I will not dwell on the foul language of the adults, lest I insult its glorious image, although there is nothing good about the fat hen.

In short, at this critical moment, the tiger cat finally woke up.

I unzipped it, and the tiger cat that had been sleeping for many days immediately appeared alive, first smacking me angrily with his wings, and scolding in his mouth, saying that your sister, suffocate the adult, I am ...... However, when it saw my bloody bitter ghost, it was startled again, looked around, and asked what was going on? When I finished describing the general situation in the most concise and clear language, the adult looked at the demons and monsters outside, and faced with this desperate situation, it took a breath of cold air and came out with a sentence:

"I'm rubbing, this ghost looks so ugly, and he doesn't have any sense of agility and elegance......"

We were dumbfounded, not knowing what it was talking about.

We are all in despair, the angle of observation of this fat hen is still stuck on the beauty and ugliness of the ghost king?

However, seeing that our group was injured and disabled, and few of them could last long, the tiger cat no longer joked with us, flapped its wings, and flew towards the formation. As soon as it entered the formation, two ropes appeared out of thin air and wound around the fat-bellied bird. At this moment, it became as nimble as a cat, swift as an eagle, flashing left and right, and moving with the rope shaped like a spiritual snake. Suddenly, it flapped its wings, screamed in pain, and shot two winged feathers and fled into the darkness.

Two seconds later, the rope suddenly retracted and vanished into the darkness.

Where to come from, where to go.

The tiger cat flew over the bronze chain and shouted a little miscellaneous hair, my lord, I have come to save you...... As soon as the words fell, it shook again, and the colored wing feathers detached from its body and flew towards a relief in the middle of the array, and the entire roaring space suddenly fell silent, and the rope that passed through the collarbone immediately disappeared into the darkness. Yoyo in mid-air fell down and fell into the arms of the miscellaneous trail below.

The tiger cat was screaming and scolding, and there was no object, just scolding indiscriminately.

This wing feather came off the wings of a tiger cat, and I don't know how it used to shoot it like an arrow. But the root of this wing feather is connected to the flesh, the so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart, and I want to pluck these three wing feathers from it, which is also as painful as cutting off a finger. But the adults didn't even blink their eyes, and urged it out.

Doesn't it hurt?

I think it hurts, of course, because the screaming and scolding of the adults has not stopped after a minute.

The string of cursed words, from Beijing-style Mandarin, to Northeast dialect, to Shandong Gaomi dialect, to Japanese's "Bagyalu", to English's "Shit", even without repeating it, seeing that the ghost king was still roaring, the old man actually replied directly in Miao language, "Sagarao, cut the guest ......", this is a very vicious sentence, and those who are not resentful to the extreme will not scold. That is to say, even the ghost king was shocked and speechless.

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on this fat hen standing on a bronze chain and resting and cursing on the street.

I was blown away by the scolding and profound knowledge of the budgie cat.

Scolding is a simple thing, but to achieve the realm of a tiger cat, it requires a certain amount of ability and experience.

And in this time, the miscellaneous trail has already walked out of the center with Yoyo and came to us. Right next to Jia Wei's corpse, he took out several bottles of dog skin plaster from his treasure bag, and applied the medicine powder to this bloody child with trembling hands and feet. The man who has always been free and uninhibited and plays with life is panicked at this moment, just like the ordinary parents of the sick children in the hospital.

He drugged as he shouted at us to spread out a little and give you a little room to breathe.

We scattered in both directions, while I, looking at the three bloody wounds on the back of the miscellaneous hairy path, were silent.

The appearance of the tiger cat made me feel panicked. In my mind, it is a master of dealing with ghosts, and on the hard hooked beak, the nostrils are sucked, and the spirits dissipate, all of which become delicacies, and there is no match for a hundred ghosts. For example, in Haowan Square, the female ghost in the evil spirit sect is like this. Then, for this ghost king outside the array, he should not be afraid.

When my heart stabilized, I began to pay attention to the people next to me, only to see that all of them were wounded, their flesh and blood were blurred, and they were all on the verge of collapse.

A caveman with two white eyebrows, surrounded by a group of companions, approached, threw two turtle shells at the bridge, and then chanted and prayed, and the caveman next to him kept echoing, like a choir, and the voices were superimposed, louder and louder.

Suddenly, the eight stone tripods in that array began to move in their original direction, rumbling, as if there was a huge mechanism supporting and running below. When all the stone tripods were in place, a momentum overflowed from the midpoint of the connection of the eight stone tripods, and spread in all directions. Under the light of the mermaid's oil lamp, the colorful snakes began to retreat towards the place they had come from, and the speed at which they fled in panic was many times faster than when they came.

