"You are Ah Crow, Lord Ben is a fire phoenix, a noble ancient beast." Ah Dan yelled arrogantly at Qi Qi.

"It's so hateful, you are suddenly not a crow, I knew I wouldn't save you." Poor Qi strode towards the cage and quickly disappeared.

When the wolves saw that Qi Qi was gone, the burden in their hearts fell, but they still couldn't bear the death of the leader, leaving them leaderless, and this revenge could not be avenged.

The wolves looked at the eggs ferociously, and the eggs were so frightened that their souls flew away, and the wolves approached, and it slowly retreated.

Seeing her in distress, Feng Jiutian didn't mention being too happy in his heart, this stinky bird, so arrogant on weekdays, let it taste the bitterness today.

"Family freak, Ah Lang went out to help it." As soon as the words fell, two majestic blood wolves broke out of the air, roared, and slid rapidly in the air, falling to the ground, protecting Ah Dan behind him.

The two blood wolves that suddenly came out really surprised the evil wolves, especially these two blood wolves were still holy beast-level magical beasts, and the evil wolves were vigilant and retreated.

Blood wolves are the most ferocious and intelligent of the wolf clan, they have twice the strength of the ordinary wolf clan, and their physical strength is already energy.

The two wolves at the front looked behind at their men, secretly calculating their chances of victory.

Although these two holy beasts were powerful, they were superior in numbers.

You know, this area is barren and desolate, and there are very few beasts, and these two people are undoubtedly full of food for them, and if they let them run, they will have to risk starving to death.

Anyway, it's all death, and it's pointless to fight or not, but their race must have wolves to live, otherwise it will violate the purpose passed down from their ancestors.

Wolves, they are emotionless animals, but they are group conscious animals.

Feng Jiutian watched, the more he looked at it, the more anxious he became, and pushed Yan Yeming, "You have to think of a way, how do you get out?" Otherwise, we will really become food in the wolf's belly. ”

The narrow phoenix eyes opened, reflecting the girl with a nervous face, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, and finally began to speak, "The magic bead and the blood jade have the power to defy the sky, and their power is fused into the blood, and the blood near the heart side has the most powerful power, as long as the blood there is dripped on the demon sword, it will be able to deal with the heaven and earth." ”

Feng Jiutian was stunned, and looked up at the somewhat pale face, "There is no other way than this method?" ”

The deep eyes were not shocked, he shook his head lightly, and his bony fingers stroked the woman's hair, "The deity can sense that the breath of the magic bead on your body is not strong, it seems that there is only a few points of power of the magic bead, so you can only take the blood of the deity's heart." ”

"What? Take yours? The wound felt like it had been slashed, and it hurt. The blood in her heart, the sword she used to slash last time was there, is it going to cut the old wound this time?

Seeing him like this now, his qi is extremely weak, his spiritual power is not moving up and down steadily, and if he is losing blood, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Yan Ye seemed to see her thoughts, and a light smile appeared on his lips, "Don't worry, you can't die, the deity has been pranayama for a while just now, and the spiritual power has recovered a little, and I can still survive it." ”

"No...... No. She said categorically, shaking her head again and again, tears flashing in her eyes, and her heart ached like a knife.

He saved her three or four times, how could she let him fall into danger?

She has been struggling in her heart, she is afraid of falling in love with someone, whether it is her who traveled through her previous life, or she who is now, she has never been in contact with love.

With her qualifications and appearance, there is naturally no shortage of suitors, but she has always been arrogant and cold-blooded, so no one has ever fallen into her eyes.

When she met Yan Yeming, she found that she had completely changed, as early as the first time they met, they were not only amazing, but more heartwarming, when she stabbed a sword into his chest, she found that she had always been cold-blooded, and she couldn't do it, and ran away.

She didn't want to fall at all, but she had to be completely moved under his wings.

Well, she admits that she fell in love with him, and before she knew it, she had already been deeply rooted in love and couldn't extricate herself.

At this moment, she is in a dilemma, how can she bear to let him hurt again? She would rather be hurt herself than risk it for him.

In this life, you are my calamity, but I don't want to forget it.

As she thought, he sneatly dodged the blade at her waist and stabbed himself in the left chest.

By the time she reacted and tried to recapture it, the warm blood had already turned red and white, and soon dripped onto the sword.

As soon as it absorbed the blood, the sword glowed with a red blinding light, which grew worse and worse as the blood increased.

"Yan Yeming, you ...... You want to die. Feng Jiutian held the sword in one hand, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that if he moved, his wound would hurt.

He found that her hands were trembling all the time, her palms were moist, and her pretty and lovely apricot eyes were shining with tears.

