"Don't be in a hurry. There is also a transfer here. ”

After the county guard ordered the three secret guards to supervise the soldiers to defend the city with a cold face, Mo Xiaoyou tightened the padded jacket on his body and comforted the county guard.

"Little boy, what else is there to do?!"

The county guard's eyes almost shot light, who would have thought that as soon as his words fell, a thunderclap suddenly rose to the ground, and then the raindrops that were originally just mixed with ice suddenly turned into a majestic rain.

As soon as the rain came, the wind rose even stronger, and even standing in the tower, both of them could feel the entire city wall trembling in the powerful wind.

"Little boy!"

In the midst of the shaking of the city tower, the county guard grabbed the ink demon to stabilize his body shaking with the city tower, and his voice was already full of panic - in the face of such a force of nature, those guards outside were simply unreliable!

"Don't worry, the turning point has come."

"Bold and wicked! Don't stop yet! Do you want to force Heaven to do it?! ”

A male voice sounded at the same time as the calm voice of the ink demon, magically suppressing the sound of the storm outside, and it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

Hearing this voice, the county guard's expression could no longer be described as surprised, and he looked at the ink demon with more reverence in his eyes:

"The little boy has already counted me to have the help of ghosts and gods?!"

In this regard, Mo Xiaoyou smiled silently, she symbolically patted the county guard who grabbed her arm, and after the other party let go of her hand in a mocking manner, she continued:

"Shoujun don't be impatient, wait for Mo to go out and explore."

Anyway, regardless of the look on the county guard's face, he had already walked out of the city tower with a bend. Facing him was a bright lightning bolt from the sky.

In the midst of the lightning, a man dressed in a Xijon beard was standing under the hurricane outside the city, his hair and clothes were all blown up by the hurricane, but his whole person was still immovable, holding a hunting fork in his hand, like a butcher who had just returned from hunting in the mountains.

"Gongsun Xia! If you get in the way again, you will blame the old demon for being ruthless! I am doomed to this strange city today! ”

"Demons! Stubborn! ”

Gongsun Xia cursed in a low voice, and threw himself into the hurricane with a hunting fork, and for a while, the hurricane seemed to have swallowed a poisonous snake, and began to twist and move from the bottom, but in a few breaths, the original scale had been reduced.

Mo Xiaoyou walked to the edge of the city in a few steps, looked at the demon wind in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then his long sleeves were stretched, and the table on his wrist took off his wrist.

This black jade bracelet is not conspicuous on such a windy and rainy night. What is strange is that the ink demon did not exert much strength, it seemed that he was just struggling to shake it, and the bracelet flew straight out of Sanli as if it was being held by something.

Straight down in the middle of the hurricane. It even happened to fall on the head of the monster who was inseparable from Gongsun Xia.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", the soldiers standing at the head of the city saw that the demon wind, which had shrunk in half, suddenly flew away. The rain and snow particles in it were like flowers scattered by the goddess, swirling and hitting everyone's face.

As soon as they made contact, the soldiers opened their mouths and cried out in pain. Each snow particle was like the sharpest bronze blade, leaving a deep mark on the armor, hitting the skin, and immediately bleeding.

In the midst of a miserable scream, the ink demon hid behind the city wall, and at the same time shrank his left wrist into his sleeve in this posture.