Feng Zhuyue curled her lips crazily, and snuggled into Long Canghao's arms as softly as a marshmallow, with a smile on her face.
"Cang, tell me, what are they ordered to do?"
Long Canghao held Feng Zhuyue's delicate little hand, which was as smooth as porcelain specially made for his big palm, and said with a smile: "They are just here to lose their lives under orders."
Her gentle words contained arrogance and bloodlust in her tone.
No matter whose order they are following, they will end up losing their lives here.
Feng Zhuyue chuckled.
As he spoke, the density of the air suddenly became thinner, like a vacuum in the night sky, which made people want to vomit.
But the two protagonists here at this time, as well as Qiuqiu, who had eaten the crystal and continued to fight for food, seemed not to feel anything unusual.
The sword rises and falls, the sword light and flint, the sword energy bursting out, and the cold blood fill the air. The murderous aura, bloody smell, and the thin air converge into a straight line, and this area is already isolated from other worlds.
The blood flying sword is on the long sword, and corpses are scattered all over the grassland. This area is a life nourished by blood.
The smile on Feng Zhuyue's lips became more and more obvious. The struggle of these people before their death. Even if they knew that they were no match for them, they still wanted to fly a moth into the flame. It was like hurling an egg at a stone.
However, these people still uphold the spirit of not giving up until the last drop of blood is shed, which makes Feng Zhuyue feel that these people are not the people she knows in the world.
These people are dead soldiers.
Received death.
If the opponent doesn't die, you will die. A team that won't give up until one of them dies.
Are these people here to kill her or Long Canghao?
The martial arts of Long Canghao's bodyguards are all very high, at least above level eight. Although the few people just now are not as good as Long Canghao's bodyguards, their strength is definitely around level eight.
A dozen eighth-level figures suddenly appeared. Forgive her for being ignorant in the world, she had never known that an organization could easily produce more than a dozen eighth-level warriors.
So now she can be sure that these people are not here to kill her.
He came to kill Long Canghao.
A cold and stern look flashed from her cold eyes, and the smile on Feng Zhuyue's lips became even colder, like a devil in the ice purgatory.
She didn't know that Long Canghao's identity could attract such a huge killer, but judging from the way he handled it with ease, this kind of thing probably didn't happen just once or twice.
Feng Zhuyue was suddenly curious as to what stage of martial arts Long Canghao had reached that made him so calm and relaxed at the moment.
After a while, corpses were lying all over the ground, which made Feng Zhuyue miss the special land in the Demonic Forest. The reason was that these corpses were not aesthetically pleasing and affected her mood.
"Cang, let's go! I'm not in the mood to eat."
Long Canghao didn't want Feng Zhuyue to face such a bloody scene, so he held her hand and the two of them strolled slowly on the grass beside the river, their figures gradually fading away...
And behind them, there was a round little thing following, shaking and holding in its paws the plate of grapes that Feng Zhuyue and Long Canghao had casually discarded that they had not eaten just now.
He had been staring at this plate of grapes for a long time. He quickly held it in his hand and was reluctant to throw it away.