The big characters on the city gate are twinkling.
For a week around the city, the refugees took advantage of every opportunity and huddled in the halo at the edge of the protective formation to survive.
Staying awake at night is torture.
Bah!
A dozen refugees were wrapped like rice dumplings, one after another, leaving winding traces on the sand.
Cheng Yan is like a tracker, she is going to be exhausted.
The weird dragging sound came from far to near, and occasionally there were a few vague muffled sounds.
The refugees outside the city are scared to death.
They stared in the direction of the sandstorm, unable to see anything until a tall black shadow came out of the sandy sky.
A grass as tall as two people.
It has a strange shape, with only one blade left in front, as if it was attacking them.
The rest are all extended to the ground, and the ends of the leaves are rolled and rolled into bags.
The grass is so green that it shines!
"Demon!"
"A demon is coming!"
The refugees were so frightened that they wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.
Cheng Yan ignored them, rolled up the blade and threw it hard.
Whoosh!
A dozen refugees fell from the sky and were thrown under the city gate with perfect accuracy, almost rolling into the halo of the protective formation.
Oh yeah, perfect accuracy.
As for those who fainted, they were knocked awake, and those who were awake were stunned.
This is beyond Cheng Yuan's control.
The strength still needs to be improved.
Cheng Yuan stood at the city gate without making any unnecessary movements.
The green leaves sway in the wind, like a seaweed.
A group of refugees were as quiet as chickens, holding their breath and not daring to move.
Immortal! Qi! City!
I was struck by these three big characters.
This city, I don’t know much else about it, its humanistic spirit is very lacking.
So many refugees, aren’t they just ants?
Just watch them fend for themselves?
There are so many high-level demon masters in the city, and any protective formation or spiritual weapon is enough to keep the refugees alive.
She has lived in the ruins for a period of time, and she knows very well that the biggest pursuit of the refugees every day is just to stay alive.
Is it difficult to live?
Difficult!
This world seems to be like this, the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive.
Why does the Demon Control Master help them, not because of relatives or friends?
The refugees did not relax their vigilance just because the grass monster in front of them was motionless.
This grass demon may be holding back some big move.
I saw its long and slender leaves all pointing upright.
They are even more scared.
The grass demon is on the move!
They are going to pee in fear.
Huh?
The grass demon dived into the sandstorm without looking back.
The little girl said timidly: "It doesn't seem to be malicious!"
"Shit! Monsters are monsters, and monsters are born evil! Damn girl, don't forget, this sandstorm was brought about by monsters!" The middle-aged man became irritable.
The voice of demons born for evil soon drowned out everything else.
The refugees cursed the demon at the top of their lungs.
It was all demons that brought disaster, took away lives, and left them struggling in endless pain.
……
Cheng Yuan avoided the sand monster and picked up a few refugees whose life or death was unknown.
She was born in a peaceful era, so she could not watch the passage of life so coldly and remain indifferent.
She's not trying to act like a hero, she's just doing what she can.
Weixin An'er.
As for the things that save the world, leave it to the real heroes.
For example, the young man in front of me is fighting a sand monster.
The young man had black hair and snow-clad clothes, and held a long sword in his hand! With a sharp movement, he slashed out with his sword, causing the sand monster to shatter into sand in an instant.
However, the reason why the Sand Monster is called the Sand Monster is that except for a demon pill and a big tongue, the rest of its body is made of sand.
Sand can be scattered and gathered together.
Gathering and dispersing again and again, killing again and again.
Cheng Yan was very excited at the beginning, but then he looked tired and his eyes gradually turned into saury.
???
The young man was still able to deal with it with ease, but it seemed that he was not trying his best.
Cheng Yan was secretly worried in the dark.
Brother, hurry up.
It's blocking my way back to the city.
As if sensing Cheng Yuan's thoughts, the young man turned around suddenly and pointed his sword in one direction.
"Baiji! It's there!"
Following his cold shout, a white shadow fell from the sky! Heading straight for it!
