Bestial Blade

For a moment, everyone present felt that they were dreaming.

He didn't have to open his hand to examine it carefully. Just by glancing at his eyes, no one could see that the boy was an Asian beast, and the orc didn't grow up like him.

Such an Asian beast kid with little flesh and bones simply cut a beast-shaped orc in one fell swoop ... even the rescued Huayi had the same idea with others at that moment-this kid is not Right? What kind of monster is he?

Chang'an shook the blood on the blade without any rush, and the bucket hat worn on his head was a little crooked, covering his eye with a crumbling look, which looked a little amused. He shook his head and couldn't help it Holding the straw hat to the right place, he finally took off the bucket hat and threw it on Huayi.

Then he looked up at those incredible enemies and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

As soon as he took off the bucket, the whole person was exposed to everyone's sight. It may have just been active. The teenager's cheeks rarely had a very slight blush, and the dark hair was sticking to his face wetly. The end is black and white, and even the expression and tone of his speech are not very vicious, and he is even almost gentle and polite to consult the other party's opinions.

No one squeaked, and the boy slammed the heavy saber on the ground. The birdman closest to him couldn't help but fluttered his wings and jumped to a branch farther away from him, only to hear that the boy was very sincere to The crowd suggested: "No injustice, I don't want to fight, can you say it?"

After he said this, it seemed as if he was convinced that others would accept his opinion. He leaned his horseback and bent down slightly, stretched out a hand to Huayi, and asked, "Is I helping you, or do you stand up? "

Huayi saw this young man who claimed to be Chang'an again, his mood was very complicated, so complicated that he had nothing to say, so he suddenly laughed, grabbed the young man's hand, and wobbled and stood up, but immediately let go. .

He smiled stupidly: "Look, I just said there are no beauties, and here comes one, alas, these crooked juvenile guys have to let me undress, of course I am not happy, if you Come a little early, maybe I've taken off long ago, how can it take everyone to work so hard ... "

"Wait, stand still!" Someone finally came back, and the winged orc on the tree "snucked" and converged its wings, and instantly turned into a gloomy little head. The man fell to the ground and his small triangular eyes swept coldly. Over Chang'an, his eyes looked like a poisonous serpent spitting letters, in a tone of the yin and yang peculiar to the birdman, "Kill our people, do you want to leave?"

Chang'an, carrying the saber, turned around, frowned at him, and asked, "What do you say?"

The winged orc stared at his peers and pointed at Huayi: "Leave your life."

"This is not okay." Before Huayi squeaked, Chang'an opened his mouth on his own initiative. He suddenly became the person who presided over the overall situation. Unfortunately, the person who presided over the overall situation treated the problem in its own way. Chang'an couldn't let Huayi die here, and couldn't think of other solutions, so he glanced at Huayi, thought for a moment, and suggested, "I think you might as well take off your clothes and take off your clothes. Just a little piece of meat, just show them. "

Huayi's signature giggle almost froze: "..."

There was no sign of joking on Chang'an's serious face, as if he really thought so.

It's a pity that the killers have never seen such a wise mediation. They are obviously provoked and think that they have been mocked. The winged orc first became a big bird and flew into the air. The other several Each killer turned into a monster on the spot, and for a moment, surrounded the two humanoid groups.

Huayi's expression calmed down, leaning on the tree to keep his strength as much as possible to balance himself. He put one hand on Changan's shoulder and gently pushed him, and said, "Little brother, it's nothing to do with you. Some more. "

"Oh," Chang'an stunned first, then looked at him indifferently and asked, "I step back, can you beat them?"

Huayi laughed and didn't think he was embarrassed. He said, "What can I do if I can't fight? Although I haven't been able to get what I want, I can fight for ten years and die in the hands of my enemies. It is not disgraceful, at least much better than a flat-haired animal that hides its head and hides its tail and hurts. "

His voice faded, and he suddenly stunned Chang'an aside. Then, a green arrow was nailed to the place where Chang'an had just stood-these winged orcs were simply dogs that couldn't change their poop, a dirty thing , Turned into a bird, can even hide organs in the beak.

Chang An frowned at first, glanced at the blow arrow that almost sneaked on his head, then picked up the saber he poked on the ground, raised the blade slightly, looked up at the orc bird, his face asked calmly: "You Are you looking for death? "

The winged orc suddenly got creepy inexplicably, and at that moment he instinctively whistled and flew to the sky, at the same time, a giant beast slammed into Chang'an.

I saw that the young man was like a ghost, and he was no longer in place. The beast that came over felt that a strong wind was coming from his ears, so fast that he couldn't even see the blade.

For the first time, the orc knew that his beast shape was so clumsy, and he could not avoid it. He hit the back of his heavy knife on his back. The orc stunned him and rolled forward. Chang'an stepped on the giant body of the beast and lifted it into the air with his hands. He slid his hands to the bottom of the saber handle, and the saber-sword took the thunderous power in his thin wrist. Sweeping out, Kankan caught up with the winged orcs who had flew into the air.

