After a while, the roar of the screaming beast gradually weakened, and the two groups of people who were lured into the beast's den were basically wiped out. Feng Tianxie simply bandaged his wounds, and the two of them returned home loaded with loot.

When they returned to the gathering point of the third group, there were only three people left, Qian Mei, the baby-faced boy Ximu, and the timid woman Xueyuan. A bearded mountain monster had died, and only one person was missing.

Feng Tianxie naturally knew what was going on. The person she had met face to face not long ago had probably left the Demon Miasma Forest at this moment. This was what she expected. After her almost indifferent rejection, Helian, who had recovered his memory,

Jiu's heart was so arrogant that he would not be able to stay even for a moment and left.

But there were still people who didn't know what was going on. They kept looking around and asking, "How come you have come all the way back and that cold-faced evil god is still nowhere to be seen? Could it be that he was accidentally killed and silenced by another group?"

There was a slightly regretful look on his face. One less person would inevitably weaken the strength of their team, and that person's strength was definitely not ordinary. It was a pity.

But he was the only one who cared about He Lianjiu's fate, while Qian Mei was confused because of her concern. She immediately came over and checked Feng Tianxie's whole body, fearing that she would get hurt: "Qi... you're okay.

Right?" He almost called out Miss Seven, but instead of asking about the result, he was worried about whether she was injured.

"I'm fine." Feng Tianxie patted her shoulder to reassure her and threw the trophies he had brought back to the ground.

Only a few people noticed these bloody trophies. What does this mean? The two of them lured the enemy deep into the beast's den and returned with complete victory. Not only did they annihilate the enemy, but they also returned safe and sound.

"Wow, this scythe is really big. It's about half bigger than me. It's really interesting." The baby-faced boy Simu took a fancy to a big scythe made of two moon shapes, and put it on his shoulder.

The weight was enough to make him a little shorter, showing its heavy weight.

Seeing that he couldn't carry it and still holding on, even the timid woman Xueyuan couldn't stand it. She went to pick up a knife and carefully handed it to her kindly: "That one... is too heavy. This one is more suitable for you."

"Which of your eyes can see that I can't lift it? Go, go aside, don't hinder me." Ximu still held on in front of everyone, turned around, leaving only his back to everyone, and his face finally showed a sense of pressure.

of haze.

But he didn't want people to think that he was worthless. If he was driven out by Feng Tianxie again, he would be chased by other groups, maybe like the bearded mountain monster and the cold-faced evil god who might encounter unexpected events.

The same soul has returned to the West.

Seeing that he insisted on asking for the useless sickle, Xueyuan did not dare to disturb him anymore and kept the knife for herself. Since she did not carry any weapons, she used it for self-defense.

Feng Tianxie also picked two weapons, handed a whip to Qian Mei, and said calmly: "Only two groups of people fell into the trap, and there is one group left, so you must also strengthen your guard."

Qianmei took it and asked knowingly: "I will strengthen the security." After speaking, she glanced at Ximu and Xueyuan who were having fun with the new weapons. It was not only the remaining ones that needed to be strengthened.

The last group, and these two people...
Chapter completed!