The night seemed so long. Long Shiyue returned to the camp of the Dragon Capturing Army and led the soldiers to charge. The sword light was dazzling and the footsteps were rumbling. Long Shiyu commanded the four Dragon Capturing Warlocks to unleash various Dragon Capturing Secret Techniques. , as soon as the attention of the room was diverted, the double gilded hammers on Long Ji suddenly disappeared. The injured girl propped up her body and looked at the young man standing blankly between the yellow sky and the black ground.
"Cake..." Long Chang slowly stepped forward, took three steps, stopped hesitantly, and took a step back in fear. In front of him, in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, lay the body of Cake Cake. Those grotesque corpses of the mob, half of the corpse of the pastry, looked so thin and small, they looked like babies that had just left their swaddling clothes.
"Xuanhuang Group 2, repeating crossbows are ready," Long Shiyue waved his sword, and the two groups of soldiers behind him immediately slowed down. The soldiers of Xuanhuang Group unloaded the huge repeating crossbows from their backs, and smashed the lower tip of the crossbow into the ground to fix it. ; The soldiers in the Yellow group pushed the crossbow string as thick as their wrists with all their strength. Five crisp sounds of "da da da da da" indicated that the string was fully loaded. The soldiers took out five thick crossbow arrows and installed them one by one, then raised the tail end of the crossbow and aimed forward. .
Long Ji finally stood up. In front of her, separated by countless corpses, were the dead cakes and the silent boy who had separated from the family; behind her, separated by countless corpses, were the troops of the Capturing Dragon Army and the terrifying people who were getting closer and closer. Screaming, the slender body of the fourteen-year-old girl trembled. If she didn't press the wound on her ribs hard, she might not be able to stand upright. Her pale face was covered with blood, but her dark eyes were filled with pity, fear and sorrow. , at this moment, she forgot who she was, unable to see the bloody battlefield, and her mind was like thunder, echoing the words of the pastry:
"Cake is the most delicious, sweetest and most satisfying food in the world,"
"If he hadn't been so hungry that he was almost crazy, who would have been stupid enough to rush in and die in vain,"
"I'm so hungry..."
"Do you think this is a choice I can make?"
Long Ji suddenly opened her mouth and shouted with all her strength: "Go quickly, don't die in vain again,"
Her voice was covered by the roar of the mountain. It was a frenzy of crossbow arrows. The night behind Long Ji was cut into pieces. Hundreds of crossbow arrows shot through the air. She looked back in shock. The nearest crossbow arrow almost grazed her cheek. Then, the fine steel arrow cut off the black hair band, causing the girl's hair to dance wildly in the night wind, "No..." She moved her lips gently.
Turning a blind eye to everything, Long Chang finally leaned down and touched Cake's cold body, "Hey, I'm here, why are you sleeping?" The young man shook Cake's head, and suddenly found that his hands were stained with blood, and he was embarrassed. He wiped his hands clean on his clothes and patted the pastry face twice: "Hey, let's go. The Zong family is already in front of us. We can't sleep here forever. We'll have a full stomach soon. Just a little bit,,,just a little bit, bro,"
He picked up half of Cakecake's body lightly. The wound was no longer bleeding. He hadn't eaten a real meal for many days, and the blood in the child's body had almost dried up. Cakecake's little face had a strange expression, tight and tight. With his eyes closed, he looked a little confused, but also a little satisfied, "What are you doing? Why do you look like an idiot? Did you dream of eating something good?" Long Chang held his brother with one hand and asked doubtfully with the other hand. Scratching the back of his head, "Did you eat the cake? Well, if you can eat that kind of thing again, it would be really great..."
At this time, I don't know where the wind blowing from Long Yan's hair. He raised his head and saw the reflection of countless sharp arrows in the night. Just the rope), tie the pastries on your back, and move your shoulders: "Always cause me trouble, to bully you, you can only bully you, others ..."
His relaxed expression finally collapsed completely. Long Ji seemed to hear something crispy. The boy's body was still standing in place, but the soul sinking into the boundless darkness. Expansion and growth, swallow the light on the dragon ridge.
"Others ..."
A drop of tears crossed Long Yi's jaw ,,,,, if he explained it himself, it was just sweat or rain. At this time, it was necessary to wash a heavy rain and flush the battlefield. Why is the thunderstorm not coming? The tremor, the door of the alien world is slowly opening. Whether the mobs who shrink in the corner or the soldiers hiding behind the armor can feel the cold air like water soaked, the night is so cool. Is it so cool?
"Others ... all die,"
10,000 blood -colored Manshu Shahua is open. The other side of the other side of hell blooms on the slate, blooms from a pool of blood, blooms from the body, and makes the dragon ridge makeup into a different color red carpet. At night, a bandaged hand rose slowly in the sea of Manjushhahua's flowers. In vague, Long Ji heard the voice of the living and the deceased's voice to speak to himself:
"We have no place to go,"
"Nothing to eat,"
"Will die if you don't eat,"
"In order to live, you will kill someone,"
"What's wrong with this,"
"Let me go there, open red flowers, black water, green sky, place in the red place,"
"Ah ... it's annoying, this annoying world,"
"Go to death, everyone,"
"Come on, die, let's die ..."
