"We have been with the young master for so many years of brotherly relationship......"

The voice of the wolf twelve was extremely sad and sad, and the end of the sound was bloody.

The light in his eyes dimmed little by little with the surging blood, and he seemed to finally realize that he wanted to live for him, his head stared desperately, looked at Dai Yong, opened his mouth, and only made a faint sound in his throat, and the blood bubbles were sticky.

Finally, there was no movement in the skull, but the red and black eyes were still staring blankly, and they were dead and blind.

Dai Yong looked at it, and the blood all over his body seemed to be drained, leaving only a cold body soaked in formalin.

His pupils were shocking, bloodshot eyes were all over his eyes, as if he was going crazy, Dai Yong hugged his head and cried bitterly.

"Twelve——!

"No!!"

……

Eleven and Twelve had only a few pools of blood left.

At this moment, several pools of blood-colored river water like a rising tide began to fill, like a gushing, and then overflowing, spreading.

It's fast, and it's spreading widely.

Dai Yong was in the middle of it all at once.

The touch under his feet was warm and sticky, but it gave Dai Yong a cool feeling, as if an evil spirit had climbed up from under the ground.

He shouldn't have felt that way.

Dai Yong looked down, and was shocked to realize that he was actually barefoot.

The scarlet color is a paradise for vampires and a source of fear.

After a while, the deep red had soaked through Dai Yong's bare feet, touching his muscular and sturdy calves.

Dai Yong looked around and was horrified to find that the horizon had not changed.

It's not that the blood is rising, it's that he's sinking!!

It was as if he had stepped into the middle of a swamp, in a dilemma.

Dai Yong is a big old man, commonly known as simple-minded, with well-developed limbs.

He subconsciously struggled violently with his predicament. Good web

His eyes were full of fear and his face was anxious.

A heart is beating violently, and it is extremely chaotic.

He could even clearly hear the sound of a drum, beating quickly in his ears.

……

In this blood-colored swamp, the more he struggled and sank, the more powerful he became, not to mention that Dai Yong was still a heavyweight, and the speed of being swallowed by the abyssal giant mouth naturally doubled.

Just a few gaspsWith his kung fu, Dai Yong is like being planted in a paddy field and can only see the head.

"!!"

"What the hell is this!"

"Why do you sink deeper and deeper?!"

"Is there anyone, is there anyone, come on, help me, save me, pull me out!!"

"Help—"

He was terrified to death, and his instinctive desire to survive made him yell and scream regardless of his image, and his resolute and rude face was twisted to the extreme.

His limbs couldn't move at all, his shoulder blades seemed to be pierced by cold and sharp iron hooks, and his strength was sealed layer by layer by the chains made by Xuan Bing, without any ability to resist.

It's like fish on a knife, which can only be slaughtered by others.

It is also like a person who has been dismembered and soaked in an altar.

When the crimson soaked his mouth and nose, Dai Yong calmed down.

No, according to his understanding and conjecture, he should have died......

So what does he need to be afraid of? What do you need to struggle with?

Dai Yong thought of Wolf Twelve's words again.

Happiness and hardship are shared together, not seeking to live together but to die together.

And the blood that drowned him was Wolf Eleven and Wolf Twelve.

So it was the brother who asked him to accompany them?

It's okay, it's too lonely to be alone, and it's not bad to be with your brothers.