"The heart is quiet and wants to hold it, and it can often send its desire and calm its heart."

Yunhe's palms turned over, silently in her heart, she was dressed plainly, but a pair of slender gloves with gorgeous wrist armor gloves, faintly could see the delicate blue lines on it, and the flexible metal attached to the knuckles and wrist joints looked majestic.

It's a pair of gloves in the style of a fist.

Angry dantian, rising, punching, Yunhe's loose bundled short hair "bang" broke the rubber band, hunting in clothes, and the fist shadow was like a dragon, and it was a direct punch through a person's heart.

The right palm was retracted, Yunhe's left fist did not hesitate to rotate from his waist and rushed forward, and with a wave of his arm, a huge and powerful fist slammed out, and the fist was as dusty as the wind reached, and the people around him couldn't open their eyes for a while.

When the group of uninvited guests looked fixedly, the figure of Yunhe was gone, but countless shadows could be seen swirling in the air, and they were in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"You don't seem satisfied, little Byamon." Meng Qinghuan looked at the hot little girl in the air and pinched the face of the little Lori in her arms: "It's only been less than a month that I've mastered this level, and this talent is a little stronger than me."

"But it's just a little bit, not like I'm all-powerful." Mengqing's grinning tone was filled with pride and show-off.

"Soft-hearted." Bai Meng's words were concise and to the point, with drooping eyelids and no interest.

Although most of her body and consciousness have been made up for by Bai Cha, she is still a little disabled, generally speaking, she can save her strength, otherwise if she encounters an unexpected situation, she will not be able to provide support to Meng Qinghuan.

Meng Qinghuan sighed, folded his hands and recited "Amitabha", Yunhe, this little girl is indeed a little soft-hearted, her fists pierce her chest but deviate from her heart by two centimeters, as long as she is treated in time, she can easily save her life.

Like this kind of enemy, White Tea has clearly told everyone that they can't leave a disaster. Meng Qinghuan has taken Yunhe for so long, but Yunhe still hasn't been able to overcome the psychological barrier, and Meng Qinghuan has done this kind of thing.

Although the power of the dragon can be transformed into countless weapons, the power that each person conjures up is his own talent, and he is the weapon he is best at.

The people of the shadow faction are typical strange and pierced, and most people are dancing knives and guns, or bows and arrows, and white tea can be condensed with strength for any weapon, which is rare.

Meng Qinghuan is also very special, his weapons are eyes and brains, so he never opened his eyes again when he was very young, otherwise if someone really accidentally looked at his eyes, he would die.

An ultra-close-range fist weapon like Yunhe's is almost disliked by most people, and Xiang Nan, the insect king stationed in the academy, is even more outrageous, and the weapon is a bug.

It's powerful, but the bugs are so disgusting that even Baicha respects him.

Bugs, they're really ugly......

"Ahh Meng Qinghuan sighed, a little regretful: "Today's little crane is also merciful."

"Master." Yunhe was already standing behind Meng Qinghuan, bowing his head a little ashamed.

"Alas, little crane, I have said many times for my teacher, being merciful to the enemy is cruel to oneself, in case someone releases a dark arrow." Meng Qinghuan had a headache: "You are going to be tied up as a teacher for a lifetime~"

"What is tied for life? Speak clearly." The corners of Yunhe's mouth twitched, and he helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a little headache: "This is like I robbed the people's daughters."

I wanted to apologize, but now it seems that there is no need.

Can't this person be a little serious? When he's serious, he's quite human-like and dog-like.

"Well~ Let's change the subject, little crane." Meng Qinghuan smiled proudly, he liked to look at a serious little nerd fried hair: "What kind of image does Xiao Xiaobai have for you."

"Image? I didn't pay much attention to it." Yunhe dragged his chin and pondered for a moment before replying, "If you really want to describe it, it should be a god."

Meng Qinghuan was a little surprised: "Oh roar? Is Little Crane serious? The gods are so sacred

It's not related to Xiaoxiaobai, right?"

"No, you misunderstood, master." Yunhe hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "The god of the angels is God, and the god of the evil spirits should be Satan, I mean that."

She is a god of faith and a supreme devil, for she is not an angel herself, she is already in hell, and at the very moment when she eats her father, she does not feel worthy of being compared to the light in her life.

Even if that's not what she wants.

"Oh~ Since it's such a high-level word for faith, then you should listen to what she says, right?" Meng Qinghuan was a little more serious at this time, pointed to the uninvited guest who was still breathing on the ground, and said with a smile: "Then, your god said that you must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots."

Yunhe: "You ......"

"Little crane, the shadow will either become a devil or an ordinary person." Meng Qinghuan put his left hand in front of him, with a charitable smile on his Buddha-like face, but the words he said were cold and piercing: "Even if you have to pass this level, a soldier who can't act alone will always be inferior."

And the shadow, it must be the elite.

"Hunters need to be prepared to be eaten by their prey, aren't they, little cranes." Meng Qinghuan smiled, his tone was tactful and gentle, thanks to the fact that he was a man, if he was a woman, he would be a charming and beautiful person.

The uninvited guests, though incapacitated and seriously injured, did not die instantly, and all of them were distracted, huddled on the ground to hear the conversation between the two.