And the remaining intruders, long before that, fled without a trace.

On the flat slate bricks, piles of corpses remained, some on the side of the dwarf mule, some on the cavemen's side, many of them not yet dead, or convulsed, or let out the terrible screams before death, and the ears were endless.

The black shadow floating in the air floated to the stone bridge in front of us, across the river.

Behind it, there were hundreds of remaining cavemen, standing high and low, all spewing anger and looking at us. In the battle just now, the cavemen had at least a hundred dead, and many more wounded. I stared at the guys in front of me, and calculated in my heart: if we were fully equipped, this group of cavemen in front of us would be nothing at all, but now that our group of remnants is defeated, most of them have difficulty even running, so why not rush out?

"Outsider, look at the iniquity you have made, and will you not be ashamed?" The Black Shadow was furious, blaming us with all the blame, not wanting to think that it was it that had forced us into battle.

I looked around, and there was no one in the spirits, so I stepped forward and shouted, "We just want to go home......"

"If you can't go back, leave your life and pay tribute to the dead souls!" It said without hesitation, sneering. I turned my head and pointed to the one who was standing on top of the bronze chain, and said that you seem to have forgotten that we have the ability to break this seal, and I don't know what is in the Dao, but if there is no way to live, I don't mind that this world will be destroyed with me.

"How dare you ......"

The black shadow was shocked, and the ghost king was full of incomparably sad and angry feelings, and he went into a rage, pinched a caveman next to him, and with a single force, he actually killed it alive. On our side, we laughed haggly: this old antique had obviously been a ghost for too long, and his brain froze.

Originally, too, there is a cloud in the art of war: "Siege three is missing one", everything must leave a bottom line for people, so that they will not resist desperately, it wants us to die as soon as it comes up, there is no discussion at all, even if there is really no such idea, you can also use this as a threat.

And at this time, Yoyo woke up.

Yoyo, who was lying in the arms of the miscellaneous hairy path, barely stood up, because the white-eyebrow caveman had been shouting in this direction. Yoyo's face turned pale, and he shouted two words at it, and the two exchanged words, and Yoyo actually left us and walked towards the other side of the stone bridge. I didn't understand, and thought she was confused again, so I looked to the side and asked what was going on?

Yang Cao told me that the caveman said that Yoyo was the hope of their clan, and that it was destiny to return, please don't leave them, so Yoyo passed.

I opened my eyes wide, and Yoyo was in the same group as the caveman?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao half-bowed, watching Youyou walk towards the stone bridge step by step, his body stiffened and did not move, looking straight at it. I don't know what Lao Xiao thinks at the moment, but I understand that although this old brother is a flowery intestine, he definitely doesn't have that kind of dirty mind for the little Miao girl. Moreover, when he is serious, he is more emotional than most people in this world.

Yoyo crossed the bridge and came to the caveman's side, and many of the cavemen rushed forward, touched her shoes with their slender arms, and smiled happily.

When everyone was watching this scene, Xiao Zhou suddenly pointed to the distance and asked what was going on there?

We turned around one after another, only to see that where Xiao Zhou pointed, there were eight cavemen sitting cross-legged on the ground, and their mouths had been chanting, and their eyes were much brighter than ordinary cavemen, and they had been staring at the stone tripod in the array. As they sang and harmonized, the stone tripods trembled slightly. Yang Cao yelled that it was not good, there was something abnormal in this formation.

It turned out that the cavemen were attracting our attention here, and over there, they were secretly Chen Cang and began to drive the big array.

As the guardians of this stone henge, although they can't enter it, they must be able to drive the formation inside, otherwise, it is impossible to stalemate with things like dwarf mules for a long time.

Thinking of the power of the Great Array just now, all of us became impatient, and we clenched the weapons in our hands one after another, aiming at the place where we could break through. Rather than being burned to death, it is better to go out and fight for a fight, or have a chance of winning. I raised my head and asked Budge-sama, how about the ghost shadow being handed over to you to deal with?

The fat hen glared at her and said fart, this guy is too hard, I can't gnaw on it.

When it said this, my heart was half cold, but after a while, the guy said, "But if you want to escape, my lord, I have my own way......" This is the first time I have seen this fat bird dancing with a big god, and compared to people, it is a little more agile. Moreover, it actually began to recite incantations.

The voice of the flat-haired beast was noticeably louder than that of the other side.

About a minute later, the stone tripod standing on the top of the kan actually shifted a distance of two meters to the side.