The sunset is red and long, like blood staining the mountains and rivers.

A miserable scream sounded, the green mountains and flowers withered, and the trickle of green water stopped.

The rice in the rice field has also become a scene of cannibalism

。

The man who was standing in the rice field and harvesting rice put down the sickle in his hand and quietly looked at everything in front of him, which seemed to be a good show for him.

Within a few minutes, all the devourers inside and outside the valley were dead.

The man stepped on the bright red waves, and walked expressionlessly.

The scythe in his hand was stained with blood, dripping down like slime, and then melted into the ground.

"Luohong, it's time to end the hundred-year-old grudge."

The man picked up the scythe and looked at the color on it and said.

"It's time to finish, two hundred years, this number is too long."

A storyteller appeared in front of the man with a flask.

"Shogun Chengmian,

Don't come unharmed. ”

The storyteller's wine poured into the blood-red earth, and a fragrant smell spread from it.

The man looked at the storyteller differently, and the storyteller's face was old and his voice was hoarse.

It seems to have been weathered and suffered for a long time.

"You...... No way...... Aren't you already ...... Already ......"

"Already dead?"

The storyteller preemptively said.

"The devouring dragons are produced by your generals, you won't even forget their tenacious vitality, right?"

Telling a story, pulling the skin is a pull.

A human skin fell off, and what appeared in front of Cheng Mian was a burned, half-baked body.

"You didn't expect that, did you? Devouring the dragon originally relied on spiritual qi to live, as long as I was obsessed enough, how could I die easily.

”

Looking at the storyteller standing in front of him, Cheng Mian was a little flustered.

Because in his memory he was already reincarnated.

How could he still be alive and never let him find out.

"How did you do that? Why haven't we found you? ”

The storyteller pointed to the flask that had been thrown on the ground.

"It's not thanks to it, it can not only paralyze my nerves, but also paralyze the devouring worm."

After saying that, the storyteller's face was pulled down, and his gloomy face was clouded, as if another rainstorm was about to pass.

"Isn't it time for you to leave this world?"

After the storyteller finished speaking, he rushed to Chengmian without thinking about it.

Cheng Mian picked up the scythe in his hand and slashed at it.

The ruthlessness on his face doesn't have to be said to be a bad bookseller.

"Hmph, even you dare to fight with me? Do you know how you died by my sword last time? ”

The storyteller and Cheng Mian looked at each other, and the hand-to-hand fight of a hundred years ago seemed to appear in front of them again.

"Of course I do, so I will never show mercy to your men this time!"

The storyteller blocked Cheng Mian's scythe with his bare hands.

The knife slashed through his arm, and a scream was inaudible.

People who have long been accustomed to pain are naturally not afraid of pain

。

The storyteller wiped a large piece of devouring worm with his left hand, and with a reluctant look, he was wiped off and fell into the red mud, turning into one of them.

"I don't believe I can't kill you."

Cheng Mian wiped away the red dirt from his face, picked up the sickle, and slashed at the storyteller again.

"You don't know yet, do you? As the owner of the devourer, I know all too well its weaknesses. ”

Jomian jumped up and stabbed the tip of the scythe through the top of the storyteller's head.

A knife was thrust in, and a patch of blood smeared like a flower on the top of the storyteller's head.

Looking at the spring of blood city, he smiled reluctantly.

He easily pulled the scythe off the storyteller's head

。

"You don't know, do you? Devourers also share the same head with people, and you have lived for two hundred years and have not even found out, which is really stupid. ”

As soon as Cheng Mian finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his body.

"Ahh

He looked back and saw a hole in his waist that was full of incredulity.

"Heh, you think that's my death hole? I've been burned to death, do you think my brain will still be the control center of the devourer? ”

His hoarse voice was desolate, and he looked at the man with a hideous face with a blank expression.

"It's time for your skin to peel off, right? I'm afraid it's not comfortable to carry things that don't belong to you, right?

”

Cheng Mian looked at the storyteller in horror.

When his hand touched Cheng Mian's body, Cheng Mian frantically picked up the scythe in his hand and attacked the storyteller.

"No one wants to ruin my peerless appearance! Don't think about anyone! ”

Cheng Mian slashed down, and the cold ice instantly froze his hand.

For a moment, the entire blood color was covered with a layer of white frost.

The storyteller smiled smugly when he saw that Cheng Mian's feet had frozen.

"Don't run away, let's all be food for the mother worm."

Cheng Mian found out that he had been tricked, and he didn't want to keep himself here just to provide supply and demand for Luohong's degeneration.

"If you don't succeed, you all have to die, and if you can't escape, eternal life is mine! It's mine! ”

How could Cheng Mian, who had planned everything a long time ago, be willing to stay here and wait for death?

What he wants is eternal life in the worm mother, so he can't die.

"You rest and hurt me!"

Cheng Mian struggled to break free from the frost on his body.

But I don't want to think that although Luohong is weak and tired now, if she wants to cross the catastrophe, then the little devouring dragon that falls from him can only be her meal supplement.

"I can't, I can't ......"

No matter how hard Cheng Mian struggled, his body liquefied uncontrollably, and finally turned into a puddle of blood.

Looking at Cheng Mian's end, the storyteller breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the houses on the top of the hill with a smile in his eyes.

"My little princess must be well."

————*————*————*

Yan Qi, who was playing with the devouring dragon, found that the originally beautiful mountains and rivers suddenly turned blood red, and he had some doubts in his heart.

"Big bug, what's going on here?"

Yan Qi looked down at the devouring dragon at his feet.

Frost cocoons formed on the devourer's body.

Curious, Yan Qi poked the frost cocoon on Devourer's body with his hand, and the frost crawled down her fingertips to her hands.

Yan Qi was frightened and quickly shook his hand.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Help me! Help me! ”

Yan Qi, who fled in a panic, found that he was surrounded by dead insects.

There were also some strange voices that appeared in my head inexplicably.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, the faster you move, the faster your spirit will be in danger."

"Huh?"

Yan Qi, who was frightened, stopped and looked at the kind of devouring bird that looked like it was dying.

"Are you talking to me?"

The devouring bird blinked its tired eyes, and Yan Qi stood still.

A cold air approached, and Yan Qi, who was stunned, shivered, and she looked back behind her—a blood-red patch was covered with a layer of frost.

"What's going on? Why is it freezing all of a sudden? Can we find a way to get out of here? ”

Yan Qi asked a series of questions, and the slow brain that asked didn't know which one to answer first, so he directly scrapped it.

"Hello? Bug, are you still alive? ”

Yan Qi cautiously squatted down to inquire about the guy who was now sleeping on his feet.

Because this guy is cold and unconscious in her feet.

She moved her foot only to realize that it had actually fallen off her foot......