She was pulling at the hem of her skirt, her mouth was pursed, and her eyes were looking this way, her face was panicked and scared. Timid looks like a green and sweet fruit, and the branches connected to the fruit have reached Al's mouth, but what kind of root system does this inexplicable tree have, and what kind of nutrients does it absorb?

This inexplicable question made him even more irritable, and although he didn't scold directly, his heart had exploded.

Did this guy have a hole in his brain? Last night, I had to hit him on the head with a flower pot, and I could get into his arms in the middle of the night, and today I have this picture...... Are they familiar with this ghostly picture?

In the past, being entangled by such a girl would have been something that would have made him want to die of excitement, but now the growing irritability made him want to cut two handfuls of wheat, and he wanted to see blood flowing from the stalks, and maybe the blood could quench the damn irritability.

glanced at Miranda's white neck...... Al shook his head, he was going to look for two dead and alive wheat plants, no longer looking at the little girl behind him, he continued to walk forward, but the irritating footsteps immediately chased after him after him.

After walking for a while, the smell of dead corpses in the air gradually became stronger, he frowned, this is different from the smell he smelled all the way, it should be the smell of a gathering corpse, he maintained the speed of travel and looked around, subconsciously trying to find the source of the smell, but in the scattered construction area, there are too many blind spots in the sight.

Because it was enough to follow the three fools once, he did not dare to walk up the South Gate Avenue again, but only went on a parallel route where he could see it, although because of this he had to go around many large houses that blocked the way.

As much as he wanted to meet the mercenaries as soon as possible, he wasn't going to use himself as bait yet.

Thinking of the bait, he glanced back at the little girl who was following behind him, this guy who was getting closer and closer was a good bait, such a seductive appearance, maybe except for a very small number of female mercenaries, no one would be willing to take a crossbow at her.

The person who can bear to tear off the table full of delicacies is Brother Crow, not a mercenary.

However, Miranda's next action made him think that he was immediately slapped in the face.

Maybe this time his action of turning back was too sudden, or maybe Miranda was too anxious, the little girl stumbled under her feet, and with a panicked expression, the whole person fell to the ground, and her directly bare arms and knees were scratched, and when she got up again, her snow-white arms and legs were glued with bright red, and her eyes were covered with a layer of moisture.

Seeing her get up, Al also unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time hurriedly shifted his gaze to the front, refocusing his attention on the things around him.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, and it's not the ultimate rancid smell, but the difference is only three or five days. Al quickly found the source of the smell, and at a chance glance, the red, white, gray and black things on the South Gate Avenue came into his eyes, dark red and almost black, and completely blackened, all blood clots, white human skin, deep and light gray werewolf fur.

He moved a little closer, and stood beside a house on the edge of the South Gate Boulevard, and leaned out of the corner to observe them, and at this angle he saw another color, a golden yellow that blood could not cover.

- A heavily deformed helmet.

The golden armor came from the Templars who were covered in gold armor, but El searched carefully, except for a touch of gold at a distance from it, his eyes swept the whole field, and he couldn't find a trace of gold, at least from his angle.

As for where their armor had gone, Al let out a sneer, imagining what it would be like to stab the storm into the bodies of the mercenaries in golden armor.

After realizing this, he dispelled the idea of going up to find a long sword, the armor and lining were stripped off, how could the looters let go of the weapon.

The sword he picked up from the alley had already been used by him to throw people, compared to the storm, the longer weapon didn't have to take as much risk when approaching the enemy, although it was far less sharp than the storm, but it could throw ah. If he has the life to return to the inner city, he must buy a dozen daggers to hang on his body, and if anyone shoots him, he will not be unable to fight back.

There were still a few small black dots flying around the pile of corpses, and Al couldn't hear anything from this position, but if he walked in, he could definitely hear the nasty buzzing sound, and these little black dots would come more and more, gathering into a dark cloud that fell to the ground, and soon their friends, the rats, would also arrive, and then ......

Pestilence!

If it spreads, the inner city will be finished, and perhaps only fire and earth will be able to heal it, except for the yellow glimmer that awakens him.

But the few Holy Healed Awakened are a drop in the bucket.

No, Al suddenly recalled his conversation with Fawkes.

- If you had a weapon by your side that could destroy you at any time, would you be afraid?

I'm afraid. Especially since it's not under your control.

- then ruin it!

No way!

Al was a little stunned, and he could easily list several reasons to refute this hypothesis: what about the soldiers at the three gates, what about the refugees and guards in the camps, and what about the woodland roses?

He didn't believe that the plague was an accomplice of Onner Svanti, but he had to wonder how many days the exit where he was allowed to enter would be open.

Just as he thought of the terrible thing, a silky thing suddenly got into his hand, and quickly wrapped it with the other big hand that covered him, he looked back in amazement, and saw Miranda's somewhat panicked face, the other party glanced at him, and immediately lowered his head, the two were a little close, and Al could only see the straight hairline on the top of her head.

Except for a few calluses on her palms, most of her hands are very smooth and delicate.

"You...... You look like this......" said Miranda, with some trepidation, "it's scary." ”

"And what are you doing here?" Distraught, Al shook her hand away and said angrily, "You're—"

"I'll be obedient!" Miranda leaned over again, grabbed Al's hand again, and said seriously with a crying voice, "I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient!"

It was the first time for the golden phoenix to look at the other party so seriously, she knew that she was really crazy, and it was also possible that the experience of the past two days had frightened her, she didn't know the person in front of her, and it hadn't been more than a day since she met the other party, and there were more incredible things......