Blood flowed from his waist, staining the clothes around his waist red, slowly gathering together and flowing down his legs to the ground.

"Why?" she spat out a few words between her teeth, her eyes full of disbelief.

If it weren't for this girl, Hate Wind wouldn't have entered here.

Could it all be a trap?

This girl is pretending to be a person from Thunderfire?

At this moment, the hatred wind has run out of oil, the spiritual power in her body is locked, and her body is imprisoned in this magic circle, and the move just now has exhausted the remaining strength in her body.

At this moment, she was holding on to the wall, and she could only barely maintain herself from falling, her hands and feet were like a thousand pounds, and she couldn't lift her hands at all, nor could she take a step forward.

The girl's eyes were extremely cold, and she raised the dagger in her hand and swung it at the throat of the hated wind, the merciless sharp blade with a cold killing intent.

Death is only a matter of moments.

The Thunderfire Assassin beside him stretched out two fingers and grabbed the tip of the dagger: "Wait, she's still useful." ”

His figure hung over the head of the hater, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and a heavy knife struck her in the back of the neck.

Hate Wind only felt that his eyes were dark and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was doused with a bucket of water, and the icy water soaked his hair and clothes.

Her hands were tied to the top of her head, and her whole tied hands fell off and hung in mid-air.

Surrounded by light and dark fires, many people can be seen walking around the fires.

There was the sound of a rushing river behind her, and there was such an underground river deep underground.

A faint purple halo rippled all around, and the magic circle, which made all the cultivators unable to move, was silently surrounding her.

In the corner, a man in a black robe and a mask on his head was casting a spell, and a strange purple light was jumping out from his undulating palm, like a cluster of dancing flames, flexibly jumping out of his palm and falling to the ground around him.

He was channeling a steady stream of spiritual power to the staff.

The assassin who had knocked the wind unconscious was standing beside the black-robed man and said to him, "Control it well, as long as you can trap her, don't let her faint." ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Hatewind, holding a long sharp iron rod in his hand, sliding it on the side of Hatwind's face, the sharp tip stinging Hatwind's skin.

He asked in an eerie tone, "Aside from you, where are the other Jackdaw Gate Protectors?"

Hate Feng looked at him sideways, thinking in his mind, this person knew his identity, and he must have premeditated.

To be able to do this, it must be the ghosts inside the Jackdaw Gate and the collusion with the thunder and fire, so that they will be so clear about all this.

Who is this person?

She snorted coldly and asked in a dumb voice, "How do you know that I'm from Jackdaw's Gate?"

"You're a smart man, don't you know that someone has betrayed you?" he tightened his grip on the iron rod in his hand, bringing the tip closer to the shoulder of the hater, inch by inch.

He asked sharply, "Don't talk nonsense, where are the other Jackdaw Gate escorts in this mission?"

Hate Wind shook his head disdainfully: "Do you know, where is your biggest failure this time?"

As soon as he heard this, he immediately let the iron rod in his hand pierce under the collarbone of Hate Wind's shoulder, very close to the heart, but not fatal, and said, "This is not the answer. ”

With the sound of muscles tearing, bright red blood slowly flowed out, staining the clothes red.

Hate Feng gritted her teeth, but due to the influence of the magic circle, the strength was not enough, and she still couldn't help but snort, she said: "The most failed place for you is that you don't completely control my consciousness. ”

As she spoke, a burst of dazzling white light condensed above her head, and the spatial hub slowly condensed at the call of the consciousness of the hated wind.

The white light was dazzling, illuminating the dimly lit underground passage.

Close to the underground river, there is a large stretch of sand and tall enough space for the bone-burning finch to spread out here.

The iron rod in his hand slid to the ground, and he took a few steps back tremblingly: "Impossible, your spiritual power has been blocked by the magic circle, what is this?"

A huge white bone-burning finch flew out of the white light, with irresistible solemnity, and cold and penetrating flames spat out of its beak.

"This is a spatial hub, controlled by the mind, not spiritual. "Hate the wind and answer coldly.

The flames were the first to target the black-robed man who cast the spell, and it all happened so fast that before he could react, he was already engulfed in flames, dissipated into ice chips, and disappeared forever into the darkness of the earth.

The magic circles around him darkened, and there was nothing to trap the hateful wind.

"Run!" the cries of the people around him came and went, "What kind of monster is this!"

The blue ice and fire are like the judges in the netherworld, mercilessly taking the lives of the wicked, and no one escapes.

Hatewind's hands were still tied by ropes and hung up, her physical and spiritual powers had not fully recovered, and she looked at everything around her coldly, like a ruthless demon.

Do you get close to the demon and you will be assimilated yourself?

Not a single one is left.

These four words came to Hate's mind. She was suddenly surprised at what she thought.

When did she start being so murderous?

Suddenly, she saw the little girl hiding behind a box, the innkeeper's daughter, who was now like a shivering puppy, helpless against everything in front of her.

Hate Wind suddenly restrained the Burning Bone Sparrow with his mind, causing it to fall to the ground, folded its wings, stood firm on the ground, closed its beak, and did not continue to make hurtful moves.

The girl's expected death did not come, she slowly removed the hand above her head, opened her eyes, and saw the giant bird stopped in front of her, looking down at herself, in her ice blue eyes, there seemed to be a deep world, and there was no end in sight.

"Why did you betray the Jackdaw Gate?" said the hoarse voice of the hater, not loud, but in this dark underworld, it sounded exceptionally clear.

The girl realized that Hate Wind was asking herself, and she stood up with the box, but due to fear, she couldn't use her hands and feet, and she couldn't stand up several times, so she simply sat on the ground, leaned against the box behind her, and took a deep breath.

"My name is Si Ling, my father, actually Si Tianhua, was expelled from the Jackdaw Gate. Actually, at the beginning, I approached Lei Huo to find out the news and help my father return to Jackdaw Gate, but I never expected that I would be used by Lei Huo instead. ”

"Have you ever thought about the people in the Jackdaw Inn, you really can't bear to do this?"

The girl raised her head suddenly, with remorse and determination in her eyes: "I don't want to! I didn't expect that the matter would be so serious, this is different from what my father said at the beginning, I didn't know at all, this would kill so many people as the second uncle." ”

As she spoke, her tears flowed out of her eyes like a river bursting its banks.