The sun sets slowly among the barren hills and boulders of the Surui Highlands. The last ray of sunshine reluctantly let go of his fingers, and the large sphagnum moss in the swamp slowly faded its bright green. The cruel night is about to descend on the Binnu Swamp!

Hundreds of mutant ligers stood in the mire, wandering restlessly. They missed afternoon tea, and dinner can't be missed.

On a small mound in front of them, two soldiers who had just come out of calamity stood upright, ready for a stormy reprimand from the captain of the guard before they were reduced to pieces of minced meat.

But Quill restrained his temper, or rather, he had guessed that their fate would be exactly the same—the three ghosts would be on their way together!

Retreating from the heights of Surui to the edge of the Binnu Marsh, it took them almost two hours. The mutant ligers weren't embarrassed, Ardis and Quill were the most ferocious creatures they'd ever seen, and if they ventured out of impatience and greed, it would only mean that there would be an extra hole in their body, or that their heads would be separated. But the temptation of good food is always hard to resist, so they don't give up easily.

After standing upright for a while, seeing that Quill had no heart to fire at them, Qi Lang and Owu both put their hearts back in their stomachs for the time being, and each stood on the edge of the hill, carefully watching the movements of the ligers.

Although Qi Lang's heart is still full of emotions, he must also admit that the two blows of Quill and Ardis taking out a dozen mutant ligers are exhilarating, and it may still be very difficult to follow, but Quill gives him hope of survival.

Compared to Qi Lang, Owu seemed to be more optimistic about the situation, because beside him stood the fiercest warriors of the Luman Empire! What were these ugly mutants in front of him compared to Quill?

"Lieutenant Quill," Ou Wu said to Quill in order to break the silence, "they don't seem to dare to come, they must be afraid of you and your leopard." ”

Quill snorted fiercely, apparently suppressing the unhappiness in his heart: "Don't dare to come, they are waiting for the night, you idiot! In the night, no creature is their opponent!"

Quill's voice was so loud that it made sense that he wasn't saying something depressing. O'U also felt that Quill was deliberately scaring himself, but still tried his best to show his courage: "But we're not afraid of them, are we?"

Quill turned his body around suddenly, his eyes fierce and terrifying: "If it weren't for you two waste, of course I'm not afraid of them." But now, we're trapped here!!You'd better pray as hard as you can, and hope that Maggie will bring some people, or you'll die!"

As he uttered these words, Attis, who had been looking warily at the bottom, seemed to be angry, and it slowly turned back, its round nostrils snorting roughly. As it approached Qi Lang, its pale yellow eyes seemed to be full of hostility all the time.

"Don't touch him, Ardis, he'll defile your noble fur!" Quill warned his pet, and he still hadn't gotten rid of his insult to Zilang.

But Ardis still circled around Qi Lang a few times, and his eyes seemed to be full of threat and anger. Qi Lang felt as if Ardis could see into the depths of his soul, and right there, there seemed to be an equally irritable Holy Spirit, who wanted to appear impatiently, pounce on the one-horned panther, and start biting!

There was no light in the western sky, and the air around it was starting to get unusually cold.

Quill stood in front of the mound with his sword, the muscles in his face twitching involuntarily.

In the mire, the mutant ligers began to come alive again, their eyes floating strangely in the darkness like kerosene lamps. Quill was right, these mutants have amazing vision at night, and they can see light that is not normally seen by ordinary humans. Even Quill would have had a hard time dealing with one or two of them when they started fighting in this state, especially since they had already assembled into a legion.

Owu finally realized the seriousness of the problem, and Qi Lang could see his shoulders shivering involuntarily, and of course, the low temperature may also be part of the reason. Owu almost dragged his feet to Quill's side, and he took a hard breath before he spoke, "Lieutenant Quill, what is that?"

"That's the liger that's going to tear us to shreds, you idiot!" Quill didn't even lift his eyelids, and tried his blue-glowing tiger sword to himself.

"I'm sorry, I mean those ......" Owu raised his hand tremblingly, but his finger was pointing to the east side of the swamp.

Qi Lang also stood up, and he also saw the "those" that Ou Wu said. It was white shadows one by one, hundreds of them, flying across the swamp like ghosts.

Addis' nose let out a low growl. It looked grumpy, even more grumpy than it had been in the afternoon.

