If Ming Lan listened to a bit wrong, he turned his head again, and he would have lost his trace.
"What about Xiao Yanzi?" She couldn't help asking Chen Ning who came to stay.
Chen Ning's expression is dignified and complicated: "That one, it's gone."
He has never seen such a weird and weird body in the future.
However, the commander of the East Factory in the area, Wu Yixiu has reached such a terrible point?
If Ming Lan was worried about looking around.
But at this moment, on the chaotic battlefield between the mountains and forests, there is no trace of Xiaoyuzi.
He was standing under a tall tree between the mountains, and a orangutan robe hunting in the cold wind, like a bright red hell repair the flag.
A group of mountain bandits dare not watched the ghosts who usually appear among them.
"He ... how did he get up?"
"No matter how he came up, a weak chicken, slaughtered the wine!"
"Don't worry, he is more beautiful than the ladies, hahaha!"
A group of cow -tall mountain bandits directly picked up the sword and rushed towards him.
Xiao Yanzi looked at the murderous tall bandits, seemed to be bent with the scarlet thin lips, the beauty mole of the eyebrows was different.
His white and slender palms turned, the cold wind gathered in the gown, and the countless fallen leaves suddenly turned down. Under his palm, he condensed into a weird deciduous whirlwind.
He raised his hand at will, pointed to the lotus tactics, like the Buddha's knot, and waved his sleeves lightly.
The weird deciduous whirlwind rushed towards the dozens of mountain bandits rushing nearby.
At the moment when all the fallen leaves were stained with the human body, all the mountain bandits froze instantly, the faces were instantly distorted, the eyes were bursting, and the blood flowers burst into the fountain.
They screamed to fall to the ground, and the blood of dozens of people was stained with the flying strange leaves.
The flying leaves not only did not spread, but because the blood added to the horrible blood whirlwind that had spread into horrible blocks, there were lives that generally rushed towards the remaining scared gangsters.
"The Blood Demon King ... it must be that we have shocked the Blood Demon King.
Everyone screamed and escaped in horror.
But they couldn't catch up with the blood whirlwind, and soon the gangsters fell painfully, and the corpse across the wild.
Listening to the gangsters call themselves like this, the red boy seemed to be interesting. He enjoyed killing and screaming, but few people dared to compile these strange nicknames.
"Kill ... Lao Tzu killed you this demon king!"
A bandy bandit of nearly two meters high killed the red eyes, watching the brother who blocked the blood fog for himself died, and he chopped towards the red boy under the tree unbelievable.
"Kak!" The boy didn't even look at him, and his long fingers lifted, and he squeezed his throat at will.
He squeezed his fingertips, his throat was broken, the bandit widened his eyes, and he fell silently.
The red boy wiped his hands with no expression.
He narrowed his slender eyes and took a sip of the bloody smell in the air, and he was impatient: "Clean the garbage that escaped, leaving no living mouth."
His little mother was almost injured by the garbage. The good mood he started last night was destroyed.
He is not happy, don't be happy.
"Yes!" He did not know that there were hundreds of ghosts wearing white ghosts and charming shadows behind him, and quickly dissipated in the forest.
The mountains are empty, and the corpses are all over the field. This chapter has been completed!