Yueqing ran with Meng Ge for a long time, almost sleepless, the heavenly soldiers and generals could catch up at any time, he didn't dare to slack off, day and night, and strive to reach Lin'an as quickly as possible, where was the nearest city.

"Rustle—" The wind whistled in his ears, and the gray sky was shrouded in mist, and the towering ancient trees reached into the sky, wrapped around vines the size of an adult's arm, and occasionally the sound of strange beasts in the depths of the jungle could be heard neighing.

The white fox was huge, running on land, and the tall trees along the way were trampled into dust, leaving two rows of tight footprints.

The snow-white and translucent fur, not stained with fine dust, and the neck with the fluffiest hair, there is a small person lying on his stomach, which is not conspicuous at first glance.

"Aqing, let's rest for a while." The woman yawned repeatedly, her voice was lazy, and a teardrop could not fall, which was pitiful.

"Okay." He responded, and the beast's body haloed with a soft light, and instantly turned into a young man, with a face like beautiful jade, and warm eyebrows and eyes.

Carry the person to the lake, put it down, the lake is sparkling, crystal clear, take a tuft, take a sip, and the mouth is full of sweetness.

"Ah Qing, you also come to drink some water, you ......" Meng Ge happily beckoned, turned around, and was stunned.

Yueqing walked to the other side, with her back to her, with a flirtatious smile on her face, her big hand untied her belt, the sound of her robe falling, her half-naked back was white and smooth, and her black hair hung down, with a few traces of gorgeous light.

Further down, there were scars, every hole was bone-deep, the carrion inside was rotten, and there was still a little rubble that had not been cleaned up.

Simply and neatly, tear off a piece of cloth, dip it in water, wipe it slowly, turn your big hands into claws, and rip off the carrion, the whole process is covered with cold sweat, and you don't say a word.

"I'll do it." Someone held his hand, took the medicine bottle and applied it evenly, Meng Ge's hazy shadow enveloped him, the distance between them was so close, he could feel her shallow breath as light as a feather.

The jade hand stroked on the back, slowly, slowly, the fingertips were as gentle as mutton fat white jade, and the tip of the nose was a good smell of sandalwood......

"Ge'er?" Her face was lightly pressed against it, and she pounced.

Yueqing turned around and hugged her waist, her eyes were full of smiles, and her tone was playful: "It's strange that I have to speak, it turns out that I am eating my son's tofu, tsk."

"Where, how can there be ......" Red clouds floated on Meng Ge's cheeks, and he stammered a little.

Yueqing pinched her face, and was about to tease her with two words, when a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and the gray bird with fluttering wings rushed over, with a long roar, its claws grazed its arms, leaving shocking scars, the wounds gradually blackened, rotted, and the warm liquid was ticking.

Then a large flock of gray birds formed in a flock, hovering in mid-air, occasionally swooping down and stretching out their claws to grab a fierce grasp.

"Ah Qing, what is this, go away, go away......" Meng Ge was so frightened that he screamed and hid in his arms, and it didn't take long for his dress to be torn to tatters, faintly revealing a creamy white skin.

In the darkness, a large area of scarlet eyes was also slowly approaching, accompanied by a rhythmic stampede, and with bloody fangs, densely packed......

"Whew-"

"Whew-w-"

Whether it is a wolf pack or a wolf that has become a half-spirit, most of them can understand human speech, know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and it is more difficult to deal with.

It took a little closer to see what they looked like.

It is much larger than the average wolf, with stronger limbs, sharper claws, rough skin and thick flesh, and speed like the wind.

The most distinctive is the leader of the wolf king, gray hair, with a flame mark on the top of his head, a pair of fangs are clearly exposed, stained with blood, obviously just eaten, when its fangs are completely falling, it is the time when it becomes a refined form.

Sensing the danger, Yueqing hurriedly pushed Meng Ge to climb up the tree: "Quick, go up, don't be afraid, I'll solve it."

How could she not be afraid? I had long been frightened and my legs were weak, and my hands and feet did not obey the call, and I kept trembling, and I barely climbed the trunk of the tree.

At this time, the wolves had already surrounded them, staring at them fiercely, and let out a burst of howls.

Yueqing's mana was sealed, and he could only carry it hard, folding the fan in his hand, and throwing out a few beautiful fan flowers, which was awe-inspiring.

"Howl~~" With a roar in the sky, more than a dozen wolf monsters pounced, superimposed one after another.

"Whew-" is the sound of the magic weapon spinning and sweeping, and the flames rise to the sky, and where the edge is pointing, it is invincible.

"Puff puff ......"

"Howl~"

"Roar!!"

Bright blood clouded the color of the lake, wolf howls resounded through the sky, one after another, and the flames crackled as the fur burned......

There were already a lot of broken corpses on the ground, and Meng Ge stayed on the tree, smelling so much blood, he couldn't help but retch.

Suddenly, a wolf turned around, opened its bloody mouth, and bit at her with its claws on the trunk of a tree, and the hem of its skirt was violently tugged.

"Ge'er!" Yue Qing was just about to turn around, when a lightning bolt flashed in front of him, and the wolf fell straight to the ground, dead, with a sharpened wooden thorn stuck in the fatal part of his neck, and the blood flowed like a stream.

The night was as cold as water, the biting chill gradually spread, the thick fog gradually rose, blurring the moonlight, and the woman's figure loomed, like a ghost.

The dress is a little torn, the skirt is neatly tied, the action is agile, the cherry-like lips are lightly raised, the cold does not contain a trace of temperature, exuding the breath of the living.

Holding a wooden thorn in his hand, with a slight wave, he slashed through the wolf's neck with great precision, and for a while, the minced flesh flew sideways, and blood splashed on her body, like a desperate Shura who came out of hell.