"Wait"

Zhang Xiaohu's eyes looked around, looking for a way to get close to sneaking in.

He is not in a hurry, he has already come here, he has a night to consume, he will always find an opportunity, even if someone finds the dead monk, what can he do, is it possible that the witch king will still hide?

Moreover, he still had some expectations that others would find out about the monk, and when the time came, maybe there would be a 'chaos' and 'chaos' in the mansion, which would just bring them a chance.

Time passed little by little, and the two of them hid in a 'yin' shadow far away, silently staring at the courtyard in front of them.

The blood 'color' in the air gradually dimmed, and the few great witches below kept absorbing the blood, and finally, everything returned to the scene seen during the day.

The great witches stood up, moved their bodies, and chatted close to each other, for the guard work, they didn't care, this is the Witch King City, and the Witch King's Mansion, where will anyone dare to kill here, the room is the highest combat power, they are here, they never feel that they are being guards, more, it is a kind of glory and trust, and of course, the best cultivation.

The people who can stand up the most when they go out are the ones around the witch king, and they are the strongest in the witch king's mansion, and those who can stand in this position are all the 'elites' in the witches, and for those who may replace them, the blow is not soft.

The Witch King also likes this kind of competition, it doesn't matter to him how many disciples and servants die, the important thing is that the ones who stay are really 'Jing' Hua.

Zhang Xiaohu has discovered the drawbacks of this, that is, he is ruthless to his own people, but he is afraid of what to do when facing the enemy, and occasionally he can see a few people who are ruthless and dare to fight.

The sound of light footsteps came from afar, and two young blood witches walked down the corridor with food boxes in their hands, and the chatting witches looked up and stopped paying attention, thinking about it, this situation happens every day, and they are used to it.

Zhang Xiaohu's eyes lit up, he stretched out his finger and pointed, Xiang'er's eyes smiled, nodded, and quietly followed Zhang Xiaohu and leaned over there.

The corridor was crooked, and the food boxes in the hands of the two young blood witches exuded bursts of fragrance, every day after the Witch King finished cultivating, they needed to send food, and those who were sent to this job were all unlucky, because they had to send it as soon as they finished cultivating, which meant that their own cultivation time would be greatly shortened.

Only those young blood witches with low strength and no backstage will be chosen, and the unlucky ones are full of resentment, but they don't dare to 'show' it, they just want to finish their work quickly, go back early to rest, and when they walk, they don't even look at both sides of the road.

Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er hid behind the pillars in the corridor, waited for the two of them to pass by, and flashed out from behind silently, pressing their palms on the back of the hearts of the two blood witches, and with a slight shock, they shattered the heart, and at the same time quickly took over the food box.

looked at each other and smiled, kept moving in his hands, stripped off the blood witch's clothes, quickly changed them, and then dragged them to the grass next to them and hid them, and then Shi Shiran continued to move forward.

The action was as fast as lightning, and there was no 'dew' sound, but no matter how fast this action was, it took a few breaths of effort, and the big witch who was chatting hotly in the distance stopped, and looked over this side suspiciously, just as Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er put on their clothes and walked out with food boxes in their hands, and suddenly several people breathed a sigh of relief.

cast his eyes fiercely, and scolded in a low voice, if it weren't for the need to send a food box to the witch king now, these big witches would have killed these two people on the spot.

Send a good meal, what are you stopping to do inexplicably, is this to see that the uncle has nothing to do, is it scary?

Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head and did not look at a few people, afraid that the 'exposed' flaws would be revealed, and the anger of the first few 'exposed' made him feel strange in his heart, whether he had found it or not, why did he have such emotions? Could it be that these two blood witches had annoyed these big witches? The head was 'confused', and unconsciously walked to the end of the corridor and came to the 'door' of the courtyard.

But it happened to be the way he lowered his head, completely dispelling the vigilance of several people, and doing something wrong, isn't this what it looks like? This kind of low-level disciple, if he can still look directly at the past in the murderous gaze of a few great witches, then it is really hell.

In the fierce gaze, Zhang Xiaohu gently knocked on the 'door' of the room, Xiang'er stood behind him, and then covered his body, avoiding the sight of several people with the sword behind him.

"Come in"

A dull and somewhat familiar voice came out, and Zhang Xiaohu didn't have time to think about it, and pushed open the 'door' of the room.

The 'door' of the room closed abruptly after Xiang'er entered, Zhang Xiaohu bent down to a low table, gently put down the food box in his hand, and slowly untied the lid of the box.

Xiang'er stood sideways on the side of the low table, put down the food box in her hand, gently lifted the lid of the box, and placed the dishes and chopsticks neatly with a pair of small hands.

"Alright, let's get out"

The Witch King sat upright a few times, closed his eyes and silently collected his work, the blood around him was surging, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel as if they had come to the killing field, the blood was churning, making a sound like a 'wave'.

