The summer in West Buria is very short, only about 1-3 months, the average maximum temperature in summer is only 15 degrees, and the temperature is still very low at night, and if there is no tent, it will only be worse if you spend the night in the forest.

"Whew~" A wolf howl, riding the cold wind of the night, broke the silence of the forest. Murong Demon Yue was awakened in her sleep, the cold air invaded her thin body, hunger and fatigue tortured her nerves, and her stomach, which had not eaten for a day and a night, protested to her with a voice.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the distance, and Murong Demon Yue grabbed the dagger at his waist and asked vigilantly, "Who?"

"Yue'er, don't be afraid, it's me!" Under the shadow of the tree, an equally young figure walked out of the grass, and the moonlight shone on his young face, and there was no expression in sight except for oil paint.

"Brother, have you found something to eat?" the little girl's face was full of anticipation, but it quickly turned to disappointment, because she saw the other party's empty hands.

"I'm sorry, Yue'er, I didn't find anything to eat. But don't worry, it won't be long before someone will bring us food. The boy slowly stepped forward and gently touched the girl's head, "Let's sit down and rest first, I promise you, I will let you eat first!"

With that, the boy patted the dust off his body and sat down against a tree.

The girl gently replied "yes", and sat down beside the boy, not caring about the dirty, torn and smelly clothes on the boy's body, and leaned directly into the boy's arms. After lying down for a few moments, he seemed to feel that something was missing, so he grabbed the boy's arm and put it on himself.

The boy smiled, and for the first time there was an expression on his face covered with oil paint, although it was a helpless smile, but it was so real, it was a joy from the heart. Gently took the girl in his arms, and then patted rhythmically, like a father coaxing his daughter to sleep.

Soon, the girl's breathing quieted out, and she really fell asleep, as if the boy's thin chest was the warmest, most comfortable, and strongest support in the world!

The bright moonlight shone on the boy's face, and he finally showed a trace of exhaustion, and blinked into the distance, and the boy slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he also fell asleep......

"Daddy, save me, please save me......"

Murong Yaoyang, who watched his younger brother slowly fall into the swamp, was tied hand and foot and gagged, and his mouth was gagged, but he couldn't help. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at his ruthless father with pleading eyes, hoping that he could get out of the way and save his brother.

Nearby, more than 30 children of about 10 years old, covered in mud, watched this scene coldly. In the distance, Murong Demon Yue, who was about to walk out of the swamp, heard this shout, and immediately turned around, and hurried to the direction where the sound came from with a deep foot and a shallow foot, without the slightest hesitation.

"I said that if you want to live long in this forest, the most important thing is not how smart you are and how much you have learned to live, but to obey my orders. Learning to obey orders is sometimes more important than saving your life. Here, no matter who you are, even if it's my son, I will treat everyone equally. If you can't, you'll end up like him. There was no expression on Murong Chuanyun's face, as if what he had just said was an inconsequential matter, as if it was not his son who fell into the swamp.

Looking at his father's cold eyes and indifferent face, Murong Demon Star was almost desperate. The icy muddy water had overflowed his chest, gradually engulfing towards his neck, and his breathing was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, making it impossible for him to cry out for help. The proximity of death terrified him even more, and he tried to crawl out of it, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank......

"Brother, sister, I will always love ......" There was no hope of survival, he used his last strength to shout the last words of his life, and then muddy water flooded his mouth, then his nose, and then the eyes full of unwillingness, anger, and infinite despair......

"Whew~" The boy woke up from his sleep and covered his mouth for the first time, because in this dangerous forest, even a few rapid breaths could attract nearby enemies.

The boy looked down at his sister, who was still asleep in his arms, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and after dispelling the eyes of his brother before he died, he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

About an hour later, at one o'clock in the morning, it was unusually quiet, and a very small insect chirp reached the boy's ears. At this time, it should have been the stage when people enter deep sleep, and a small sound, let alone waking up a sleeping person, even a awake person may not be able to detect it. But the boy woke up, looked up at the treetops in the distance, then gestured again, and closed his eyes again.

"How's it going?" asked the well-dressed girl under the shadow of the tree in a soft voice, in a firm tone.

"I've observed, there are three circles of traps on the periphery, and there's no one else in the center but them. According to the time calculation, both of them have now entered a deep sleep, and our people are already in position and ready to attack at any time. Another slightly neutral child's voice replied.

"Hmph, do you think you can sit back and relax with a few traps, such a survival test, any mistake may kill you. Murong Yaoyang, today is your death date!" After speaking, the girl made an attack gesture and rushed out first.

A few seconds later, two girls of one meter and five meters, with short lean hair, quietly appeared in front of Murong Yaoyang, the two daggers in their hands were stained with blood, and they were already thirsty for blood! The two looked at the two who were still asleep, glanced at each other tacitly, showed a bloodthirsty smile, reversed the tip of the knife, and pounced on the two.

"Oh no, fooled, get out of here!" the girl's voice sounded again, this time screaming.

Unfortunately, this reminder came too late, and before the two could react, two petite figures fell from the sky, like two predatory black cats, stabbing the daggers with cold light into the backs of the two short-haired girls. Two screams broke the silence of the night, startling countless sleeping animals.

The girl's subconscious reminder, not only did it not work, but also exposed her position, and a sharp dagger quickly cut through the air, cutting off a lock of the girl's hair and sticking it into a tree in front of the girl.

Murong Yaoyang stood up calmly, calmly patted the dust on his body, looked at the girl's back, and said sarcastically: "What's the matter, Tu Zimeng, your companions have been killed by your conceit and hatred, and they may not even be able to keep their corpses, can you bear to watch them in the wilderness? Or, stay and have dinner with us?"

"Hmph, what nonsense, kill if you want to kill, if your aunt frowns, she won't be the noble nine-tailed fox of the Qingqiu clan!"

After speaking, Tu Zimeng turned around, bathed in the murderous moonlight, his gently raised face was full of coldness and arrogance, and his facial features were not at all like the bewitching that the fox clan should have, but a kind of youthful heroic spirit.

"Hey, I've heard that the fox clan are all clever and timid people, and it's really strange to meet someone who is not afraid of death today. But I don't want to kill you, I want you to be my servant!" Murong Yaoyang leisurely paced in front of Tu Zimeng, his arm running over the tip of her hair, trying to pull out the dagger from the tree.

"You're dreaming!" Tu Zimeng suddenly screamed angrily, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve thrust into Murong Yaoyang's heart at an extremely fast speed.

These three words should be the signal that they had agreed to do in advance, and two arrows shot from not far away, one aimed at the unsuspecting Murong Demon Yue, and the other aimed at the back of Murong Yaoyang's head! Tu Zimeng could even guess the result of the next moment, but the smile on the corner of her mouth did not bloom after all, but was replaced by surprise.

The two arrows were shot down by the other two just before they were about to reach their target, accompanied by two muffled grunts. Murong Yaoyang's expression was still so casual, and it never changed from beginning to end. His left hand easily grabbed the opponent's wrist, and his right hand calmly pulled out the dagger on the tree, and then he gently picked up Tu Zimeng's chin with the tip of the knife, and raised the corners of his mouth lightly: "If you want revenge, be my servant obediently!"