Chapter Ninety-Six: Light, Shadow, and the End of the War

Under Yang Zhan's perverted strange power, all the defenses of the person using the bone shield were like paper paste, and they were instantly split into two.

The stench of blood spread out, blood mixed with the internal organs, and the two broken corpses were silent.

One person in the shadow team died in a moment, and the two people standing on the tall building watching the play, Wu Qingfeng and Wu Qingyu, had different expressions.

At the same time, a young woman came behind Wu Qingyu with a baby who had just learned to speak, and looked carefully at the woman who Wu Qingyu found when she had just broken through the stairs.

And this woman is the wife of the sixth child, named Zhang Yun, and the two got married before the mutation began.

It's just that after the mutation began, people's hearts were lost, the legal system dissipated, the strong did whatever they wanted, and the weak trembled.

Zhang Yun was forcibly possessed by Wu Qingyu when the sixth child went out, and the sixth child was naturally full of anger when he knew about it, and planned to fight Wu Qingyu to the death.

But when the sixth child fell in a pool of blood covered with wounds, looking at Zhang Yun in front of him, the wife who was protecting him with a big belly, the sixth closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

Looking at the child in Zhang Yun's arms who came behind him, Wu Qingyu frowned, and his originally bad mood became worse.

If it weren't for his younger brother Wu Qingfeng desperately blocking him, then as early as when he Wu Qingyu knew that the sixth child had rebelled, this child's life would have come to an end.

Looking at this mother and son, Wu Qingyu spoke.

"What are you doing here, trying to force me to kill this little bastard quickly, aren't you? You should know that if it weren't for my little brother being mixed in, this little bastard would have been a pile of bones a long time ago. ”

Gently coaxed the little guy who was crying in his arms, a trace of tenderness appeared in Zhang Yun's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears that fell from the little guy's eyes, and then said in a flat tone.

"Such a big show, how can I not come to join in the fun, and I also happen to see how our King Wu's methods are to blame and kill people."

"Do you also think I directed it all? Would you believe me if I said it was my brother? ”

Moving away from the little guy's pretty face, Zhang Yun looked at Wu Qingyu, smiled mockingly, and said.

"Do you believe your words?"

On the battlefield, Yang Zhan looked at the broken body under his feet, and then at Xiaoli, who was surrounded by red hair, and the killing intent in his eyes kept converging.

When Shi Po saw this, he patted Yang Zhan's shoulder, and a sentence came out of the dragon's mouth.

"Don't worry, Xiaoli is fine, she should be almost resting now."

As the words fell, the hairs surrounding Xiao Li suddenly spread out, revealing Xiao Li standing up and holding two short swords.

As the hair spread out, Xiaoli came to Yang Zhan and the others on tiptoe, and the three of them gathered together and nodded to each other.

Without any words, the red hairs controlled by Shi Pogang suddenly all spread out, and all the hairs grew wildly in an instant, filling the entire battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, all the hairs danced one by one, dancing wildly like seaweed.

All the hairs danced wildly on the battlefield, and the strands of hair attacked the members of the Shadow Squad like extremely slender snakes.

Although the separated red strands were soft and fragile, they didn't have much attack power, but Shi Pogang didn't want to use the red hair to damage them, but to cover Xiaoli and divide the battlefield.

Among the surging red hair, a figure moved extremely fast, like a cunning rabbit like a raccoon cat, borrowing the cover of the red hair, flashing non-stop, almost in the blink of an eye, it arrived at Dongfang Qiushui's side.

While dodging Dongfang Qiushui's attack sideways, Chen Shuai slashed off a large piece of hair with a stab in his hand, but at this time, Xiaoli quickly approached.

Chen Shuai saw a figure in the corner of his eyes, and in a hurry, the military thorn stabbed suddenly, Xiaoli abandoned the short sword, bent her knees, and deftly dodged.

When he went around behind Chen Shuai, he pressed his body close to Chen Shuai's back, his hands and feet moved, and his soft body wrapped around Chen Shuai's body like a snake, instantly controlling Chen Shuai's limbs.

Before Chen Shuai could be stunned, the Dongfang Qiushui, who had a good relationship with Xiaoli, had already arrived in front of Chen Shuai, and the purple light flashed, and Chen Shuai became confused.

Seeing that Chen Shuai was controlled by himself, Dongfang Qiushui's arm moved slightly, the bright yellow Tang knife moved, and four muffled sounds sounded, and Chen Shuai fell to the ground.

Four wounds appeared, blood flowed out as if he didn't want money, two places on his shoulders, two places on his legs, and cold sweat all over his face, but Chen Shuai was so tight that he didn't let himself scream.

Seeing that Chen Shuai's face was slightly distorted because of the pain, Dongfang Qiushui said slowly.

"You should know why you didn't die, it's just that you and Luo Yu don't know each other after this time."

The red hair spread out and gradually returned to Shi Pogang's body, and the scene in the field as the hair retracted came into everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, Lao Qi shouted violently and stabbed the army in his hand and stood up to force Luo Yu back, and during the time of close combat, he was punched five times by Luo Yu with his inch fist, which made him feel a little angry in his heart.

The ants fought the dragon, and the dragon was injured by the ants, and although these injuries were painless for the dragon, it was a great humiliation for the dragon.

But for him, the scene in the field made the anger in his heart even more vigorous, in a short period of time, two dead and one injured, the realm was suppressed, and the number of people was suppressed, but it was they who were defeated, so how could Lao Qi's heart not be irritable.

Luo Yu, who was forced to retreat by Lao Qi, also saw the scene in the field, unlike Lao Qi, he was in a good mood and smiled, although his body was covered with wounds, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't stop the smile on the corner of his mouth, his teammates, his brothers, really never let him down.

The body staggered and almost fell to the ground, Luo Yu stabilized his body, although he relied on his fists and rage to forcibly make up for the gap between him and Lao Qi, but how could the gap between the two be so easy to make up.

Luo Yu didn't know how many punches he was punched by Lao Qi in the hand-to-hand fight just now, except that he was able to stabilize the situation a little at the beginning, and after Lao Qi adapted to Luo Yu's fighting style, Luo Yu was in a situation of being passively beaten, but he held on to his breath and dragged Lao Qi desperately, and finally created this kind of good situation.

Taking a deep breath and cheering up, Luo Yu shook the scarlet Tang knife in his hand, ready to fight in this time, the advantage is not equal to the victory, and there is still a way to go if he wants to win.

It's just that the development of things is not as Luo Yu thought, Lao Qi put away the military thorn and said.

"Luo Yu, I will keep today's events in mind, wait for me, but next time, don't be like an ant like now."

Hearing this, Luo Yu smiled and spoke.

"Ants can also hurt people."