The name Yan Qingjue appeared in his mind again and again, and the night terror was stunned.

Wait, how did she think of him in the first place?

Frowning, Night Terror Hung hurriedly patted his chest, and replaced Yan Qingjue in his mind with another shadow.

"Little Furball, Little Furball, are you in?"

"Squeak squeak—"

A weak voice sounded from the feet of the night terror, and the corners of the night terror's mouth twitched, only to realize that the little furball was trampled under his feet.

"Uh...... Sorry, are you okay?! ”

Odd? Why did the little furball come in?

Could it be that he and Little Furball have made a contract?

But why can't she feel it?

Picking up the small furball that had turned into a piece of paper, Night Terror was full of guilt, "Are you okay?" ”

However, the latter didn't care at all after a period of dizziness, its golden eyes, bright and bright, and then rushed to the medicine field with a cheer.

"Squeak squeak—"

Get rich!

Night Terror automatically converted these words in his mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he was not in a hurry.

Sure enough, the next moment, the little hairball was slapped out by Xiaoshu and fell directly into the spring.

"Boom-knock-"

A nice smooth curve.

The little furball "fluttered" in the water for a long time, and then sank.

Night Terror was shocked, and just as he was about to salvage it, he was blocked by a small tree.

"Rustling ......"

That gentle aura came like a tidal wave, telling Night Terror that there was no need to worry.

Ye Jinghong smiled at this time, gently stroked the branches of the little tree, and said, "Okay, then it will be handed over to you to take care of." ”

Next, there is still a tough battle to be fought in the night.

"Rustling ......"

After receiving Xiaoshu's answer, Night Terror calculated the time, and his feet moved back to reality.

It's just that the eye-catching picture scared her dumbfounded, the forests around the Beito Imperial Capital have completely disappeared, the earth has been cut into ravines by the blade, and the eyes are full of desolation, and the originally thriving area has become a dead domain in an instant, only the sound of the wind is constantly whistling.

It's just a trick!

Hundreds of miles of vitality are extinguished!

This is the power of five-star Warcraft?!

Wait, where is Yan Qingjue?!

Night Terror's heart shrank slightly, frowning and looking around, but he didn't find the red figure.

At this moment, the night terror was actually a little trance.

Is he dead?

Probably not......

Yes, his power should be above the Tempests, so he should be safe.

After thinking about it, Night Terror stabilized his mood, looked up at the sky, let go of his breath, and laughed loudly: "This is your power?" Don't either, Stormstorm. ”

Stormfish Pegasus was still annoyed, he seemed to have used too much force, and he blasted that little weak chicken to the point that there was no scum left, what about the nightmare butterfly's food?

At this moment, the sound of the night terror appeared like a heavenly sound, but the content was not very pleasing.

How dare this little human be so arrogant?!

Stormstorm Pegasus shaved his hooves, and condescendingly, he thought he would see the night terror as if it were better to die, but he didn't expect to see her smile.

Right!

She's still laughing!

The clothes are neat, the breath is steady, and it is unscathed!

This...... What the hell is going on here?!

Storm's eyes widened, and a pair of emerald green eyes stared at the direction of the night terror, revealing a hint of human incomprehension and horror.

(End of chapter)