Until death, the Golden Rat Demon had a deep disbelief in his eyes.

He never imagined that such a six or seven-year-old girl would have the ability to kill him.

Burst!

Without the slightest hesitation, little Lori pulled out the dagger that pierced the throat of the golden rat demon, and flashed sideways, dodging the claws of a hamster behind the golden rat demon, and also dodging the dirty blood sprayed on the golden rat demon.

The next moment, the hamster, who had just slashed a paw through the girl's throat, was stunned to find that he had lost the target of his attack.

"Back!"

After a moment of astonishment, the hamster turned decisively.

But......

"It's late."

When the dagger pierced the hamster's heart from behind, the girl's cold voice sounded at the same time, without any emotion, like Shura from hell, just to kill.

The four-headed demon beast was half destroyed in an instant.

At this moment, two other slightly smaller golden rat demons behind her rushed in front of the girl.

Although it is said to be a little smaller, the Golden Rat Demon, which can open the Spiritual Intelligence, is also about the same size as a girl's body.

It's just that looking at the girl's cold face, looking at the eyes that don't have any emotion, looking at the two companions who fell to the ground and didn't look at them.

These two golden rat demons subconsciously made a move - run!

Yes, two companions who were slightly stronger than themselves died at the hands of the girl, who did not think that they would be able to win.

Therefore, only by escaping, passing the news back, and allowing more people to besiege it, can we have a chance of survival.

It's just, where is that opportunity.

Before the two golden rats decided to escape, the girl had already stopped her way.

When a golden rat demon just turned around, the girl just stood still, raised her hand, and aimed her dagger at the throat of the golden rat demon.

Poof!

As if he had sent his neck to the other party's dagger, the golden rat demon did not understand when the girl was standing there and why he would hit the other party's dagger with his neck.

At the moment of the Golden Rat Demon's death, he felt his body soar into the air and fly in the direction of the village.

The next moment, he was completely unconscious.

And the next moment he was completely unconscious, his body smashed against the body of his other companion.

His companion stumbled and steadied himself and tried to run, but just as he was steasing his body, a dagger stabbed from behind him, piercing his heart and taking away all his life.

"For ...... Why. ”

This question, he can only take it to Huangquan Road.

Because, he was only concerned about running for his life, he would never know that at the moment of killing his other companion, while kicking the body of his companion at him, the girl had already chased him in the direction of his escape, without the slightest hesitation.

There was not the slightest pause.

After killing the four rat demons in one go, looking at the corpses on the ground and smelling the bloody air, the girl's face instantly turned pale.

A strong feeling of vomiting hit her, making her subconsciously want to lean down.

It's just that the voice of the teacher's teaching replayed in her mind, making her instinctively endure the discomfort caused by the first killing, step by step, step by step, stepping on the blood towards the village.

Slaughter!

It was a slaughter, a one-hit kill, and no monster needed a second shot.

Art, it's a killing feast of art.

Under the ability brought by the special exercises, although her strength was not stronger than those demon beasts, she seemed to be able to predict the opponent's next move, as if she could naturally find the opponent's flaws.

Then, you only need to start with this flaw and kill your opponent in the easiest way.

As the killing progressed, the girl found that although the exercises passed down by her teacher were only one exercise, without any martial arts, they seemed to include the skill of killing in the exercises.

In the midst of killing, she has become more and more proficient in grasping the weaknesses of the enemy, and she has become more and more proficient in mastering her own exercises.

Every time an enemy falls, it makes her a little stronger, and every time she strikes, it can deepen her understanding of killing.

One step, two steps.

One step at a time, hundreds of demon beasts in the village rushed out, some of them were weaker than her, and some were stronger than her.

Her face was cold, as if she was not facing hundreds of enemies, but a corpse.

There was no emotion in her eyes.

There was no killing intent, no fear, as if she was looking at the dead one by one, she herself...... Also a dead man.

Every time he passed by, every time he waved the dagger in his hand, a life was harvested.

She seems to be the master of killing, mastering the art of killing, and can always kill the enemy in front of her in the simplest, most efficient, most labor-saving, and most effective way.

As the killing progressed, she felt that her condition was getting better and better, her efficiency was getting higher, and her understanding of death and killing was getting deeper and deeper.

She forgot her fear, she forgot her hatred, she forgot her fear of death.

She is like a cold machine, and the only thing she has to do is kill all the enemies in front of her.

Every enemy who stood opposite her was the object of her hunt.

She was like a cheetah rushing into a pack of wolves, hunting frantically.

Regardless of whether he can survive the enemy, he just keeps killing the enemy in front of him.

Either the other party dies, or, they die.

Kill, kill.

The mechanical version wields the dagger in his hand, instinctively looking for the most correct way to strike, and reflexively turns killing into an art.

I don't know when, in front of her, there is not a single living being.

On the ground, there were corpses all over the ground.

Blood stained the land red, and pools of blood gathered in low-lying places.

She turned, stepped over the corpse, walked over the blood.

One step, one footprint, imprinted with red, smelly blood.

It is a symbol of the passing of life.

Step by step, I walked past the corpses, the corpses that she had killed with her own hands, and which she had seen fall in front of her.

The road under your feet seems to be extraordinarily long.

It was so long that she seemed to use all her strength.

Finally, she walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and walked in front of the white-clothed, clean and dusty figure.

"Teacher ......."

She screamed softly.

She saw that the person opposite had a smile on his face, and he smiled so gently, which made him think of his mother, who was always so gentle, and thought of his father, who had a rough face, but always cared for himself so carefully.

This smile made her seem to have found a support.

Faced with this smile, she unconsciously showed the same smile.

This smile seemed to use all her strength.

Her face instantly turned pale, and with a smile, she slowly fell back.

Instead of falling to the ground, she felt herself fall into a warm embrace before her consciousness sank into darkness.