"Finally got you." Mu Xiaowu smashed his mouth, and looked at the wooden harrier who spread its wings at him with a cruel smile. Although this smile was not weird, it seemed that her eyes were brighter, like two red glass beads, even the pupils were red, and the black shadow of the wooden harrier was reflected in them.

"After being hungry these days, I can finally have a full meal." When she said this, her stomach screamed at the right time, which happened to be a proof of her hunger.

The wooden harrier took two steps back vigilantly, and the next moment, it flapped its wings and flew towards her, the red silk spurting from its pupils straight to her forehead.

Mu Xiaowu didn't hide, but let the red silk that was divided into three petals suck her eyebrows, and then in Zhao Zimai's panicked warning, she suddenly stared at the eyes of the wooden harrier.

She saw it, she saw the man in black kneeling on the shore of the lake, holding a paintbrush and lightly touching its pupils, and she saw a pot-bellied woman falling from it, and she saw many, many ...... Even when he saw the little girl who had escaped from the forest just now unconscious, it flew carefully with her, for fear that she would fall off his back.

"It's just a good kite to be, but it's just a waste of greed and causing so many troubles. Wood Harrier, today, I will accept you, and you will be infatuated with the world. ”

She sneered and said a word, her eyes bulging outward, and the muscles on her face seemed to be detached from the bones, rising and falling, as if to set off a storm on her beautiful face.

At the same time, the wooden harrier let out a frightened roar, and its body quickly retreated. The surging heat in its body was irretrievably surging towards Mu Xiaowu, but instead of sucking her flesh and blood, it was sucked up by her.

"It tastes good." She stared at it, caressing the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

The wooden harrier felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if it had become a real kite. It retreated in horror, only to find that the long red beard was completely glued to Mu Xiaowu's forehead, and it couldn't pull it off, even if it used all its strength, even if its body had flown off the ground, it still couldn't pull her.

She was like a tower, a tower growing out of the ground, standing tall and immovable.

A white light fell from his eyes, and Mu Harrier felt that his pupils spewed out a stream of heat, and he couldn't stop it, covering Mu Xiaowu's face. However, its body was able to move, and it was as light as a thin piece of paper.

"Let's go." Yuan Daoqiao put the short knife in his hand into his sleeve, raised his leg and skillfully stepped it onto the back of the wooden harrier, and whispered.

The wooden harrier soared into the air, as fast as a cannonball. It flew towards the nearest cloud, and in an instant it disappeared into it.

Mu Xiaowu silently thought in her heart, although she had thrown the copper needle, she felt that it was very likely that she would not be able to embroider it. Because the wooden harrier knew that this time it was a life-and-death fight, so he tried his best.

Sure enough, the copper needle was already weak when it approached the clouds, and it fell against the gilded edge of the clouds, while the wooden harrier rushed out of the end of the cloud and continued to fly high into the air.

"I'm afraid I'm going to let it escape again." Zhao Zimai saw the copper needle falling, clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it on the thigh, and said in a deep voice, "In this way, it will be difficult to find it again." ”

After saying this, he felt that Chen, who had been standing beside him, was shocked, and then suddenly turned around and ran towards the back. Chen Yong's eyes searched back and forth in the crowd, and when he saw the two guys in his shop, his eyes lit up, and he ran to the two of them and grabbed the spools in their hands with both hands.

"What is Chen Gongzi going to do?" Ling'er muttered blankly.

"He's going to use the dragon's head centipede to force down the wooden harrier." Zhao Zimai saw that Chen Yong pulled a spool, and the two dragon head centipede kites in the air turned around, and when they flew towards the wooden harrier, they had already guessed his intentions.

"But how could such an evil thing be held hostage by two kites?" Ling'er's voice trembled slightly, and she watched without blinking as two dragon-headed centipedes with a length of about twenty feet approaching the wooden harrier, their hands crossed in front of their chests, their chests rising and falling.

"Of course it wasn't possible before, but now, the wooden harrier has absorbed seventy percent of its mana, and it has to carry the fat-headed and big-eared Yuan Daoqiao, but it's impossible to say." Having said this, Zhao Zimai glanced at Ling'er, his eyebrows raised upward, and he said suspiciously, "Miss Ling'er, you don't want to ...... Wood Harrier caught? ”

Ling'er was stunned by his question, her lips moved a few times, and she lowered her head to look at her toes, as if she wanted to defend herself, but at this moment, an exclamation broke out in the crowd.

"Bumped, bumped."

Zhao Zimai and Ling'er looked up at the sky at the same time: the wind had now blown away the heavy clouds, revealing a translucent blue undertone. Ling'er felt that the color of the sky was very similar to the lake at the foot of Mount Lu, so clear that it seemed that she could see the bottom at a glance, but when she looked closely, she couldn't see anything.

The wooden harrier rises and falls in the blue, rising a few feet at one time and falling a few inches at the other: two dragon-headed centipede kites press against its outstretched wings, and under Chen's nimble maneuvering, they are trying to pull it downward.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

An ethereal bamboo whistle came from the sky, and the wooden harrier seemed to be in a hurry, because Yuan Daoqiao had already slid from its back to its tail in the impact of Fang Cai, and now, he was desperately pulling its scissor-shaped tail with his two hands, his legs kicking in the air, and his mouth was still screaming in horror, obviously he couldn't hold it anymore.

The crowd let out a low or high exclamation as the wooden harrier moved up and down, and even Mu Xiaowu raised his neck to look at the sky, not daring to take his eyes off the wooden harrier for half a moment.

Only one person watched all this calmly, it was Chen Yong, although his hands had been blurred by the chrome of the kite string, but now, he no longer turned the spool, only whispered a few words to the two guys, and let the wooden harrier fly up against the two dragon head centipede kites.

Zhao Zimai suddenly knew what he was going to do......

Sure enough, in the next moment, Chen Yong and the young man on the left let go of the spool in his left hand at the same time, and he pulled the spool in his right hand with both hands.

The force pressing on the left wing suddenly disappeared, but the right wing suddenly sank, and the wooden harrier suddenly lost its balance, and its body turned sharply to the right, rolling down three or four times in a row, before it could barely maintain its balance.

But it was too late, and just as it could barely hold its ground, Yuan Daoqiao was no longer able to support it, and after letting out a cry of fear, his hand broke away from the tail of the wooden harrier, and fell like a colorful boulder towards the ground.