Even though the morning glow has risen in the east, there is still a dark place on the mountain.

This dark place is a place full of green shade in the midst of the lush woods.

The dense branches and leaves are layered on top of each other, blocking almost all the morning sun on the horizon, leaving only sparse spots of light, falling on the autumn yellow all over the ground.

Suddenly, a ball of white wool cotton flashed in the light.

Looking closely, I saw a small ball behind him swaying gently, and then a pair of long ears suddenly erected.

It turned out to be a little white rabbit.

I saw that its ears fluttered, jumped a few steps, turned its head sideways, and a pair of small red eyes were crystal clear.

It blinked at the gray shade of the trees around it, lowered its ears, pressed the fresh grass in front of it with its small claws, and puffed up its fluffy cheeks with its three-petal mouth.

Although this autumn grass is not weak, the spring seedlings are delicate and juicy, but it is also refreshing because of the morning dew, which is very suitable for its appetite.

I saw the little white rabbit chewing the autumn grass greedily, not noticing the figure slowly approaching from behind him.

'Whew-'

Suddenly there was a hiss.

The white rabbit suddenly pricked up his ears and looked back.

In the shadows, there is a large mouth of blood.

with two sharp fangs.

Blood-stained white velvet.

After the white rabbit's legs twitched twice, there was no movement.

After it stopped struggling, the bloody mouth slowly closed, swallowing the white rabbit whole, revealing its hideous face.

It's a striped python.

With its head as thick as a bowl, it slowly squirmed its body, which was several feet long, and lazily meandered forward, to the bright spot of light, and comfortably vomited blood-red letters.

The wind blew, and the smell of blood entered the tongue.

The python suddenly paused, and stared sideways at the shade of the tree.

The shade of the tree is dark, but it is not in the way.

Hear the sound of trees and water droplets falling to the ground.

Goodbye almond-shaped pitch-black snake eyes reflect a white robe.

"Whew-"

The giant python's tail shook, sending a malicious signal to the white cloth.

Bai Yi didn't seem to notice it at all, holding a pitch-black wooden stick in one hand and pressing his bleeding chest with the other, walking slowly and with difficulty.

And when he saw him, he stepped into its forbidden place.

The giant python hissed for a moment, jumped up towards the white-clothed body, opened its bloody mouth, and revealed its two fangs as smooth as jade.

The white clothes stopped.

Silver light out of the sheath.

There was a 'poof', and the head of the snake, the size of a bowl, rolled on the ground several times, and its two fangs dug into the dirt and stained with dust.

After losing his head, no matter how long the body of the creature python was, it only struggled a few times, and then lay quietly on the ground and let him slaughter it.

But Bai Yi was clearly not interested in it.

The seer's silver light swept back into its sheath of its own accord, hiding its edge and turning back into a pitch-black wood root.

Goodbye to him, he raised his feet and stepped over the body of the python, staggered forward a few steps, leaned forward, and leaned against a big tree with his hands raised.

A fountain of blood gushed out of his heart, staining the white clothes in front of him red.

Only then did he notice that the green silk on his face was already full of beads of sweat.

Wang Manxiu gasped a few times, leaned on the tree, and wanted to use the breath in his body to stop the bleeding from the wound.

Unexpectedly, just as the breath was circulating, a heat surged up to his throat and turned into blood and spit out.

And with this mouthful of blood, Bai Yi's legs finally weakened and he knelt on the ground.

Knowing that he was unable to get up, he turned around with the last strength in his body and sat against the tree.

Hanging his head, the white clothes have become redwoods.

The palm that Bai Qiu Fuliu stabbed into his chest just now, although he smashed the stone slab and twisted his body in a hurry, thus distracting from his heart a few inches - but after all, it was a palm of a thousand enemies. At this moment, although Bai Yi's heart was still intact, the meridians and blood vessels around it had all been stirred, and he couldn't lift his qi at all.

Another mouthful of blood.

The white clothes looked up, looking at the only bit of light that was hidden through the layers of branches and leaves.

The green silk was attached to his face, stained with blood from the corners of his mouth.

If he had anticipated this in the first place, he would have been lying, but if he had not thought of this moment at all, he would be deceiving.

I saw him raise his sleeves, wipe the blood from his lips, and smile bitterly.

"Brother Rong, Wang Manxiu can't stand you. ”

After speaking, the sleeves fell, and the eyes were closed.

Silent.