When the day was light and paper kite dance was worried about Fang Yue.

Lord Han, who 'turned his head', looked at Lin Ling.

He felt that Lin Ling's growth had become more responsible and assertive than before.

If it was when Guyue Village was still there, Lin Ling would definitely ask for his opinion, instead of taking the initiative to speak out and say what he thought.

After thinking about it, Lord Han said, "Captain Lin, why did you choose Qingsi County?" ”

The other villagers may not know, but Lord Han knows it.

Along the way, there are actually a few villages that are suitable for living in, and the environment and safety are also guaranteed.

If it is simply to find a suitable place to live, those villages can actually accept it.

Lin Ling was silent.

After a while, he spoke bitterly: "First, it's because the security of Qingsi County is higher than that of the village. We have lost so much overnight that I don't want to lose anyone in my village again.

The second is...... I want to be strong! ”

Lin Ling clenched his fists, his nails sinking into the flesh, trembling slightly, and he looked directly into Lord Han's eyes.

"Lord Han! I want to be strong! So many deaths in front of me, but I can't do anything about it.

I know I'm not qualified! But I want to fight for it, and it is rumored that some natural treasures can change a person's qualifications and wash the marrow and cut the hair. Compared to those small villages, I think Qingsi County should have the opportunity to get in touch with that kind of thing. ”

Watching Hua Wuye die in front of him, watching the villagers fall in a bizarre massacre, and witnessing the destruction of his hometown.

Originally, he just wanted to cultivate hard in the village, but Lin Ling, who thought that one day, he would definitely be able to inherit the inheritance of Lord Han, finally changed his mind.

He thought...... Take the initiative to break it! Don't break it, don't stand it!

Wait where you are, you can't wait for anything, get stronger! Get stronger! Get stronger!!

It is not required to become as powerful as Fang Yue and Lord Han, but at least it is necessary to make progress, rather than standing still for ten years and being trapped in the third-rate realm of the day after tomorrow.

Indigenous villagers are not as fast as players in terms of their innate growth.

Lin Ling witnessed the demise of Guyue Village with his own eyes, and was stimulated by Fang Yue's growth rate of cultivating from an ordinary person to the second realm of the day after tomorrow in about a month, and even wrestling with a rain-level powerhouse.

However, as long as he calmed down and thought about it with his brain, he should understand that Fang Yue's kind of was a complete exception, and it was the player's prerogative.

Ordinary aborigines, if they want to grow so fast, they really need qualifications, and they need unique resources to irrigate it, so that it is possible to show such a growth rate.

And Lin Ling, there is no such condition.

He can only find and pursue by himself, and no one knows how far he can rush in the end.

But the scene of Fang Yue repelling the Wuyu Clan last night has been forever imprinted in Lin Ling's heart, and it will never be forgotten! And motivate yourself with it!

He's changing, slowly changing, from the foundation, from the mind, starting to change.

Lord Han watched his changes and sighed in his heart.

If Lin Ling had better qualifications, or if he had a little talent, he might have passed on the inheritance to him a long time ago.

During the period when Fang Yue hadn't appeared yet, Lord Han dragged his heavy wounded body, and he didn't live long, and he had already considered leaving a legacy, so he could be regarded as having an explanation.

It's a pity that after such a year, Lin Ling hasn't even cultivated to the point where he is qualified to inherit his inheritance.

Lord Han wanted to pat Lin Ling on the shoulder and comfort him, but now he only had a head left, and he didn't even have a body, so this kind of thing couldn't be done, and even after being thought to be dead by the old man before and thrown to the ground, Lord Han used a head and rolled all the way to their gathering point in the mud.

After verbally comforting a few words, the night rain outside, the thunder gradually subsided, and the rain gradually became smaller.

Everyone had been through a lot that night, and after arranging for some people to keep vigil, everyone fell asleep.

Even Lord Qiangru Han slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed quickly.

When the morning sun rose the next morning, the night rain had stopped somehow.

In the early morning after the night rain, the sun was shining brightly.

After Lin Ling arranged for the Tiandan Paper Kite Dance and them to guard Fang Yue and some of the wounded, he took the others to the ruins of Guyue Village, scavenging supplies and looking for survivors.

The former is okay, there is still a bit of a chance.

But the latter......

Lin Ling felt that there was little hope, because last night not only experienced the attack of the Wuyu Clan, but also experienced the erosion of the night rain.

Combined, it is almost impossible for anyone to survive alone.

But when they were busy until noon, Lin Ling suddenly saw Jing Yan who was searching for supplies together, and hurriedly ran towards him.

"Captain Lin, Captain Lin! We've found survivors! ”

Survivor?!

Lin Ling's pupils shrank, and his face showed ecstasy.

"Who is still alive...... No! Take me there now! ”

They followed Jing Yan all the way over, and soon, they came to a house where the walls had completely collapsed.

There were already a lot of people lifted inside, all of them with sad faces, and some of them shook their heads and sighed.

This made the excited Lin Ling sigh in his heart, and faintly felt that something was wrong, could it be ...... Am I late? The survivor has died of serious injuries?

It seems that Lin Ling's arrival was discovered, and people got out of the way.

Lin Ling walked in, looked inside, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

In the ruins of the dilapidated and messy house, a broken wooden thorn with a thickness of more than thirty centimeters pierced the chest of the man lying on the ground.

This tragic death is like a person on the ground, suddenly finding that the broken wooden thorn has fallen, and then flying over to protect something, and then being pierced by the wooden thorn and dying.

Lin Ling's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the expression on his face gradually became painful and angry, and his body trembled.

For he recognized the man on the ground who had been pierced by wooden thorns.

Even though he only turned his back to everyone, Lin Ling did recognize it.

Is that...... Blood Hunter!

When Lin Ling walked next to the Blood Hunter's corpse, he was finally sure that he had not confessed his mistake.

The handsome old face that was enough to fascinate the older women of Guyue Village had multiple wounds, and even a wound that was cut directly from the left cheek to the bridge of the nose, and was disfigured on the spot.

Lin Ling didn't know what the Blood Hunter had been through last night, but the Blood Hunter must have fought desperately.

He remembered that at that time, the Blood Hunters followed them to confront the Wuyu Clan, and later they were pressed down by the black clouds and broke up the formation before they separated.

Outcome...... Last night's battle side by side was the last goodbye in this life.

Lin Ling's fists were clenched, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Wang!"

Suddenly, the corpse of the blood hunter flickered and let out a weak dog bark.

After a pause, Lin Ling suddenly understood what the survivor Jing Yan was talking about.

The Blood Hunter is dead, there's no doubt about it.