"How?" Bai Qi's gaze fell on Lingli's body and asked.

Hearing this, Lingli had already stopped in front of her. The standard slap melon seed face has a slight gaze, and the fine eyelashes deepen the eyeliner of the beautiful Danfeng eyes.

Her lips opened slightly: "There is only one team of wounded soldiers." ”

Just now, the two of them found two teams of soldiers and horses from the Bright Camp - a team of wounded soldiers and a team of normal soldiers.

They had no hope for this, but they found that the group of soldiers had sent the wounded soldiers into the ruined temple and came out one after another. The two hid outside, and after seeing the soldiers linger at the gate of the ruined temple for a while, and after no one came out of the temple, the soldiers left in a group, leaving only the two dark players who were eyeing the wounded soldiers.

After entering the temple, Bai Qi and Ling Li searched for the whereabouts of the wounded soldiers in two ways. Bai Qi wandered around the side of the temple for a long time without noticing, and when he returned to the previously agreed meeting place, he saw Lingli returning. Lingli also brought such good news, the wounded soldiers, are still there.

While waiting for the drunkenness, the two of them will not be idle. By the way, Bai Qi re-issued their current coordinates to the remnants, and then cautiously walked towards the wounded soldiers with Lingli.

A team of wounded soldiers from the Bright Faction.

Players from the two dark camps.

When they meet, it is the former who suffers. The latter knows how to attract the attention of the former one by one, and consume the former one by one. The former, not to mention the injuries on his body, was only given a little bit by the designers of the castle. Their total annihilation was a doomed outcome when they met Bai Qi and the others.

By the time there were still two or three wounded soldiers left, the drunken had already reached the temple.

"This place is so remote."

Drunk walked to the side and looked at the two who were slaughtering the wounded soldiers, and couldn't help but complain. He quickly arrived at the main city that covered the temple, but after leaving the main city, he spent a lot of time on the road. There is no way, this temple is too far away from the main city, and if it is farther away, it should be zoned into the periphery of another main city.

"How can you meet wounded soldiers if you are not remote." Bai laughed.

"It's also ......"

Remnant Drunk casually put one hand on the long sword at his waist, and before the words fell, his eyes tightened. Lift your feet. Drawing his sword, his body swept out in an instant, leaving only an afterimage in the air.

Dead leaves fall, flowers and branches tremble.

The sword slashed. The black light attached to it is like an ink pen shining into the air, smearing it. The black streamer adds a strong touch to the lifeless and dilapidated temple.

Fortunately, Yi Zhen and Kong Ye Si helped attack the wounded soldiers in front, and Bai Qi's attention was attracted by the residual drunkenness, so that she and Ling Li had an unexpected situation.

Lingli asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know......" Bai Qi looked at the drunken back and shook his head blankly. However, in an instant, her movements stopped, and her eyes moved away from the drunken body and cast into the distance, "There is someone over there." ”

"Anyone?" Lingli was puzzled. How did the two of them know? She didn't notice anyone in the distance......

"Let's move a little faster. Deal with the few remaining wounded soldiers. ”

Bai Qi retracted her gaze, no longer standing behind her to add blood and demons, and propped her hands to the sides, like the twin sickles of the crescent moon were already in her hands. The silver thread hid the air, and Ling Li handed over the wounded soldier in front of him to Bai Qi. Immediately control the puppet to go to the front and attract another wounded soldier to come.

The puppet's loose jaws closed and opened from time to time, and the jaw and upper lip collided with each other to make a "gurgling" sound, the sound of which was particularly cautious in this ghostly and withered temple.

"When—"

Swords collide, fallen leaves fly, branches shake.

Both blades are wrapped in light. When they collide, they shoot like sparks and explode. With this loud bang, both of them were forced to retreat by the other's attack.

Originally, the other party was hiding in a tree on the edge of the temple. Just now, the remnants jumped up to attack, at this time. He could only retreat and land in the midst of the falling dead leaves.

"Flutter"

The faint sound of footsteps swayed in front of the drunken man, and he looked up, only to see a bull riding with a magic sword hitting the traffic police.

The two of them are also magic swordsmen, but the light attached to the sword is different because of their own attribute choices. The drunken ones are rich black, while the ones who ride bulls and hit the traffic police are dark purple.

"Luo Yi?" The one who spoke first. Instead, he rode a bull and hit the traffic police. His eyes were slightly propped up, and he looked at the remnants in surprise, "Have you been playing with the castle lately?" ”

Hearing this, he was drunk and carefully looked at the other party's appearance. His eyes narrowed slightly, his thin lips hooked, and he spat out his unique, slightly magnetic, somewhat muffled voice, "It's you...... Oh, yes. ”

The first three words show that he also recognized the identity of the traffic police who rode a bull. The latter sentence is to answer the other party's question just now.

Then he asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

This sentence is a little subtle.

Whether the two of them knew each other in reality or not, in the castle, this level of relationship did not affect them too much. Riding a bull and hitting the traffic policeman's eyebrows, the blue halo of his eyebrows is very straightforward, he is a person from the bright camp.

If the traffic police replied that he was here to kill the players of the dark camp, then the drunken would not have any mercy on him. In this dilapidated temple, the players of the dark camp of Zài are only white, clever and drunk, and the target of the bull riding and hitting the traffic police cannot be anyone else but them.

"Just hang out." After riding a bull and hitting the traffic police, they will no longer be on guard. He seemed to be very relieved about the drunkenness, put away the sword and sheathed it, leaned against the trunk of the tree on the side and looked at the drunken lazily, "You are really idle, you actually have time to play games." It doesn't seem to be a low level......"

From the damage caused by the drunken attack on him just now, the bull riding and hitting the traffic police can roughly judge the situation of the drunken drunkenness - level, equipment.

"Hmm......" Remnant raised his hand drunkly, and the magic swordsman sword equipment in his hand called inky brought out a black light with his movements. He squinted and smiled, his long, undense eyelashes pulling his eyeliner slightly, bringing out a bewitching evil spirit, "Any idea what I'm thinking?" ”

"What?" The bull riding hit the traffic police asked.

"I'm thinking...... Do I want to kill you and pocket your 4 merit points. ”

It seems that it is a common sense that he wants to kill the traffic police, and it seems that the traffic police are just an ordinary low-level player, not the first on the level leaderboard.

The lazy look of "......" riding a bull against the traffic police finally froze for a moment, and then his face was speechless.