Most of the human fetuses that lay out of the fields would die, and all the dead ones would be picked up by the team in order and eaten separately. And the few who are alive tear off the melon vines, change into costumes, and become new members of the team.

The Faceless Lady held half of the corpse in her hand and handed it to Qiu Yansheng, this time, did she want him to endure and eat half of the corpse again?

Qiu Yansheng's face turned pale and pale, obviously unable to endure this kind of thing. At this time, a ball of light suddenly shot from a distance and landed on the back of the female monarch's neck impartially.

Although the female monarch was defenseless, her whole body was blown out of the sedan chair, except for a little embarrassment, but she did not die. She suddenly looked in the direction where the ball of light was coming from, and didn't find any suspicious people, so a large number of people in that direction all carried the black cauldron for Leng Xiao.

Everyone was on guard, and the lady screamed. Dozens of mantis people poured out from all directions, guarding her side in groups, and almost without her orders, the Facelings from other directions took the initiative to attack, shattering the one location where Leng Xiao had launched a sneak attack into slag.

In an instant, at least thousands of Facelings died. No one pities their life and death, and their feelings for each other are as thin as two stones on the side of the road.

They are nothing more than the product of some fields, and at the same time their daily rations, they are nothing more than a bunch of indifferent and morally corrupt things.

Qiu Yansheng knew that this was an opportunity that Leng Xiao grasped for him, everyone was vigilant about the safety of the female monarch, and no one cared about his whereabouts and life or death. Approached by a long line of Facelings, he had no choice but to run deeper into the field, burrowing into the patches of sticks.

The female monarch looked at Qiu Yansheng's back, her eyes lingered a little, and she kept waving her arms and giving orders.

Leng Xiao attacked again, and the ball of light shot out brightly, and this time it easily fell into the eyes of the female monarch, and it could not succeed again. She grabbed a mantis man in front of her, and half of the mantis man's body was blown to pieces.

Her cold and gloomy eyes fell on Leng Xiao, and she didn't let her subordinates kill each other stupidly. She waved her hand suddenly, and everyone suddenly put away the long-range weapons in their hands and replaced them with lightsabers and lightsabers.

Leng Xiao smiled in his heart: "Don't you still want to capture me alive......"

He looked at the direction of Qiu Yansheng's escape, he didn't have as good luck as Qiu Yansheng, he was able to escape to the depths of the field where there were no pursuers and no strong enemies, and his retreat was only in the back - only to kill all the way.

He would never go to war with the Faceling Gentleman, and there was no fairness to talk about, just like the 100,000 Facelings stared at him alone, and there was no fairness at all. So he took out the bamboo cannon without any scruples, held one in each of his left and right hands, and wantonly bombarded and killed.

Although the stick cannon is not accurate, it is the most powerful in terms of power, especially when the enemy is so dense, every ball of light that falls, it can blow more than a dozen facelings to pieces.

He stepped on the mangled corpse of the Faceling, step by step, and fought his way out, killing a path of his own.

The corpse's fragments, in addition to the dark red and viscous juice, were mixed with small, bug-like particles. You don't have to look closely to see them struggling and wriggling, they are indeed alive.

Some insects are lying on the food that has not been fully digested, refusing carefully, eating like silkworms eating mulberry leaves, and then expelling new juices from their lower bodies.

Are these bugs what the Facelings rely on to digest their food? They are the stomachs of the Facelings.

Leng Xiao suddenly stopped for a moment, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face was full of astonishment. He stared at these insects carefully, and they seemed to be fire monkeys that had shrunk thousands of times!

He snapped back to his senses, turned sideways, and the blade slashed down his cheek, leaving a narrow scar that burst out a puddle of bright red blood—real blood.

The blood fell on the mantis man, and he was suddenly stunned, unable to imagine that there was such a beautiful thing in the world, in stark contrast to the filthy viscous liquid in their bodies.

Leng Xiao seized the opportunity for a moment and shattered his entire body. Dozens of sharp shadows had already left the female monarch and rushed towards him, and he was a little tired for a while.

The mantis man cut the bamboo cannon in his hand into two pieces with a knife, and he immediately flipped his palm and took out a new one, which he did not cherish.

He finally grew tired and his reflexes became slower, adding new scars to the hands of the praying mantis and the faceling. What made him fall early was the hunger he hadn't noticed for many years.

For cultivators, the desire for the appetite has become no longer important, and the spiritual energy can supply the body with all the physical energy. But now that the aura in his body has long since dried up, he will be hungry like a faceling, like a mortal, he will be exhausted by it, and if he lives for a long time, he will starve to death because of it.