The chill immersed in the bones caused the wings of the orc's feathers to explode, and he turned back in anxiety, trying to spray the second blowing arrow he hid in his mouth at this unknown monster. I found that I had no strength to open my mouth.

The winged orc did not know how he fell to the ground. When he reacted, he found that his lower body fell a few feet away and he had separated from himself.

How can there be such a sword in the world?

How can there be such a person in the world?

Changan fell with a knife and did not raise his head. He did not waste his energy to collect his knife. The body went out along the inertia side. The saber swept half a circle. The dripping blood drew a creepy arc on the ground.

At this time, the rain did not know when it had stopped, the morning sun came out of the clouds, the boy stood there, and the shimmering light fell on his side, looking soft and beautiful. A beast nearest him suddenly took a dozen steps back, suddenly turned into a humanoid, and cried, "Monster!"

Then he crawled into the woods and ran away.

These hunters were half solved by Huayi, and they called this weird boy who came out of nowhere to kill the same. The rest of the remaining fruits scared the courage, and the birds and beasts scattered and ran away.

"You're a monster." Chang'an looked a little bad, muttered, and turned to Huayi, "Hey, you ..."

Huayi didn't say a word. He planted it in front of his face. He was paralyzed by bird poison and supported for so long. At this time, it was already at the end of the crossbow and reached the limit.

Chang'an looked at him for a moment, then sighed, clamped his sabre under his arm, dragged Huayi very hard, shook it on his shoulder, and walked forward staggeringly.

He felt that this big man was really heavy, he was heavier than his sword, he was not fit for holding, and it was quite difficult to hold it. He was about to exhaust him.

When Huayi woke up again, the day had passed. He didn't move instinctively. First, he closed his eyes and felt for a while. He found that the wound was not so painful, the anesthetic on his body had basically retreated, and his hands and feet had regained strength. Only relieved, then Huayi remembered his bizarre experience.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the "quirky" protagonist beside him.

Chang'an's Sabre didn't know when he was caught in his incredible bag, and the boy didn't know where he felt so much. In this crisis-ridden forest, Da La La curled up and fell asleep into a ball. . He sat and slept on a tree trunk, as if trying to make a worldly appearance, but unfortunately he couldn't follow the rules. He fell asleep while sleeping, his head tilted unconsciously to one side, to a certain extent, Then he would stumble, and he stumbled up, sat back under the tree, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

Huayi watched this magical boy for a while and slowly sat up.

Chang'an was startled by his shivering movement, opened his eyes and looked at Huayi, but said the first sentence: "Do you still have bud sugar?"

Huayi grabbed one from his parcel, picked it in his hand, and picked out a few pieces from it, and explained with reluctant eyes in Chang'an: "These pieces cannot be eaten. It's poison. "

Chang'an took the candy and peeled it off with a taste, and put it away in other places-he always had a strange feeling for bud sugar. As a child, Ayan liked to secretly hide a few pieces and stuffed them to him. Every time his **** master blows the wind, the reward thrown to him is also this soft and sweet candy.

Huayi stared at him with big eyes for a while, and finally asked, "Why don't you lie down and sleep?"

Changan rubbed his eyes: "I want to take care of the fire."

Huayi's eyes fell on the fire that had been extinguished long ago, and he was silent.

Chang'an followed his gaze and said to himself quite puzzled: "How did it die?"

Huayi sighed, climbed up furiously, stunned in the fire, and percussed for a while, the fire finally re-burned, he sat there, his face with a thick, honest smile lightened, almost showing The cold background came, and asked in a casual tone: "You saved me indiscriminately like this, aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?"

Changan yawned and said vaguely: "Zheyan said that you also saved me."

Huayi glanced at him and asked, "Do you have ... seventeen? Eighteen?"

"Um." Chang An nodded indifferently. "Almost."

Huayi hesitated for a moment, without asking where he came from or how he learned his magical skills. When facing Chang'an, he felt speechless, but he was maliciously misled. The juvenile just saved his life.

In recent years, in addition to a few dead companions who have a life-and-death friendship, by chance, Huayi has only seen two people, those who pursued him, and his employer, but this time it let He met a special one.

He had been so skillful for so many years, at this time, the childhood silly big man suddenly restored Su in his body, so that he didn't know how to get better.

When Huayi was thinking about how to talk to this boy, he didn't expect that he was silent for only a moment, and Changan had fallen asleep, this time probably because someone took care of the fire, and he was relieved to worry about it. , Leisurely resting on his own bag, lying down comfortably.

His sword technique was so powerful that it was almost fascinating. Huayi couldn't help but suspect that this boy was also an incognito deceased. However, when he looked at him with carelessness and carelessness, he thought he was thinking too much.

Huayi frowned for a while in Chang'an, without thinking about any results, and finally hesitated to take off his tattered coat and put it on Chang'an, and then treated his wound by the light.