Then the opportunity to stand up straight, Zhang Xiaohu took a sneak look, and was stunned in his heart, it turned out that this witch king was the one who blocked the front and bit the tip of his tongue before entering the forbidden land, trying to cut him with a bloody blade.

As soon as his heart moved, the witch king was instantly aware of it, and snorted in a low voice, the sound sounded like muffled thunder in his ears, and at the same time raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaohu with a frown.

If it were the two blood witches just now, this low snort would probably kill people on the spot, but unfortunately, standing in front of them at this time were two demons who came to ask for their lives.

The Witch King had a calm face and raised his head to see what the two little witches who had put down their things and refused to leave had any plans.

Suddenly there was a 'flower' in front of me, and a finger pressed it.

The plain finger, without seeing any power appear, without any power, is an extremely ordinary finger, not fast or slow, slowly falling, but the witch king felt infinite fear from it, as if this finger could kill him.

Dodging left and right, the Witch King's body moved quickly, but no matter how he changed his position, the finger seemed to be nailed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't avoid it.

The witch king's heart was cold, his body was stiff, and he wanted to agitate the magic power in his body, but he found that he was weak at this moment, and if he didn't dodge this finger, he couldn't do it at all, even if he wanted to shout loudly.

Zhang Xiaohu pointed down, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and the big drops of sweat on his forehead rolled out, his eyes stared at the forehead of the Witch King, his fingers were not in a hurry or slow, they fell little by little, and the next moment, he could nail it to the Witch King's head.

The Witch King struggled desperately, his body rushing left and right, constantly moving in a very small range, but he could not avoid it.

Wanting to retreat, the cold light behind him flashed, reflecting the entire hut, and a chill fell on the back of the neck, the cold 'hair' root stood upside down, the 'hair' pore contracted rapidly, and the body that had just moved instantly froze.

The witch king suddenly remembered, the two of them came in, a finger in front of them fell, and the one behind him was probably waiting for him to retreat.

For a while, the witch king knew that the end had come, his eyes looked forward as hard as he could, and finally through his fingers, he saw the great monk who had escaped from the hands of the five of them, his mind was suddenly blank, and his body stiffened, quietly waiting for death to come.

The fingers were like steel needles, a little bit of it was closed, and a loud sound sounded, and a blood 'hole' appeared on the witch king's forehead, and red and white things flowed out instantly.

Zhang Xiaohu's fingertips flashed, and the extremely fine energy raged in the skull, where could the tofu-like brain be bearable, it was directly stirred into a mess, and the witch king didn't even make a sound from beginning to end, and quietly died in the hands of the two.

It seems extremely difficult, but it is easy to achieve.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Zhang Xiaohu leaned forward with his palm, put the body of the witch king into the storage ring, turned around and opened the 'door' of the room and floated away.

There was not a drop of blood left on the ground, the food box in the room exuded the aroma, and the dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed on the low table, but the existence of the witch king was missing inside.

The door of the room slowly closed, and several big witches watched the two of them go away fiercely, muttering quietly, preparing to disperse from here tomorrow morning, and kicking these two guys to the dirtiest and most tired places as soon as possible, so as not to stop and go next time, and let him be scared out of illness if he is fine.

No one knew that there was no witch king in the room, and the blood that still exuded was intimidating, and they didn't dare to take half a step at all.

Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er swaggered along the corridor, waited until they turned a few corners, took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, tore off their clothes, 'exposed' the night clothes inside, plunged into the night, and quietly returned along the same road.

The route of the witch along the way has long been known by the two of them, and they came to the courtyard wall, and when a pair of witches walked by, they quickly passed through the cracks in the 'yin' darkness of the courtyard wall, and completed the killing of the witch king silently.

"Brother Xiaohu, where are you going next?"

Xiang'er asked in a low voice, her little heart still beating violently.

The scene just now was too pristine and 'exciting', until now, Xiang'er didn't seem to have eased up, and the rapid secretion of adrenaline made her throat dry and her heart beat faster, but this feeling was too 'good', looking at Zhang Xiaohu expectantly, her little tongue crossed her mouth, and she didn't know how 'tempting' it was.

Zhang Xiaohu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, coughed twice, and turned his eyes away, "It's still early, let's 'touch' the two again, if it can be done, do it, if it doesn't work."

I am not sure, this time I drilled a loophole, but next time Zhang Xiaohu didn't know how to start at all.

The most difficult thing is to get close to the Witch King, if you can get close to the side, then the Witch King basically has no power to return to the sky, but this kind of opportunity is hard to come by, Zhang Xiaohu relaxed his mind, sneaked quietly with Xiang'er, and 'touched' to the next Witch King's mansion.