Hearing that they had a chance of surviving, these people got up despite the serious injuries on their bodies and tried to reach out to the girl who might decide their life and death.

"Don't, don't kill me, I won't come again next time."

"I was wrong, spare me."

"I have no choice but to do it, I still have a mother and a child."

"Please......

Even if people who are ready to die come to carry out the mission, when they find that there is still a glimmer of life when they are dying, the little desire of human nature makes them struggle with all their might.

Yunhe hesitated, feeling as if his legs were frozen in place as if he had been filled with lead, watching these people prostrate and stretch out their hands to the only place of hope, Yunhe couldn't help but think of his mother.

At the beginning, my mother also worked hard to reach out and pursue the last bit of light.

Although her mother's distorted and paranoid personality made her miserable, Yunhe could sense in the endless pain that there was a sporadic and a little bit of sweetness flowing from her fingers.

That's her mother.

Sometimes, Yunhe often wonders if his mother was really rescued by Miss Bai in the first place, will everything be different?

"Ahem......

A slight cough sounded not far away, Yunhe was shocked, and hurriedly turned around, only to find that Lucifer was standing quietly not far away with white tea in his arms, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.

Bai Cha nestled weakly in Lucifer's arms, like the most delicate doll in the world, beautiful and fragile, but on that expressionless face, the bright peach blossom eyes were still so firm and sharp, making Yunhe's heart tremble.

Sometimes Yunhe even wonders if Bai Cha will be calm as usual at the moment of his death, just like this.

Yunhe didn't know when Bai Cha was standing behind him, but looking at the uninvited guests on the ground who were not yet dead and Meng Qinghuan was still standing not far away, he didn't have to think about it to know what was going on here.

Miss Bai is not a fool.

"Cloud Crane." Bai Cha's voice was cold and good, light and fluttering, like the gentlest breeze on a summer night, but the words he said were so unquestionable, even more powerful than Meng Qinghuan's words, so that Yun He couldn't afford to refuse at all.

「…… Yes!"

Yunhe gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and stepped forward, her legs trembling, or her whole body trembling, she held down a person's head, closed her eyes, and slammed it down.

At first, the fist fell a little bit of a snag

It was the firmest skull of a man, but it soon became clear, and through the skull was the soft flesh and brain.

Through the fist gloves, Yunhe could even clearly feel the feeling of his brain and flesh being shattered by his fist. As soon as she opened her eyes, the lenses of her glasses had been stained with blood, and through the lenses, Yunhe could clearly see the scene like an unripe watermelon that had exploded, and the mixture of red and white made her feel cold.

Yunhe was a little out of breath, she turned her head to look at the white tea behind her, the girl she secretly worshipped as a god was still indifferent even if she was fragile, and her cold eyes were like a basin of cold water that made Yunhe shiver.

She staggered to her feet, grabbed another person, and threw some mechanical punches, substitutions, and punches again.

The rest of the people were in an uproar, and the only hope suddenly turned into a life-seeking demon, leaving them in a state of torn hearts, and one of them roared at the white tea, he already knew who was crushing their hopes.

"You don't have to die, White Tea! You don't have to die well! I curse you, I curse you to die on the spot! There are no bones left!"

Bai Cha raised his eyelids lightly, and lazily replied, "Hmm."

Well? What does um mean?

The man was stunned and didn't react, so he listened to Bai Cha continue.

"I lend you good words." Bai Cha nodded slightly, agreeing with that person's words.

Ji Yan? If you can't die well, it's good luck to die on the spot?

Before that person could say anything more vicious, he was shot in the head by Yunhe's punch, and this time Yunhe's punch was much smoother, smoother than the previous times, and even added a little strength, and even his eyes were much colder.

That's the anger that comes from Bai Cha being cursed.

Bai Cha leaned his head on Lucifer's shoulder, a little tired, and whispered softly, "Directly to death? It's hard to imagine such an easy way to die."

Is it good to be alive? If you die violently, the pain, responsibility, burden, task, fatigue, intrigue, and troubles will all go with the wind.

To put it lightly.

Yunhe knelt on the ground, her brain was in a mess, she couldn't come back to her senses at all, she gasped heavily, like a stranded fish, but Meng Qinghuan walked towards Baicha and Lucifer.

"Xiaoxiaobai~ I thought you were asleep." Meng Qinghuan looked at the tightly wrapped white tea and wanted to laugh a little, his little white had never been wrapped so tightly, and he was wearing a thick coat outside, it was estimated that Lucifer was afraid that the evening breeze would blow the white tea.

is really a good housekeeper in country Z, but I didn't expect Baicha to be hugged by other people's princesses.

"If you feel movement outside, come out and take a look."

Bai Cha's voice was still very weak, and it seemed that he was awakened by the murderous aura outside, so he came out.

Although it is true that he won Asteria during the day, the price paid by white tea is definitely not small, and it would be too unrealistic to be able to bounce around energetically.

She wasn't really an all-powerful god after all.

His throat was a little itchy, Bai Cha coughed lightly twice, and looked at Yunhe: "Do you think I'm cruel?"

"No, Miss Bai." Yunhe subconsciously replied, she wanted to stand up and salute, but her legs were weak and she fell to her knees in a pool of blood, and she couldn't help but be even more flustered, just wanted to say something, but felt a warmth on her body.

"Be careful."