The little boy seemed to hear a familiar place, opened his eyes and patted his little meat hand excitedly and said, "Go home." ”

Liu Dashuai glanced at the excited child and said to Lingzhi: "We just happened to go to Yongle Gutana, let's take him there by the way, I'll call the local police and let them pick it up." ”

Lingzhi glanced at the little boy who was very happy just now, and in a blink of an eye, he looked at his little boy cautiously with his poor little eyes, sighed and rubbed his hair, "Okay." ”

The little boy's face immediately bloomed with a bright smile, and he twisted and whispered to Lingzhi, "Sister is so good." ”

Lingzhi's heart jumped, this milky sister in the milk was quite similar to that person when she was still obedient.

She pinched the little boy's chubby face, and her heart softened a little, "Be obedient, my sister will send you home." ”

The car was driving in an uninhabited alley, and suddenly extinguished the fire without warning, Chen Yun was a little flustered, and his hand began to tremble when he pressed the start button.

After pressing it a few times and there was no response, Liu Dashuai and Zhou Cheng in the back seat had already subconsciously clenched the machete in their hands.

Around the corner, more than a dozen men in black robes appeared one after another.

Lingzhi instantly remembered Bai Yan's black robe.

However, Bai Yan and Akabane are pure black.

And the other party's black robe was obviously embroidered with a dragon that broke through the sky.

Lingzhi glanced at their robes, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, she hated dragons, very much.

Liu Dashuai and Zhou Cheng held the machete in their hands and were about to get out of the car, but the door seemed to be welded to death, and they couldn't open it.

Lingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, these people were surrounded by a stream of Qi, the spiritual energy of this world was depleted, and warlocks usually practiced with Qi.

There are 13 warlocks, and the other party is really bloody.

She took out four talismans from her pocket and divided them, and stuffed the little boy in her arms into the arms of Chen Yun, who was still trying to light the fire, "It's useless, what the other party wants is my life, I'll lead them away in a while, you drive straight to Yongle Tower, use all means, you must stop them."

Zhou Cheng frowned and disagreed, "You are now assisting the police in handling the case, how can we put yourself in danger." ”

Lingzhi's eyes fell on him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, "It's okay, I can't die, the most important thing is to go to Yongle Tower first." ”

With that, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Liu Dashuai found that her car door could be opened, and wanted to get out through the gap in the middle.

"Bang"

The door was closed from the outside by Lingzhi, and after it was closed, it could never be opened again.

Zhou Cheng glanced at the thin Lingzhi, held the machete, and smashed the window hard, the window did not move, and the child in the co-pilot was so frightened by him that he whimpered.

Chen Yun reluctantly held the child in her arms and coaxed softly, sweeping the crowd facing outside the window and said, "I knew I would have thrown you in the service area." ”

In front of the car stood all warlocks, and 13 black-robed men surrounded Lingzhi in the middle.

Lingzhi was extremely thin by their tiger-backed bodies, and she stood there as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Jincheng is a northeastern city, and the temperature here is now more than minus 20 degrees, and Chen Yun is shivering from the cold in the car.

Suddenly snowflakes fell in midair.

Gradually, the snowflakes grew larger and larger, and gradually evolved into goose feather snow.

A few snowflakes landed on Lingzhi's long eyelashes, and the snowflakes in mid-air suddenly stopped falling.

Time freezes.

Everything in the car stays in place.

Lingzhi smiled bitterly, it turned out that the other party didn't want to stay alive.

The warlocks pulled their weapons out of their sleeves, a sword that shimmered with cold light, and swam among the snowflakes.

Lingzhi's ears sounded the sound of breaking wind, and Zhize came out of his hand to block the sword.

Lingzhi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, Zhize was her natal magic weapon, the natal sword of a merging period monk and an ordinary sword were opposed, and the opponent's sword was unscathed.

Each of the 13 warlocks had their own strengths, and behind their swords was a whip with a stinger.

Lingzhi was surrounded by 13 people and quickly fell behind.

The flowing fire came out of the palm of his hand, and as soon as he showed his head, he was restrained in place by a piece of talisman paper.

Patches of red leaves fall to the ground, accompanied by tiny yellow stamens.

The shadow of the sword and sword, accompanied by the sudden dart.

More than half of the rune paper of Lingzhi has been used.

A long sword suddenly pierced, and when Lingzhi sensed it, it was already over, her body was slightly sideways, and the long sword pierced into her shoulder blade.

It hurts, it hurts.

Lingzhi looked down at his body, and his eyes flashed with incomprehension.

The golden light did not trigger.

She was still a little too confident in herself.

While she was distracted, a long whip with a stinger suddenly struck, and a whip hit the back of Lingzhi's backbone, and blood was dripping immediately.

Lingzhi snorted, staggered a few steps, barely supported his body, and stabbed the opponent's heart with a wave of his sword.

She closed her eyes, this was the first time Shibazawa had drunk human blood.

Plants have also begun to eat human flesh and blood to serve as nourishment.

Without waiting for her to rest for a moment, two swords fired at the same time from both sides.

The snowflakes that stopped in mid-air were chopped to pieces, and dazzling red plums bloomed on the white snow.

In the secluded alley, the smell of blood is mixed with ice and snow, and the bitter smell of fragrance wafts out of the alley.

Lingzhi fell to the ground, looking at the man holding the sword in front of him, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a yellow stamen in the palm of his hand released all his last fragrant fragrance.

She stroked the long bloodstained hair on her shoulders and smiled with relief, "I lost, but you have to let me die." Lingzhi glanced at the person who had been waiting by the side with the compass and rune paper, and sneered, "I can't even be a ghost, so are you afraid that I will do something." ”

The man still pointed his sword at Lingzhi's heart, his indifferent eyes moved slightly, and he said disdainfully: "I'm afraid that you will do something, it's really beyond my strength, even the man who has been protecting you behind your back is still a defeated soldier under our lords, not to mention that you are a little warlock." ”

Lingzhi's eyes moved slightly, and two yellow stamens bloomed silently in the palm of his hand, the man's eyes began to gradually become infatuated, and the hand holding the sword fell to his side, and glanced at Lingzhi's face contemptuously, "I don't know why adults care so much about you, it's just a good-looking waste firewood, today I will personally understand you and bring it to adults to ask for rewards." ”

His movements were obviously sluggish, and the Zhize sword that fell on his side instantly broke through the air and pierced into the man's heart, and as soon as his soul came out, he was shattered by the Zhize sword.

Only 3 of the 13 Warlocks remained.

The snowflakes in mid-air fell to the ground in pieces, and the half-flown sparrows fluttered their wings and flew again.

The sword did not stop, and went straight to the door of the warlock with the compass.

"Yes, yes."

The warlock's eyebrows froze, and the needle of the compass in his hand began to spin wildly in circles.