing who was in the bed.

Listening to Rongrong's whirring gasps, I looked at him, and his expression was much simpler when he was asleep, so that he looked like a child.

Looking at his smiling face in his sleep, there was a feeling of colic in my abdomen, I raised my hand and slowly touched my lower abdomen, how many years ago, there was a life here, he grew up in my belly day by day, I can even feel him naughty in my belly.

At that time, I was always used to put my hands on my stomach and rub them gently.

The pain in my abdomen became worse and worse, I closed my eyes in pain, my hands were clenched, I knew that I was not hurt, it was the pain in my memory hundreds of years later, whenever I think about it, it still makes me feel painful.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Rong Rong didn't know when he woke up, stood in front of me barefoot, held my clenched hand, and asked with concern.

I opened my eyes, didn't think of anything for a moment, and reached out to take him in my arms.

My head rested on his small shoulder, the pain in my abdomen became more and more severe, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Rong Rong was frightened by my sudden movement, but then he raised his fleshy hand, wrapped my waist, gently patted my back with his little hand, and said like a child, "Sister, it's okay." ”

A stream of heat soured my nose and poured into my eyes, but I couldn't cry, no matter how sad I was.

I took a deep breath, lifted my head off Rong Rong's shoulder, looked out the window, and then got up to block Rong Rong behind me, the Flowing Fire Sword in my hand slashed forward, and a long arrow split in two from the middle, unable to land.

Rong Rong hid behind me, stuck out his head curiously, and I raised my hand to rub his hair that was sleeping messily.

"Good skills." A man suddenly appeared, standing outside the window, dressed in black almost melted into the night, his face covered with a mask, it was the sixteenth.

"Sneak attack in the middle of the night, it's a loss of grace." I spoke.

"It's not your turn to steal someone else's." 16. Verbally does not admit defeat.

"What's yours here?" I asked rhetorically.

Sixteen stretched out his hand, pointed to Rong Rong on my lap, and said, "He's mine." “

When Rong Rong heard this, he grimaced at him, but his body hid behind me again.

"Hmph." I snorted coldly, "You caught him, he is yours, so now that I saved him, he is mine, so, please go back." ”

Sixteen lowered his arm, wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel his voice getting colder, "That makes sense, then I'll grab it once." ”

As soon as the words fell, Sixteen had already come to the window, and the ink-colored sword in his hand was only now exposed to the candlelight.

I wouldn't have taken the life of a little of him, so I didn't use a gratuitous sword, but a human sword.

However, this fire sword is also very sharp, and it can be regarded as a sword in the world.

The two swords intersected, bursting into a burst of sparks, and then both of us stepped back at the same time, and the next moment we swung our swords at each other.

Sixteen's ink-colored long sword was as black as night, and the flowing fire sword in my hand was red all over.

Sixteen's swordsmanship is tricky and weird, often the place where the sword is out is a surprise place, if it is a mortal, it may be chaotic, but he is facing me.

Rong Rong retreated to the corner of the wall, staring at the big eyes and watching the battle excitedly and excitedly, his little hands clenched into fists, constantly cheering for me, and belittled sixteen at the same time, "Sister, kill him a dead pomegranate, stinky pomegranate, rotten pomegranate, you are a big man, you are actually called a pomegranate, you are not ashamed to ......"

Rong Rong talked endlessly, and even I felt that it was a bit excessive.

Sixteen couldn't be distracted at this time, and the long sword in his hand swept from the bottom to the top with a provocative momentum, and at the same time the long legs swept towards me.

I leaned back, taking advantage of a flip back, dodging his sweeping leg, my sword almost touching my chin.

And after my body was extremely soft in the air, I turned in a circle, and the Flowing Fire Sword in my hand stabbed straight into Sixteen's defenseless chest.

However, the sixteen's reaction was also extremely fast, and the long sword that he picked up fell almost vertically, and it was blocked at the moment when my Flowing Fire Sword was about to pierce into his chest.

Hearing only a "bang", the tip of the Flowing Fire Sword pressed against the ink-colored long sword.

After that, as soon as my hand holding the hilt of the Flowing Fire Sword loosened, the invisible air flow came out of my hand, wrapped around the hilt, and with the traction of the air flow, the Flowing Fire Sword spun extremely quickly, and against the ink-colored long sword, forcing Sixteen to retreat again and again.

Sixteen saw the air flow in my hand, and his eyes, which had been unrelenting, finally shook a few times.

At this time, he had been forced by me to the window, and only an afterimage of the Flowing Fire Sword in his hand remained, and a harsh sound of metal rubbing kept coming out.

Sixteen's eyes gradually became bloodshot, but he could only keep retreating, and finally saw the green tendons on his hands exposed, and he moved the ink-colored long sword forward with great effort, and after separating it from his chest for some distance, he suddenly withdrew.

Suddenly withdrawing, the Flowing Fire Sword slammed into Sixteen's chest against the ink-colored long sword, directly shattering the window frame, and Sixteen shot out backwards, disappearing between several ups and downs.

I wouldn't chase him, I took back the Flowing Fire Sword and looked at the ink-colored long sword shattered into two ends on the ground, thinking that this sixteen was also a person who made a quick decision, but he naturally didn't think that I would not kill him at all.

Rong Rong ran over excitedly, hugged my thigh, and said excitedly, "Sister, you are so good, he hit him like a fart, and he has no power to fight back." ”

I listened to Rongrong's praise, but I couldn't remember when the sixteenth fart was gone.