"Hah, this time, the Wind Instant, it's good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Corinna opened her eyes and saw the corners of Wright's bleeding mouth when she heard this staccato sentence. The red knife man pulled the knife from Wright's back with an indifferent expression, and Wright spurted a blood line from his back, and then fell limply on Corinna's body, unconscious.

Crimson blood splattered all over the ground, and the blue-gray light was soaked in blood, giving off a strange lilac color. Corinna sat on her knees on the ground with a bloodied Wright in her arms, completely unaware of the next fatal blade that was coming.

When the tip of the knife had already touched the white skin on Corinna's neck, blue light flashed, and vigorous power gushed out from the ground, directly bounced the red knife man away, leaving only a drop of Yin Hong's blood on Corinna's neck, which also proved that it was a shot just now. Translucent blue phantoms suddenly appeared in this square, long hair as bright as the Milky Way, beautiful cheeks, long white and slender neck, and unfathomable eyes that even women were moved by.

In this way, the phantom of the woman in all her glory instantly resolved the situation of resistance in the square, and she floated in the air, and glanced back at Wright in Corinna's arms, and a trace of tenderness finally flashed in her eyes. "You're here after all, and this era is here after all. ”

Then she turned back and regained her cold gaze, staring at the good guests, "It's just a little early. You guys leave, it's futile before the time comes, my existence will still come in handy in the end, the next time is the last chance, remember to seize it, otherwise once the wheel of fate gets out of control, no one can control it anymore. ”

There was a distortion of space, and several people appeared in an unknown place, and a morning breeze blowing in her face brought the fragrance of plants, which slightly awakened Corinna's senses, she looked at Wright who was sleeping peacefully in her arms, the luggage around her, the crimson who was lying quietly on the backpack, Franco in a daze, and looked up at the morning light that had secretly seeped down, sunning on her face, warm and soft.

It seemed to be an ordinary morning, those blood, those fierce fights, those lives that were wiped out by one's own hands, it seemed to be last night's nightmare, everything was so harmonious and stable, only the gap on the back of Wright's clothes was still blowing in the wind, fluttering down and down, and the straight tears on the clothes were sharp and glaring.

After a few days of recuperation, everyone has adjusted their state, and all the wounds on their bodies have been healed when they are teleported out, and after a few days of waiting and reconnaissance, it can be determined that there is no one to chase and kill, and after several repositioning, they finally repositioned their location on the map.

It's been a long way from the ruins, and after a few long-distance investigations, it's clear that the ruins have returned to normalcy without a hint of vision. Such a catastrophe is so strange that it can't be over, and the two people who are still awake in the woman's last paragraph have not written it down, and there is only one meaning that they have not forgotten 'the time has not come'. So the three of them planned to continue to move forward for no apparent reason, in short, the dangerous ruins would not go again.

Another few days of advance, and the same formation again, Scarlet Flame who opened the way, Corinna who was relaxed, Wright who was innocent, Franco who was snail. And because of this battle, a certain guy with zero combat effectiveness has an even lower status, not only burdening most of the luggage, but also the entertainment every night, and the materials for 3 meals have to be all included, and Wright has no intention of sharing it at all except for giving more innocent and sympathetic looks.

Finally, Corinna pushed aside the last handful of half-man-high grass, and there was a different scenery in front of her, the towering canopy, covered a large area with lush greenery, and the thick trunk that several people could not enclose together, and stood upward, about 10 stories high, before branches began to grow and extend to the surroundings, and the height of the canopy could not be measured by sight, because it was not visible from Wright's point of view.

Full of quiet and energetic atmosphere, a simple tree house in the middle of the trunk, a snow-white beast lying quietly under the tree, swaying slightly with its silver fur, of course, there is also a serious uncle standing in the middle of the open space under the tree, with a bitter and hateful face, Wright They know that this is their destination.