"Little ...... Sky...... Fast...... Run ......"

Bai Huang endured the pain of the trachea of the lobes of his lungs being cut, coughing up the red blood, and roared intermittently with the last bit of strength. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Regardless of the sharpness of the blade, he clutched the tip of the sword that emerged from his chest with both hands, and stuck the long sword with flesh and bones, trying to buy the night sky even a second more time to escape.

Perhaps this desperate reality leaves no hope in sight, but he is still willing to believe that a miracle will happen.

She had just left the warm and powerful embrace, and she didn't have time to cry out for pain, or even grief for her grandfather's death, when she saw Bai Huang being pierced through her chest in front of her.

It all came too suddenly, too cruelly. A few minutes ago, she was immersed in peace and tranquility, enjoying the lazy sleep and the novelty of fairy tales. And now she has lost her home, she has lost her grandfather who loves her the most, and she is about to lose someone who treats her like a sister and she also regards as a brother.

If the sky falls and there is a tall one on top, then for the night sky at this time, it is undoubtedly the ground sinking, there is no place to stay, and there is no home.

She trembled as she watched the hellish scene in front of her, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

"It's not like this, it's not like this, grandpa is very powerful, he will protect the night sky, protect the ...... of the village" Night Sky's lips twitched, and his face trembled palely, as if he couldn't accept such a reality.

"Discover the target 'Witch Night', identify it as a thought body, and annihilate it!" a cold voice sounded from behind Bai Huang, and then an irresistible force suddenly drew the long sword that pierced through his chest, bringing up a puddle of blood and several broken fingers.

His body fell to the ground weakly, blood gushing and flowing, and the mortal wound caused him to lose his life, and he did not see the appearance of the enemy from the beginning to the end. His eyes were unwillingly open, and the only thing in his vision was a pair of fine metal boots and the tip of a blood-dripping sword that was moving away from him, approaching the helpless and weeping night sky.

Bai Huang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, but he was still unwilling to die, and his eyes were open in anger, but everything in front of him quickly became blurred, and then fell into boundless darkness.

Before he could lose consciousness, he faintly heard a piercing sound of the air breaking and a heavy object falling to the ground, but he still couldn't think about what was happening, because he ...... He's dead.

Yes, he died tragically less than five chapters of the resurrection, and it was definitely not because he drew a circle and cursed the author for causing the author to die of rhinitis.

In the underground world, a place where the weak eat the strong, people die every day for various reasons, human life is like mustard, life and death are all in the thought of others, Bai Huang's death is only because he is too weak, but being weak is not wrong, what is wrong is that he came to such a cruel world.

Bai Huang's death did not stir up the slightest wave, and even the sobbing in the night sky stopped, but an invisible force in the darkness quietly shook for a moment.

Even the Red World's Men who led their men to destroy the village were unaware of this power. Because it has no beginning and no end, no trace.

Just as the long sword was raised high and was about to fall, a sudden flash occurred in the space not far from Bai Huang, this phenomenon was just a small probability event of self-repair of spatial dislocation points, with randomness and unpredictability. But that's how it happened, and most of it was a harmless spatial flash phenomenon, spitting out an object containing the power of chaotic space.

Is that...... A small piece of broken dead twig can be seen everywhere in the fishing village, but it is such an ordinary small twig that blasts the entire head of the attacker into a rotten watermelon with irresistible speed and force. The headless body of the attacker fell heavily to the ground, no doubt too dead to die again, and by an accident, like a man walking down the street on a sunny day and being struck by lightning.

I can't blame anyone, I can only blame the world! It's the world that is wrong! (In a statement issued by the Shichen Protection Association...... ）

However, the death of an assailant did not change anything, and black figures rose from the dazzling light of the fire, clad in armor and carrying fiery wings, flying from all directions of the ruined fishing village. They have the same red eyes as the Underground, but their eyes are cold, their faces are expressionless, and they have a uniform standard of light armor.

The most conspicuous of them is a tall "birdman" at the head, who has two heads and four arms, each holding a different artifact, and the guns, swords, staff, and books all exude extraordinary light, mighty and mysterious. He is the disciple of the Red World, the "Destroyer" Distem, who has the four destructive powers of earth, fire, feng shui, and is a catastrophic figure in the underground world.

He came to the night sky that had stopped crying, his three-meter-tall body was like an iron tower, and his muscles were full of explosive power, making people have no doubt that he could crush the petite and fragile girl in front of him with one finger.

Dustham glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, his brows furrowed, the resistance encountered this time could not be compared with the past, it could be said that there was no resistance at all, he thought that there was a problem with the witch's strength, but now it seems that something is wrong.

But he was a man of action through and through, so the next moment he picked up the spear in his hand and threw it at the little girl in front of him. Before the gun arrived, the wind blew the night sky wildly, and if the blow was solid, it would probably burst open with nothing left.

But when the spear was hindered by a circular shield with a hexagonal pattern, Dist knew the task would not be so easy. When he came here, he was always prepared for annihilation, but even death could not stop him from cleaning up the target of this mission.

His red eyes flashed, and the long sword in his hand burst into flames, and then he slashed down without hesitation, the blow had already been used with all its strength, and ordinary legends would be burned out in front of it.

However, in his astonished gaze, the flames on the sword suddenly extinguished, and his ferocious force struck the shield without causing a ripple in it. And before he could continue to attack, an irresistible force pushed him backwards, and he could not stop with the flapping of his wings, even with his spear stuck in the ground. After collapsing several wooden houses, Distham fell to the ground in embarrassment.

On the other side, the eyes of the night sky that had stopped sobbing had faded their red blood, and the dark eyes were as deep as night, with a light like regular lines circulating in the tiniest places.

"No, big brother, he won't die...... He will protect my ......" (To be continued.) )