Such an overwhelming evil aura, such unhesitating killing, seemed to come slowly from the pile of corpses.

Who is he?

Only then did she realize that she had no idea what the origin of this person was.

What is his name, where does he come from, is he a man or a demon?

No, he's not human.

There is no such indifference in the eyes of people.

Duan Huan looked at the red blood all over the ground, and his heart suddenly felt like he had been beaten hard.

She had thought that these youkai would be able to trap him, at least for a moment and a half for herself.

But I didn't expect this person to be so ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, all these monsters were killed.

These youkai died because of her.

A burst of unspeakable discomfort suddenly surged in his heart.

Blood sprayed on her face, and the figures in front of her overlapped, and the sword light was like a promise.

Huanhuan can't tell what is in front of him, is it an illusion or a reality?

But an instinct supported her to run forward, no matter whether this person was a human or a demon, she only knew that she was in a dead end, and running was the only thing she could think of now.

Her feet were limp, as if she were stepping on nothingness, and as if she was trapped in a nightmare and could not wake up.

In a trance, she saw the man in white holding a long sword, and the whole person soared in mid-air, and the night wind blew his clothes, flying like a cloud.

He is full of evil spirits, his clothes are bloody, but the whole person is as beautiful as a dream, but he is also extraordinary.

He came slowly towards him with his sword.

Huanhuan can only run forward.

She couldn't think of anything but running.

She vaguely saw the Qiankun bag, which was enlarged on top of her head, obscuring the moonlight.

There was darkness in front of me.

Knowing that there was no way to escape, she didn't run away, but instead turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Yuen Long didn't expect her to suddenly change direction, only to see that the little man suddenly ran towards him frantically, running to a place about ten meters away from him.

She heard a plop and fell to her knees.

The little fox is crying with pear blossoms and rain.

She cried while wiping her tears with her sleeve: "I was wrong, Master Guoshi. I was really wrong, I won't run anymore, I beg you not to kill me, and don't take my alchemy, the fox meat is rough and thick, and the alchemy will definitely not taste good. ”

Under the feet of the beautiful man is a black auspicious cloud soaring in the air, he is like a god descending, his long hair is flying, and the moonlight falls on his shoulders, which makes his eyes more and more cold, without a trace of fireworks.

Wan Huan stretched out a hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

She cried more and more bitterly: "If you don't dislike it, can I still have this honor as your car now?"

The beautiful man said coldly: "Didn't you run faster than a rabbit just now?"

"I originally wanted to help you, but my mana was low, and I just wanted to run away quickly and not drag the national teacher back. ”

I was happy, and I was afraid and regretful.

She knelt there in a daze, looking up at the man's face.

He was the most ruthless executioner she'd ever seen.

She knelt there, her voice trembling slightly, and she couldn't even speak.

Seeing that the Qiankun bag had been pressed to the top of Duan Huan's head, and she was about to suck her all in the next second, Duan Huan hurriedly shouted: "Shaoxia, don't want it, I don't want to enter the Qiankun bag." Uncle, I was wrong, I was really wrong. ”

A scream of joy echoed throughout the forest.

But the Qiankun bag stopped, and when he looked up, he saw a dark universe.

The bag was like a bottomless hell, but it came to a steady stop three feet above her head.

At that moment, his legs were so frightened that he collapsed directly on the ground like a pile of mud.

Oh my god, what kind of person is this?

The night wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees were rattling in all directions, and the man's eyes were heavy and seemed to be smiling, but they were cold.

I saw that he stretched out a hand to collect the Qiankun bag, and saw that the Qiankun bag was obediently hung on his waist, and he felt alive at this moment.

The man stepped down from above the auspicious clouds.

A few creaks of branches.

Wan Huan only saw that the corner of the white shirt was embroidered with the pattern of flowers and birds, and it was slowly approaching him.

Huan Huan was in the same place, not daring to move.

The man raised his hand, and Wan Huan hurriedly stretched out his hands to cover his face and shouted, "Don't hit me in the face, I still have to eat with my face!!"

"Who said I was going to beat you?" the man raised a pair of phoenix eyes, "Don't worry, I have always been a man of words, since I said that I would not kill you, I would spare you a small life." ”

Wan Huan trembled and said, "That... That... There won't be any other way to torture me, so if this young man is like this, please give me a good time. ”

But the beautiful man just snorted and sneered twice, and then turned away.

He left Duan Huan and walked forward alone.

Huan Huan was a little inexplicable behind him, thinking to himself, could it be that this person has changed his sex, well, he didn't take himself away?

The beautiful man walked with a sword, and his shirt was covered with large red bloodstains.

He walks very slowly, and the accessories jingle.

Seeing that Duan Huan didn't catch up, he turned around.

His side face was gathered under the faint moonlight, and it became sharper and sharper, "Why don't you catch up quickly?"

The joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe has not been enjoyed for two seconds, and he was pulled back to reality by his words.

Ancestor, did this big devil fall in love with her or what, why are there so many monsters in the world trying to torture her?

Wan Huan glanced back at the corpses of the monsters on the ground, and felt a lot of regret in his heart.

These monsters all suffered this fate because of her.

I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to show it.

A smile on her face that was more ugly than crying rose to her face, and she answered twice, and then quickly followed.

As soon as I took a step, I felt a weight on my feet, and it felt like a snake was wrapped around my feet.

She let out a strange "huh", and when she looked down, she saw that there was an iron chain on her foot, which was pure gold.

She looked down at the shackles, only to see that the other end of the shackles was in the hands of the big devil.

Wan Huan frowned, but he still said good-naturedly: "Hero, what do you mean?"

"These shackles are made of thousand-year-old ice, they are indestructible, and you can only move within a hundred meters of me. ”

Yuen Long raised the shackles in his hand, and the smile on his face was a little meaningful, "As long as I hook my fingers, no matter where you are, I can hook you back." ”

I want to cry without tears.

"Shaoxia, why do you want to get along with my little fox? I'm not a thousand-year-old demon who endangers the world! Why do you keep holding on to me!"

In the end, he almost cried out.

Yuen Long couldn't help but glance at her.

I saw the girl's small, palm-sized face and two round eyes.