A shadow flickered in front of him, his gaze sharp. He was different from other mantises, his eyes were numb and a little more resolute, he only had a knife. On the other side, there was a broken knife that was no longer unsheathed.

He condensed all his remaining life and strength on this knife, and cut Leng Xiao's left wrist like a fish, so that Leng Xiao's left hand weapon fell, and then cut Leng Xiao's right wrist, so Leng Xiao's right hand weapon also fell.

His knife continued to cut Leng Xiao's robe, smashing the cloak Leng Xiao was wearing outside, leaving an inch of scar on every joint, and he fell to the ground like a puddle of rotten meat, losing all his strength.

In an instant, the sound of "Huo Huo Huo" continued, and dozens of knives lay across him, and the blades were coldly aimed at him.

Leng Xiao smiled bitterly, facing thousands of troops alone, he still overestimated himself. What did he think he was? Did he think he was still the primordial monk who was famous all over the world? Here, he was already nothing, just a mortal who was not much stronger than a praying mantis.

The female monarch walked towards him step by step, perhaps because she had been facing the same cold face for decades, which made her too lonely. She looked at Leng Xiao with interest, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a smile, as if she had found a brand new toy.

Her fingers slid over Leng Xiao's cheeks, different from the fake skin on her face, caressing the real cheek. She actually fell into the category, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes.

She used the golden hairpin on her bun as a spoon, dug into the cold cracked flesh, scooped up a spoonful of hot blood, and took it into her mouth. Bloodshot slid down the corners of her mouth and hung over her bright red wedding dress, imprinting darker spots of plum blossoms.

The female monarch's sharp nails slashed at her wrists, and she sent out a hole like crazy, digging from Leng Xiao's wounds, scooping out spoonfuls of blood and pouring them into her body, as if in this way, she could become a real person like Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiaoqiang endured the pain, looked at her with pity in his eyes, and said lightly: "It's really sad." ”

The female monarch turned a deaf ear, but always maintained a monotonous posture, spoonful after spoonful of blood for herself. Leng Xiao could feel a pair of burning gazes fall on him in the distance, stabbing at his back. He knew that it must be Qiu Yansheng's gaze, he was at the end of his rope, maybe when his life hung by a thread, Qiu Yansheng would get out of the wooden sticks, fight to the death with the 100,000 army of the Facelings, and then end up with the same fate, or be detained again by the Faceling Female Monarch and forcibly become a husband, and no one will save him.

Qiu Yansheng was hiding in the dark, Leng Xiao seemed to be dead, motionless, covered in scars and blood. The female monarch is like a crow pecking at a dead corpse, gnawing on cold flesh and blood. He couldn't hold it anymore and broke a stick, trying to fight the Facelings to the death. But suddenly saw Leng Xiao's limp arm lift a little with difficulty, making a simple gesture.

Leng Xiao looked at the female monarch lightly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, girl, I'm leaving, you can't keep me." ”

The female monarch didn't seem to hear it, and was still doing her own actions. The ground suddenly cracked into a small crevice, and out of it crawled a thin-legged worm. At first it was one, then one after another, and then densely, and it slammed into the female monarch and knocked her back.

Hundreds of yin and yang ghosts held Leng Xiao up, covering him layer after layer, and more yin and yang ghosts opened the way for him and broke off for him. His army is no less than that of the Facelings.

The Faceling's fragile body can be easily knocked through by the Yin Yang Ghost when it is hit, and the Faceling's light ball can also scorch the Yin Yang Ghost and fall to the ground. Wherever Leng Xiao went, there were pieces of corpses left, some enemies and some of his own people.

He knew that the Facelings would be able to understand him, but he still used his best strength to shout, "Stone Bridge Convergence!"

The female monarch didn't chase after her, she looked at her wrist in a daze, and slowly squatted on the ground, crying miserably, tears cried her face. She can't become cold, she's still her, it's still her, it's useless, it's useless.

The mantis man with a single knife stood quietly beside her, tilting his head to look at her sad side face, his hands trembling slightly, and he did not make any transgressive moves after all. He was always standing, straight, like an immutable statue.

Qiu Yansheng skirted the edge of the city, and there were few pursuers on the way, except for a few facelings who were irrigating the fields. and all that stood in his way fell by his sword.

He carried a lightsaber that he had snatched from the Faceling, and rushed to the stone bridge before Leng Xiao, and seeing that Leng Xiao had arrived, he took the lead and rushed out of the bridge.

The woman in the cloak looked up suddenly, watching the scene look at it suspiciously, always like an outsider, watching the puppets perform the scenes of their lives. She drank tea and ate meat, so uncomfortable.