In the end, three and a half demon patrols survived the surprise attack. Watermark Ad Test: Watermark Ad Test

The reason why I say three and a half is because one of the demon patrols has become a fool who can't even speak because of a severe brain concussion......

There is no doubt that the main culprit for this effect is the outrageous Qingxinyi with a lot of strength.

"It's useless. ”

After making this identification, without waiting for others to say anything, Qing Xinyi coaxed over with a fierce punch, knocking the stupid demon patrol with a severe concussion away, and when the poor worm finally landed, the white brain pulp was covered with bright red blood, and no matter how strong the vitality was, it couldn't let it continue to live.

The remaining three demon patrolmen trembled in unison, and they looked at Qing Xinyi's eyes as if they were looking at a demon.

Well, it's actually four pairs of frightened eyes, because in addition to these three demon patrolmen, there is also the brave fleeing captive who was lucky enough not to die.

Qing Xinyi shook her hand, seemingly pleased with the effect of her punch, but she followed up and yelled at the three demon patrolmen in a slightly stumbling demon language.

After listening to Qing Xinyi's roar, the three demon patrolmen subconsciously looked at each other, as if they were weighing some difficult choice.

Then, the three demon patrols scrambled to speak, and even fought fiercely in order to prevent the other demon patrols from speaking.

After listening for a while, Qing Xinyi finally nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted in demonic language, so the three demon patrolmen who scuffled until their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they immediately fell silent.

"What did you say to them?"

Zhao Yan, who had been waiting patiently for most of the day, finally couldn't help but ask with curiosity.

"It's nothing, that's what the old lady told them. Whoever can tell me the information in the city as quickly as possible will not be killed by the old lady. ”

Qing Xinyi replied casually.

Is that okay too?

I'll go, this is simply a standard wicked person who needs to be grinded by a wicked person-

Zhao Erlang was deeply impressed, and then he had an attitude of learning. I continued to watch.

"Yan Shao, don't just hold your hands and look at it. Come and help poke this guy to death, this guy is not honest!"

Qingxin pointed to the bridge of the nose that was stepped on by the Red Dragon Princess. So now the demon patrolman whose whole face has turned into a flat pie said in a very serious tone.

"Poke to death?" Zhao Yan almost didn't think about it, and asked rhetorically: "Shouldn't you be killed by punching?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yan glanced at the unlucky demon patrol who was smashed into his brain by Qing Xinyi's punch about a zhang away.

"I'm just scaring them. It's too much of a waste of strength to punch your brain, and it's easier to stab you to death with your sword. ”

Qing Xinyi replied, and when she spoke, she also shook the hand that smashed the person before, and the force was equal to the reaction force or something...... It's so annoying.

At this point, Zhao Erlang naturally didn't have anything else to say, he drew his sword out of the sheath and stabbed it out without blinking his eyes, piercing the heart of the dishonest demon patrol. The broad blade rotated clockwise again, and the pierced heart was completely shattered, and when the blood-stained blade was pulled out again, the chest of the dishonest demon patrolman. There are already fist-sized blood holes.

This sudden act of cruelty made the last two demon patrols move in horror, but after a burst of shouting from Qing Xinyi, they regained their sincerity.

Next, Qing Xinyi launched a separate intersecting question to the two demon patrols.

After another half hour, Qing Xinyi finally ended her questioning, and grabbed the faces of the two demon patrolmen and slammed them into each other in the same way she had done when she had attacked the demon patrol before......

Bang –

The whole world will be pure.

"Didn't some people say that if they told them the information about the city, they would spare their filthy and evil lives?"

The red dragon princess Tian Chiyu, who witnessed this scene, pouted with a little disdain and said.

"There is no need to keep promises about the scum that is bad from head to toe, sending them to death is the best option for everyone. ”

Qing Xinyi rubbed her hands and shook them again, as if she didn't want her hands to be stained with the dirt on the faces of the demon patrolmen.

"Guys, do you want to know what information the old lady asked?"

After wiping his hands on the trunk of the tree next to him, Qing Xinyi finally turned his head and looked at Zhao Yan and the others?

Needless to say?

Zhao Yan, who had been waiting for such an old day, didn't even want to say anything superfluous, so he simply nodded neatly.

The reactions of other people are not much different from Zhao Erlang.

Qing Xinyi was not ambiguous, and soon 1510 revealed the information and information he tortured.

The original name of the city is unclear for the time being, but it is now called "New Rosmarta".

The archdemon who has taken over this new rossmata is a great demon named Sootru-Bloodhoof, a powerful demonic minotaur who is reckless and cruel.

