Under the leadership of the little fox without white hair, Ruan Mian mustered up the courage to move forward.

Looking around, she suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

This sadness is not because of the unknown danger ahead, nor because of her weak ability, but because of the courage she once lost to forge ahead in the past.

In the past, she never flinched in the face of the road ahead, and dared to run wild only with the bravery of not being afraid of heaven and earth.

Now she is restrained and cowardly, and her original intention has finally been worn out.

The past is like smoke, and it is unbearable to look back.

Ruan Mian didn't know if there were complete cycles of the four seasons in the small world, but the only thing she knew for sure was that she had to find a way out.

With a rushing stream on the left and a rocky mountain on the right, she thought for a moment and decided to go to the right.

She didn't know about demons, but if the fox demon still retained the habits of a fox, then he should have built his home in some cave, cave.

If you want to get out, you have to look for clues in these key places.

She had no mana, so she could only rely on a pair of legs to look up at the stone mountain and go up.

The rocky mountain is full of black-gray hard rocks, no big vegetation, and bare.

As soon as he walked along a low-lying stone road, Ruan Mian felt as if something had hit his foot, and he lifted the hem of his skirt by the way.

She lowered her head, and there was nothing but finger-long grass and rocks on her feet.

Ruan Mian became vigilant and walked towards the opener, lighter rocky ground.

As soon as he stood still, an unknown object pounced from behind Ruan Mian.

The speed of this thing was too fast, and before Ruan Mian could turn his head, the clothes behind his back were grabbed by it.

She reacted quickly, holding the treasure and flicking it behind her back.

The unknown object was pulled down, and the claws were taken away, and a piece of brocade skirt fabric behind her back was torn apart.

Fortunately, it was just a torn shirt, and she ignored it.

When I looked back, I saw a black mass falling, looking a bit like an enlarged version of a rat.

The rat scurried fast, and by the time Ruan Mian attacked its location with a treasure weapon, it had already run away.

This rat is big, but it doesn't have the spell of a demon, so it should be an ordinary rat.

I heard that low-level demons are more sensitive to their innate demonic nature, and it goes without saying that demon kings like Yin Lin are naturally those little demons who guard the palace, and their demonic nature will gradually be worn out after a long period of cultivation.

Rats without demonization should be the food of fox demons, although those rats are not demonized, but they are large and flexible and agile, which is also incomparable to ordinary rats.

She didn't bother to chase the rat, and immediately ran in the opposite direction where the rat had fled.

Rats usually move in groups, and if the rat calls the other rats, she will be miserable.

She ran as hard as she could, but how could a two-legged one outrun a four-legged one with a keen sense of smell.

As soon as she crossed a hill, she was surrounded.

A lot of times that's what it's like, as the saying goes: what you're afraid of.

The black pressure was overwhelming, and her goosebumps rose.

Is there really a demon who gets this kind of thing into his own little world?

Ruan Mian especially wanted to ask him: Should the diaphragm be diaphragm or not?

With this extreme number, Ruan Mian couldn't count how many rats surrounded her, and she only felt that a black wall had been formed.

She hurriedly raised the treasure weapon in her hand and waved out a clear yellow mana aperture, and some of the rats were scattered by the aperture, rushing out a small gap, but soon, this small gap was filled by the rats that kept crawling.

The role of the treasure weapon is obviously nothing in the face of absolute numbers, and it is really pitiful that she has to face "thousands of troops" alone.

After a pause, Ruan Mian felt that something was wrong, and the treasure weapon was not easy to use.

She wanted to try the fire attack, and felt the fire fold from the Qiankun exquisite bag.

There was no way, she didn't have any treasure that could conjure up flames.

The fire fold and the thrust of the treasure weapon discouraged most of the rats.

But they didn't expect those rats to be extraordinary, and the fire only restrained them for a while.

Some of the fringe rats quickly swarmed at her, only two steps away from her.

One-step--

She reflexively covered her head and closed her eyes tightly.

The expected tearing sensation did not come, and Ruan Mian slowly took away the arm that was blocking his eyes.

The rats were scurrying a step closer to her, but they couldn't get close to her.

If you look closely, it's because she is shrouded in a thin layer of mana, and this film-like mana is completely attached to her body, blocking the rats.

By the way, before Yin Silence let go of her, it seemed that he did inject mana to protect her.

Ruan Mian bent his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Since her father and mother went to the fairy, she and Xie Wan have lived together.

Xie Wan is very good to her, but she always has to be busy with the affairs of her palace, and Flawless simply talks to her and chats.

Even if she was often ridiculed by other little fairies, she endured it and endured it so as not to cause trouble to Xie Wan. She is also very well-behaved and never goes to Xie Wan to complain.

Even if she tried her best, she couldn't bully her back, she was not afraid, she still met it desperately, although she was only beaten, she was very happy.

When she was old and disdained to fight with children, she learned to stand silently in the corner as an invisible person, not to fight or to grab, not to be humble or arrogant.

It was the first time that when she stood in a gray corner like a transparent person, someone could still keep her in mind.

It feels wonderful, like the breeze of the moon that hasn't come for a long time.