Dripped on the sword, the blood merged into the sword, but the blood still flowed from his chest.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were dry, her crystalline eyes were fixed on her, and her lips were filled with a happy smile.

"Are you a fool? Don't you know it hurts after bleeding so much? Feng Jiutian looked at her with annoyance, and really wanted to dig out his head to see if it was full of ice.

Heartache, grievance, self-blame, remorse, a variety of expressions all appeared in a pair of pale golden eyes, and her hand trembled, wanting to pull out the inserted blade.

With this move, more blood gushed out, Feng Jiutian flickered, his hand fell, and he raised his head anxiously, looking at his pale face, "You bear with it, I'll pull it out for you." ”

Closing his eyes and pulling his hand hard, the sword detached from his chest, splashing three feet of blood.

Yan Ye gasped for breath, his smooth forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and he lay on the iron fence, covering his chest weakly.

"You, are you alright?" Feng Jiutian threw his sword aside, like a pug, lying beside him, his eyes were full of emotion.

"Jiu'er, are you worried about the deity?" That pure lotus-like smile was perfect, and in the middle of the moonlit robe bloomed a bewitching and moving flower, and her red skirt was intertwined with his clothes, a perfect combination of the two temperaments.

The air was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of blood, mixed with a light fragrance, which she didn't seem to be able to distinguish at all, like a faint scent of tea, mixed with some grass, and seemed to have a faint mint smell.

The breeze blew, and his strands of hair brushed her face, a little more itchy.

"Yes, I'm worried about you, so you won't be allowed to do this in the future." She was like a child, pursing her lips and looking at him dissatisfied, delicate and touching.

The color of the lip flap is attractive, inviting people to taste it, Yan Ye's eyes are deep, and there is a trace of inexplicable affection and strangeness in his eyes, don't overdo it, his handsome face is a little gloomy.

"What's wrong? Does your wound hurt? Feng Jiutian moved over worriedly, as if she didn't expect how intimate her movements were at the moment, she would definitely feel awkward before.

The gore in the air only added to the beastly desires of the hungry wolves, who stared furiously inside the cage.

It was their lunch, and if they were spared, they might be killing each other the next moment.

As long as they defeat the two troublesome blood wolves in front of them, they will be on their plate.

There were already many wolf corpses piled up on the ground, but another group of wolves emerged behind them, trampling the corpses under their feet and marching in angrily.

Maybe it was because he knew that Jia Wei and Ah Lang were a little powerless, the wolf in the front row spied on the information, the wolf roared, and the originally decadent wolf behind him suddenly became very energetic, and his eyes were full of murder and desire.

Tear them apart and swallow them hard.

The wolves seemed to have gone crazy, and they all rushed up desperately, and the family and Ah Lang were already full of colors, but they were still fighting to the death.

A few days ago, the family deformity had just given birth to a few litters of wolves, and his physical strength was very weak, and his combat effectiveness had also decreased a lot.

But they know that they cannot fall, and that their lives are bought by their masters.

Even if they die, they have to protect their masters, God has been good to them, and it is good that they can die together.

"Jiu'er, go quickly, otherwise the deity is afraid that your demonic beast will not be able to resist it."

"Hmm." A sword blossomed into the net, and with a fingertip, the net was thrown in the air, and a sword slashed towards the cage again, and soon, the shackles were broken, Feng Jiutian kicked open the prison door, and the red clothes appeared in front of the wolves.

"Jia Wei, Ah Lang, you will go to the space for the time being."

At this time, the ghost who was waiting outside saw Feng Jiutian running out, his face turned pale with fright, and he looked at each other, and then ran out.

They knew that they were no match for her, and it was better to go and tell the Hades as soon as possible, lest things get out of hand.

The frenzied wolves have fallen into the devil, and there is no intention of stopping, madness has triumphed over reason, blood is boiling in the mind, and killing is blooming in the eyes.

"Look for death." Feng Jiutian snorted coldly, raised her sword and slashed at the wolves, her movements were dexterous and elegant, like an elf, her body was swaying, and her long skirt danced together.

A majestic sword momentum passed, and a snow wolf was cut into two pieces at the waist, and her flesh and blood splattered, and she immediately retreated, and her red clothes were not stained with a trace of filth.

Raising her lips and smiling, her movements became more and more weird, these evil wolves, let them do her sword practice, although there is no spiritual power, but her swordsmanship is still good, fast, accurate, ruthless, as long as the other party does not have spiritual power to stop her, with her strength, the edge of the sword, it may not be necessary to kill people.

The wolves were slaughtered one by one, the corpses piled up, and the blood flowed like a sea, but the woman in red did not have a trace of expression on her face, as if she had become a family meal.

On this continent, only the strong can survive, and the ants will one day float and die miserably.