In addition to Sootru-Bloodhoof, there were seven sinister and cunning Demon Overseers in the city - there were thirteen at first, but three were killed during the city's occupation, and one hapless Demon Overseer was eaten by the irascible Sootrolu-Bloodhoof when he was hungry.

As for the ordinary cannon fodder demon slave soldiers, it is completely impossible, those two demon patrolmen who were killed by hide and seek after confessing to leniency, all of them seem to be war scumbags in mathematics, and they can't count how many comrades they have.

It is also unclear how many ordinary mortals in this world have been captured......

"In the beginning, there were about five thousand people, and now there are probably less than two thousand left, and as for the demon slave soldiers you mentioned, the number should be between fifteen hundred and two thousand three hundred. ”

So the one who said this sentence was obviously not Qing Xinyi, but the brave and lucky fugitive who stayed quietly next to him after being rescued, pretending to be a background character, and beat the soy sauce for a long time.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Yan glanced at the dirty fugitive, and only then did he notice that this lucky man, who had lost two deep eye sockets and had an image that was more hungry than the hungry people in Africa, seemed to be a pretty handsome guy.

"Xiao Kezhuang's style, the original post of the editor of Wuchu City, is slightly interested in things like numbers. ”

The scrawny fugitive gritted his teeth and saluted Zhao Yan with great difficulty, he was obviously trying to win Zhao Yan's favor in this way.

"Oh, what does the Inspector do?"

Zhao Yan asked with interest.

"Investigate the people's situation, arrest fugitives, compile statistics, and ensure national taxes. ”

Zhuang Zhifeng replied, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he answered first to check and then to answer is the editor.

"No wonder. Zhao Yan nodded, this is a bit of a specialization in the arts, of course, this can't hide that Zhuang Zhifeng is quite talented in some aspects: "Then do you know that there is a rabbit squatting mound in this city, and if so, it is on it?"

"Yes. Zhuang Zhifeng replied simply and neatly, but then he smiled bitterly and said: "Excuse me, do you have anything to eat? If you don't eat something, Xiao Ke won't be able to explain these things clearly, I'm afraid that at most a third of the way I will faint from hunger." ”

Heh, he's a guy who is quite good at talking about conditions.

Zhao Yan glanced at Zhuang Zhifeng again with interest, and Zhuang Zhifeng's face was full of calmness, and he didn't feel that his request was too excessive at all.

In fact, this is not too much to ask.

"Well, there's really no food...... I mean, a little walk over a short distance, and I think you understand that this place is not safe, and even if that bloodhoofed minotaur in the city is not smart enough to manage his subordinates, who knows if another group of patrols will come out later?"

Zhao Yanhe said seductively, and when he spoke, he handed the water bag he was carrying to Zhuang Zhifeng.

"You can still walk!"

Zhuang Zhifeng took the water bag, drank a few big sips, and finally replied after barely mixing a full water.

"Good. ”

Zhao Yan, who was intent on testing, took the lead in turning around and leaving.

It's still too early to rush into the city until nightfall, so there's plenty of time.

When the others saw Zhao Yan move, they didn't say much and followed silently, and of course it was the swaying Zhuang Zhifeng who walked at the end.

About five miles away from the demon-occupied city of Wuchu was a town that used to be very prosperous, but now it was only in ruins, and all the prosperity was blown away by the killing and enslavement of the townspeople.

Those evil demons had robbed almost all of the food stored by the townspeople, but almost all of them were not the same concept after all, so after a careful scattered search, the people who temporarily retreated here found some messy ingredients.

"Basically, we can make a pot of eight-treasure porridge. ”

Zhao Yan made this decision after studying all the ingredients he had collected slightly.

As he was talking, Qingxin Yijing had already brought a large iron pot with a diameter of more than one meter, so the next thing was relatively simple, nothing more than brushing the pot and cooking.

In order not to make too obvious smoke, Zhao Yan instructed Qing Xinyi, who had a lot of strength, to wipe out a firewood stove with yellow mud that divided the smoke in all directions.

Luckily, knowing that the meal was finished and the fire was extinguished, there were no demon patrols coming to check on or hunt down.

"Ahh

After eating four bowls in a row, and adding half a bowl of hybrid soup, Zhuang Zhifeng, who finally realized that he was full, stroked his round belly, and was full of emotion.

"Okay, don't be emotional, I think you should almost have the strength to tell me about the information about the rabbit squatting mound. ”

Zhao Yan took over the conversation.