In the sea of blood and red flowers, the coming of a bandage bandage, through the gaps of blood bandages, a pair of hot eyes are burning, "Om ..." He waved his fist, and his seemingly slow fist. Hurry up the petal dance, the first crossbow arrow hit the boxing front, followed by the collapse, distorted, the wooden thorns, and broken into a pink, the "armor" raised his head, looking at the dark sky, floating, floating, floating, floating Kong Ming lanterns, the arrow rain and the soldiers in front of me, the soldiers of the helmet, opened their arms lonely, and a sickle appeared on the right hand. It was an extremely broken sickle. The blade was covered with gaps. Light; a hammer appears on the left hand, it is an extremely broken hammer. The hammer is covered with rust. The surface is not equal due to excessive knocking.
"It is the body of Long Yan's armor. The word of the elderly battle. All those who have the power of blood immediately launched it to fight the culprit first," a slight meal at the feet of the dragon food, raised his right hand to post instructions, "get the order, "A dozen soldiers landed on the ground, and the colorful light lit up.
"Dragon food jade, the elders'" sleepy "word order, allowed to use the prison dragon forbidden, immediately launched," Yu Tuan's school captain raised his left hand again, holding a white and flawless jade card in his hand, and there was a blood red on the card. The word "sleepy", "Hehehehehe, wait too long, wait too long ..." Long Shiyu grinned, his scimitar was spin, and he pierced into the vest of a prisoner dragon soldier. "... Captain Wu ,, "The soldiers fell down, looking back at the boy behind.
"To serve the clan for a long time, it is inevitable that someone will have to make sacrifices. Don't blame me, just blame you for walking in front of me." Long Shiyu let go of his right hand and left the scimitar on the body. He reached out to lick the blood from his fingertips and changed his gestures. There is a poem in his mouth: "The sky is dark and the earth is yellow, the wind is turbid and the thunder is clear, eat my soul, and obey my order... the forbidden technique of trapping the dragon? The Lord of Heaven descends,"
At this moment, the soldiers of the Dragon Capturing Army's Feather Regiment surged past Long Ji like a steel tide. Long Xiyue didn't stay for half a second. He raised his arm, as if he wanted to help Long Ji to prevent her from falling in the crowd. But the girl turned away from him, her body like a willow leaf floating in the tide. She wanted to rush over and tell Long Chang that everything was wrong, that the existence of high walls was wrong, that famine was wrong, and that she wanted to attack Dragon's Back It was wrong, killing was wrong, being killed was wrong, Cake's death was wrong, and what was about to happen was even more wrong, but at this time she was too weak to make a sound or move. No matter how hard you move, you can't summon bones. You can only try your best not to fall down and be trampled into a pulp.
The armored body waved the sickle, but no one saw what was flying far away in the sky, and the twenty sky lanterns were extinguished in an instant.
The armored body swung the hammer. No one saw what hit the ground, and the ten-foot-five-foot city wall collapsed.
The battlefield fell into darkness again. Long Ji saw the light. She saw the sword light light up, saw the sword light disappear, saw the various haloes activating the power of blood, saw the various haloes extinguished one by one, and saw a milky white mist gathering. Yu Tianyu, it was one of the patron saints of the Long family summoned by the Dragon Prison Forbidden Technique. It was a sign of the imprisonment of Tianjun, the god in charge of prisons in the heaven in legend; she saw a heavy rusty hammer flying in the air, like It exploded like thunder and lightning, smashing the milky white clouds into pieces. Long Shiyu's face looked dull, blood spurted out from his mouth, nose, and ears at the same time, and his body fell straight down like a piece of rotten wood.
Long Ji heard the sound, she heard the sickle cutting through steel, heard the sickle cutting flesh, heard the hammer smashing the wall, heard the iron smashing the human body, heard the fist punching through the chest, heard the elbow knocking the head off, When she heard the frightened screams, the dying cries, and the pitiful cries of those resolute Dragon Capture Army soldiers, she remembered that the people in the armor were just teenagers like herself. She had never heard that I have seen so many people wailing at the same time and falling silent at the same time. The miserable howl echoed in the night, making every living person feel terrified, but there were no living people anywhere.
A soldier who used the power of "Fire Crow" fell into four pieces and fell to the ground. The two flame crows standing on his shoulders flapped their wings and flew up, and were smashed into two groups of sparks by the invisible shock wave. The fire feathers rustled. It fell, illuminating the hellish scene. The powerful Dragon Capturing Army had been completely wiped out. The armored boy was standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, looking at the brightly lit clan residence with eyes that flickered on and off.
Long Ji knew what he was thinking. If the angry Long Chang started killing the civilians of the Zong family, then the Long family would face the greatest catastrophe in thousands of years. The strength that came from nowhere prompted her to move towards the terrifying demon. One step, In two steps, she stepped over the broken limbs and arms, her shoes gurgling in the pool of blood. "Stop," the girl said in a trembling voice. She couldn't feel the tears already covering her cheeks. "Stop, if you still Remember my words,"
The bandaged body raised the scythe. Long Ji stopped in front of him, raised her pretty face, and closed her eyes tremblingly, but the scythe did not fall. Her charcoal-like eyes slowly moved and settled in the girl's hand, stained with blood. His hands held a white handkerchief, and on the handkerchief was a golden cake.