"I say this, I don't want you to selflessly dedicate yourself to the human race, sacrifice your life for righteousness or anything like that, it's just that when people are sad, they always want to talk to the people around them."

Sun Yingying reluctantly took his eyes off the night sky, breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and looked at the rest of his life.

"Everyone has their own ideas in their hearts, and they can't force it, but you don't show that you are as sensible as you appear."

"If it's really as you said, why did you give me all the two Ten Thousand Poison Fruits before you fainted."

"Among them, Moge only paid one payment."

"So sometimes, you know what you're doing, and you just don't want to admit it, don't you?"

"The door in the hearts of others seals their own memories; And the door in your heart, sealed... It's you. ”

"Perhaps... You can actually try to push open that door and come out. ”

"Because this door has been opened by your own hands."

"Rest well."

Saying that, Sun Yingying gradually moved away, no longer bothering the rest of his life, or rather, leaving the rest of his life with a space for self-reflection.

For the rest of his life, he still lay flat on the grassland, looking at the starry sky.

The starry sky tonight is exceptionally beautiful.

He was a little silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Heroes... It is not long-lived. ”

"Let's treat all of this as a deal."

"It's fair to collect money and save people."

"I don't need other people's gratitude, praise, perhaps... Just for Mr. Liu... Do something. ”

The rest of his life muttered to himself, and the tiredness came back again, and finally he fell asleep deeply.

As for this bedtime muttering, he didn't know if it was for himself or for the one who existed in secret... An old man with an eavesdropping fetish.

"Heroes don't live long..."

"The old man has lived a handful of years, isn't it still good."

"What a hard-mouthed little guy."

Sun Yingying sat on a tree, leaning his back against the trunk, shook his head with a smile, and looked at the night sky again with a distraction.

The breeze blew across the plains, taking away that sadness.

……

"Tiny!"

Zhao Zicheng roared angrily and rushed forward.

Lin Xiaoxiao paused very tacitly when she heard the voice, and jumped up from Da Bai's body.

Zhao Zicheng shuttled through the middle, and the sandbag was at the front.

Lin Xiaoxiao and Da Bai divided into two directions and launched a surprise attack on the fifth-level demon beast.

The sharp claws of the demon beast were stopped by the sandbag, and Lin Xiaoxiao's spear entered the body, and Dabai bit the demon beast's leg with a bite.

In the distance, after losing Atai's protection, Mu Yu could only keep shuttling through the crowd, not daring to stay in one place for too long, taking advantage of this short opportunity, he quickly sketched on the tombstone.

With the black qi surging, the body surface of the demon beast collapsed into a wound.

As if he had expected it, Zhao Zicheng used the sandbag as a hammer and frantically smashed the wounds of the demon beast.

For a while, the blood flowed non-stop.

The demon beast roared again and again, and its ferocity surged, wanting to resist.

But the black gas filled again, and a scar appeared on its neck, and it finally fell to the ground weakly, losing its vital features.

"Whew..."

"What a tough guy."

"Tiny, flank!"

Under the continuous fighting, Zhao Zicheng's face turned pale, and the old wound on his arm collapsed again, and blood flowed down his arm.

He just shook it lightly, and his gaze fell to the side.

A monster lunged down and tore at one of the soldiers.

With Zhao Zicheng's reminder, Lin Xiaoxiao directly threw the spear in his hand and intercepted the demon beast for a short time.

Da Bai rushed out almost synchronously, extremely fast, and his tail swept fiercely on the waist of the demon beast.

In the next second, the figure changed.

Lin Xiaoxiao appeared on Da Bai's back out of thin air, and re-grasped the spear that had fallen from the air in his hand.

The demon beast was furious, its pupils were blood-red, and it roared and stretched out its claws and slapped towards Lin Xiaoxiao.

But Lin Xiaoxiao still launched an attack as if he didn't see it, which was completely a posture of fighting for his life.

At the last moment, Zhao Zicheng finally arrived and stopped the attack of the demon beast, while Lin Xiaoxiao's spear was stabbed in the heart of the demon beast.

A handful of blood mist.

The monster fell to the ground in despair.

The whole process took no more than three seconds, and the tacit understanding between several people, whether it was the tacit understanding between the battles or the trust between each other, had reached its peak.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't doubt what Zhao Zicheng would do if he couldn't stop it.

Zhao Zicheng also didn't worry about Lin Xiaoxiao's inability to kill the demon beast with one shot, causing the demon beast to go crazy and the possibility of being seriously injured.

In the distance, Mu Yu, who had already condensed a skill, watched this scene, hit the skill in another place, holding a demon crystal and constantly recovering his energy.

The rescued soldier didn't even have time to express his gratitude and threw himself into another battle circle.

War is like that.

A moment of slack can become a reason for one's own death.

Standing stupidly in place and sincerely expressing gratitude, he will only be attacked by other demon beasts and die in Huangquan.

It's only played like this in TV dramas.

This fifth round of attack was extraordinarily long, and lasted all night.

It wasn't until dawn that the tide of beasts receded.

Zhao Zicheng's whole person seemed to have walked out of the blood water, his face, hands, including his clothes, were all bright red, and the rich smell of blood was clearly audible.

He let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, his entire right arm completely unconscious.

Lin Xiaoxiao's custom-made spear had also been broken, several wounds on Da Bai's body were still bleeding, her face was pale, she raised her right arm that was still dripping blood, and gently stroked Da Bai's cheek.

Only Mu Yu seems to be in good condition, at least there are no injuries on his body.

But within a few days, the energy continued to dry up, and it kept recovering.

This long-term attrition, coupled with the frequent release of skills, made his brain already a mess, and his headache was cracking, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

"Or... Otherwise, we won't leave..."

"To the end... At the last moment, he died in a vigorous battle..."

"The Three Heroes of the Ink Academy... Maybe it will be... Textbooks are also available. ”

"It's like... It doesn't seem to be bad..."

Zhao Zicheng grinned in pain, but he was still smiling, which made people want to punch him.