"It's ...... them," Quill's face twisted even more.

Several ligers fell silently, the white ghosts did it! They quickly circled behind the mutants, and they fell before they knew it, only to see a flash of white light.

Soon, the hundreds of mutant ligers found out that their backyard was on fire, and they entered unprecedented chaos in an instant!

For a moment, roars rang out in all directions, and the movements of those white ghosts also accelerated. Dark liquid splattered from the mutants, and their roars grew louder and louder. Qi Lang wondered if he was in the Binnu Swamp or the hell beneath the swamp.

"You two, stay here, and don't let me know you've moved!" Quill raised his sword and gave orders to Owu and Qi Lang.

"Addis, let me see your wildness!"

After a loud roar, the man-bear and the strange leopard had already rushed down the hill.

Owu's strength had returned, and he could hold his saw firmly, but this time he chose to obey the order and obediently sat aside.

Qi Lang stood in front and carefully watched the battle situation in the swamp.

Quill quickly killed the three mutants, he and Ardis did a good job, after a short break, their strength had fully recovered, and it seemed as if Quill was secretly engaged in a slaughter race against the ghosts, fast and accurate, like a god sent down from heaven.

The ghosts, however, were more elegant, like butterflies flying around the mutants, and the dance ended in a uniform movement, ending with the mutants falling into the mud with a thud.

Qi Lang watched it with fascination, as if it was not a killing, but a wonderful musical and dance drama. He could be sure that he was out of danger, and his mood became lighter.

"Oops!" suddenly came an exclamation from behind him!

The sound was crisp and pleasant, as if the silver fork had inadvertently knocked on the goblet and made a ding-dong sound.

Qi Lang was immediately shocked, raised his bow and arrows, and quickly turned around. Owu jumped to his feet with a thud, the saw in his hand swaying and humming.

However, the arrow was not wound, and the saw was not lifted high.

Because in front of them, there was just a beautiful little girl.

This little girl was only a teenager, and she was wearing a white skirt with soft skirts fluttering gently in the night breeze. Her jet-black hair was pulled up, but a few strands still fell carelessly beside her face, adding a little cuteness to her pretty face. She looked like a beautiful fairy, but she held a sword in her hand, a sword as white as jade, which meant that she might still be a samurai.

At this time, the girl was covering her mouth with her hand in surprise, apparently because she had spotted the two of them.

Qi Lang was stunned. The girl was indeed beautiful, and he was even more surprised to see his own kind, and although it was dark, he could see clearly that it was a yellow-skinned girl, and like himself, she was also an Oriental.

"Bastard, are you a banshee?!" Ou Wu asked in a rough voice in the face of a little girl, still with full confidence.

"You guessed it wrong. The little girl laughed unfazed, her teeth white and her eyes narrowed into two crescents, "I'm sorry you scared me, I thought it was a mutant bear." Hehe, it seems that I guessed wrong. ”

At this moment, a white shadow quickly jumped under the hill, and it was in front of me in the blink of an eye. The man was a middle-aged warrior, dressed in a white robe, with a strange bun tied on his head. He cautiously looked at Qi Lang and Ao Wu, slowly walked up to the girl, and said a few words in a strange language. But what he said, Qi Lang heard clearly: "Princess Mirong, they didn't do anything, right?"

"Nothing, just two stunned soldiers. The little girl smiled lightly, and replied in the same language, "I almost plunged my sword into their hearts." ”

"That's good. The remediation task is almost complete, and we can probably retreat. The warrior turned his sword around, put it in his hand, and raised his fists toward the little girl, as if waiting for an order.

"Yay. The little girl nodded, smiled again, raised her chin, and said to Qi Lang and Ou Wu, "See you back, boys." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure had already jumped up, and she had only jumped vertically to a place twenty meters away. The snow-white dress fell together in the dark, like a white butterfly flapping its wings.

The whistle sounded, and the white ghosts in the mire stopped and collected their swords, and before the mutants in front of them fell, they had already flown away one by one, gradually disappearing into the depths of the swamp to the east.

All the mutants were wiped out, leaving only Quill gasping for breath beneath the mound, and the panther Addis was nowhere to be seen.

"Why don't you speak human words, you lowly yellow people!" Ou Wu was still cursing angrily at the girl's departing back, but in fact, his scolding could only be heard by Qi Lang, the only yellow race.