Behind Huang Ying, the branches that were originally straight and stretched out seemed to turn into soft rattan whips, twisting and stretching towards them in a strange manner.

The two of them leaned against the trunk of a tree, like prey surrounded by a clump.

But Huang Ying didn't notice it yet, just buried her head in Feng Yi's neck and sucked.

On the originally fair skin, there were ambiguous traces.

"Stop making a fuss." Feng Yi patted her on the back, "Look at what we're surrounded by?" ”

Huang Ying looked up at him, her eyes were full of doubts, but when she looked around, her face immediately turned from pink to white, "Let's leave quickly!" ”

But after half a minute, Feng Yi asked the girl who was looking at her hands stupidly, "What's wrong?" ”

The girl's eyes were already red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, "I can't do it......"

As a divine bird, they are different from Ji Ying, who relies on spiritual power to float in the air, flying is an instinct, and they never rely on spiritual power. At this moment, although the spiritual power is circulating in her body, she can't lift a trace of extra strength to let herself fly up from the branches.

Now standing with Feng Yi like this is already the limit.

Feng Yi's face darkened, and his uninjured hand summoned a long sword and directly cut off several vines that suddenly approached them.

It was only then that he saw what was going on. On each branch, there are vines of the same color as the branches, but without any leaves. The vine grows with the branches, and each time the branch forks, the vine also grows branches.

At this time, although the vines were bent towards them, once they got close to a certain range, the originally soft tips stretched straight, like slender needle tips glowing in the sun.

"Where's your scimitar? Can't you call it out? ”

Seeing Huang Ying's aggrieved little girl, Feng Yi's heart softened, and she sighed helplessly, "Then you can help me." ”

He hadn't seen her like this in nearly a hundred years, and it suddenly made him feel like he was back when she was pitiful and called herself "brother".

Almost all of the vines began to sharpen their stabs and attack them within a radius of two meters from them. Cutting off the tips only slowed down their attack temporarily, and vines from elsewhere continued to spread over to join the attacking team.

Suddenly, I heard a soft cry in my ears: After all, there is still a fish that has slipped through the net.

The vines pierced into Huang Ying's bare calves like thin needles, like the vampires described in the human world, not only injecting her with toxins that made her even more powerless, but also frantically devouring her life force.

The originally fair and delicate skin was centered on the wound, and there was visible aging around it.

In that position, Feng Yi has no way to cut it directly with a sword, it is worth letting the sword out of his hand and controlling it with spiritual power, and the embankment will not be swept away by the vines.

Although the severed tip was still pierced on the calf, it withered rapidly, and Huang Ying pulled it out with a slight pull.

Suddenly, I found that a fruit hanging on the branch not far away, which had just turned yellow, not only turned yellow at this time, but also grew a lot.

The two of them felt a chill down their backs: Could it be that the fruit of this tree is all grown and matured by vines absorbing the vitality of animals?

It was close to dusk when I came, and after this toss, the sky had already begun to darken.

The speed of the vines' attacks seemed to slow down as the sunlight faded, but before they could rejoice, the vines on the periphery that had been cut off their tips wriggled and intertwined, turning into a huge sphere.

Inside the large ball of vines, the sharp vines pointed directly at them, leaving no place for them to touch or move except for the trunk behind them.

Facing the still vines, Feng Yi tentatively cut off one, but nothing happened, and it seemed that he had really fallen into a state of rest.

With some physical strength, Feng Yi shaved the blade in the ball clean, and stuck a night pearl in the gap between the vines, before sitting down against the trunk with the help of Huang Ying.

Fang Cai also tried to use his sword to open an exit on the ball, but as soon as the sword went down, he didn't know how thick the rattan ball was entangled, so he had to give up.

"Brother Yi, it's all my fault."

The soft voice with a crying voice shouted a title that he hadn't heard for many years, which made Feng Yi a little surprised.

Seeing that he looked at him but didn't speak, Huang Ying only thought that he was so angry that he couldn't speak, and tears rolled down his cheeks, "If it wasn't for me eating indiscriminately, how could we be trapped here...... You're so badly injured, and you still have to protect me......"

was so sad that Huang Ying not only spoke intermittently, but even began to hiccup, which made Feng Yi laugh.

"Okay, stop crying, it's not your fault." The wide palm gently wiped away the tears on her face, "People who are almost three hundred years old, why are they still crying like this?" ”

At the mention of age, Huang Ying cried even more fiercely, and her hiccups became even worse, "If it weren't for me, where would you come to such a ghost place, where would you break your hands and feet...... It's time to marry Sister Yue! It's all my fault! ”

"My hand hasn't been broken yet." Feng Yi touched her head with pity, "It's not your fault. What if I am not there and you lose your life in this situation? ”

Huang Ying, who was asked, looked at him and stopped talking, his nose twitched, and the hiccups still didn't stop.

The tears stopped, Feng Yi's fingers danced to mobilize spiritual power to wipe away the tears for her, but suddenly heard her whisper a word.

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Feng Yi's movements stopped suddenly. Huang Ying looked at him stunned, thinking that he hadn't heard, "Brother Yi, if we can go back safely, you and Huang Yue should get married." I won't stop you. ”

His little sister finally said what he had been waiting for, but Feng Yi did not feel joy in his heart. There was silence for a long time before he spat out a word from his mouth: "Good." ”

Huang Ying's hiccups also stopped, and there was an inexplicable silence in the vine ball.

Huang Ying was reflecting on her actions at this time, and did not make a sound, Feng Yi looked at her quietly, and finally closed her eyes.

When Feng Yi opened his eyes again, Huang Ying fell asleep on his lap. The light in the rattan ball had already lit up, and it was thrown through the gap created by the vines that began to squirm, Feng Yi found that the sky had lit up, so he gently patted Huang Ying's back, "It's dawn, wake up." ”

Seeing Huang Ying sit up in a daze and yawn, Feng Yi asked softly, "Have you recovered your strength?" Can you summon the scimitar? ”

Huang Ying was stunned for a while before her mind turned around. Holding on to the trunk of the tree, she staggered to her feet, and with a flip of her palm, a sharp blade like a crescent moon appeared in her hand.

But before Feng Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard her say, "But there is still no way to fly......

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