Feng Yutian raised his legs and walked in the direction where the branch was.

A second after his foot touched the branch, Feng Yutian bent his corner slightly and picked up the branch.

The branches were neither thick nor thin, and the fractures were neat, so that at a glance it was clear that someone had cut them down from the tree with an axe.

It should have been cut off by the obscene middle-aged man when he cut it randomly.

In this way, it can be regarded as a kind of fate.

Speaking of which, she didn't want to waste her immortal power for this group of thieves, and she really didn't want to touch the axe that was stained with a lot of blood.

simply, he used this to end the lives of this group of people.

The middle-aged man who was the leader was on the side, worshipping the 'baby' in his hand reverently, but suddenly noticed that the shadow that had been falling on him was gone.

He turned his head out of curiosity to find out, but happened to see Feng Yutian bending down to pick up a branch on the ground.

Immediately after, he saw Feng Yutian holding a branch and gesturing a few times on his hand.

Somehow, looking at Feng Yutian's appearance of looking at the branches, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Just as the leading middle-aged man trembled his legs and subconsciously stepped back, the corners of Feng Yutian's mouth hooked up a smile, and while turning the branches, he walked in the direction where the leading middle-aged man was.

Seeing Feng Yutian getting closer and closer, the heart of the middle-aged man who led the way suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea.

The sixth sense, who had lived on the knife all year round, told him that for now, he had to die.

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged man in the lead clenched his fingers and grabbed the whistle tightly.

Feng Yutian looked at the actions of the leading middle-aged man, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even worse.

In the next second, I don't know what kind of means the middle-aged man in the lead used, and a trace of light suddenly appeared around him.

"It's not good, he wants to run, don't let him activate the magic circle!" The anxious call of the dementor bell appeared in Feng Yutian's divine sense.

Feng Yutian raised his hand slightly, only to see a beautiful arc in the air.

In the next second, the branch that was still rotating in her hand had been accurately poked into the heart of the leading middle-aged man.

The rippling light also disappeared in an instant.

The corners of Feng Yutian's mouth clapped his hands, and his tone was relaxed: "I still need you to say it." ”

She said this to the Dementor Bell.

After saying this, Feng Yutian walked to the side of the leading middle-aged man, and picked up the upright branch that was inserted in the heart of the middle-aged man in the lead.

Feng Yutian shook off the blood stains on the branches, and set his eyes on the thieves not far away: "You, do you kill yourself, or let me do it." ”

Her voice, clear and light, sounded to the ears of the group of thieves, but it was like the whisper of a demon.

When the thieves heard this, they wanted to flee from here.

Helplessly, their feet, as if they were nailed to the dirt, could not move:

"Please spare the villain, the villain is innocent. ”

"It's all instructed by the thief artist, and it has nothing to do with the villain. ”

"Have mercy on the villain!"

Suddenly, the sound of begging for mercy poured into Feng Yutian's ears like a tide.

Feng Yutian frowned, and a flash came to the front of this group of thieves.

After hearing a few successive 'swish' sounds, the group of thieves fell neatly to the ground.

Feng Yutian threw away the branch in his hand, then glanced at the thieves who had fallen to the ground in front of him, who had lost all his breath, and spit out two words in a flat tone: "Noise." ”