Coming straight?
Oops, I was discovered.
Cheng Yuan ran away.
I bet this young man had enough energy to discover her early, and he was deeply afraid that she might carry out a sneak attack in secret, and there would be a snipe and clam fight for the fishermen's profit?
The roots swung to the extreme, and Cheng Yan's speed was astonishing.
Behind her, the white shadow is getting closer and closer.
Tsk!
It was a snow wolf all white, with a strong body and well-developed limbs, and a particularly conspicuous tuft of silver-gray hair on the top of its head.
Snow Wolf Demon, the legendary Lord of the Icefield.
For the Snow Wolf Demon, a hot place like the desert is an unprecedented test for its body and habits.
But its speed is much faster than Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yan was thrown to the ground almost in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Yan vomited blood, brother! You got the wrong person!
The young man over there has already defeated the sand monster with one sword and is chasing after him at a high speed.
When he saw what was under the Snow Wolf Demon, his face suddenly turned red.
"Bai Ji, come back... come back!" The young man's voice was almost broken.
"嘤嘤嘤..."
A sobbing sound came from under the snow wolf demon's claws. It raised its claws with a confused look on its face.
The figure is slender, the clothes are torn, and the skin on the shoulders should not be exposed.
People?
Hey? Where is the grass it caught?
The snow wolf demon pulled the man down without believing it.
Facing a pair of astonished eyes, the Snow Wolf Demon was stunned.
Cheng Yan was also stunned.
Why do you bring the flip side?
She was in a hurry just now, and her clothes were not fully dressed yet.
After cleaning up for a while, Cheng Yan finally wrapped himself up tightly.
The Snow Wolf Demon is not interested in this skinny, dark-looking person.
With a 'hum', he left her and ran back.
"Who are you?" The young man walked up to her.
Just when Cheng Yong wanted to speak, there was a surge in his body, and he had to spit out a mouthful of blood.
He rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and fainted.
Young man: "..."
Turn around and look at the wolf.
The Snow Wolf Demon raised its paw: "..." It's not a wolf, there is no wolf!
……
The raging sandstorm has long since stopped, and the sky is extremely clear, with some luxurious blue.
The peaceful ruins make people feel like everything last night was just a dream.
However, everything is devastated.
The roofs of the residences that still retained the shape of the houses were blown off by the wind, and all the paths were leveled to the ground.
Someone once asked, with so many refugees in the ruins, why no one started to build houses and rebuild their homes?
How could it not be?
It's just that every time there is a sandstorm, the ruins will return to their worst appearance.
City gate;
Several refugees were in a daze numbly. Surrounded by them were several mutilated corpses, the victims who were dying in silence.
The wind is hot and dry. There is a strong smell of blood in the air.
Disgusting.
Refugees in twos and threes were rummaging around.
No wailing, no crying.
They mechanically searched for nearby survivors, and the faces of those found did not show any joy of surviving the disaster, but only numbness and deathly silence.
Black vultures can be seen everywhere on the road, and they are more eager to find victims than anyone else.
When Cheng Yuan woke up, there was a black vulture next to him.
Before she could react, a snow-white paw clapped down.
The black vulture's body sank into the sand, leaving only two feet outside, twitching.
Meeting Cheng Yuan's gaze, the Snow Wolf Demon quietly retracted its claws.
Hey, it’s not a wolf, there are no wolves.
Cheng Yan: "I've seen all the samples."
Cheng Yan was so shocked that the Snow Wolf Demon dodged and ran away.
This is a broken house in the ruins, with only half of the roof, and the shadow cast by it just covers her.
On the other side, a young man sat cross-legged in the sand with his eyes closed.
The sun was shining brightly, but there was not a trace of sweat on his forehead. His whole body looked unrealistically dry.
The young man had a beautiful face and extraordinary handsomeness. After looking at him for a while, Cheng Yuan felt as if all the heat in his body had gone away.
Probably because her eyes were too hot, the boy opened his eyes.
The eyes are clear and black and white are distinct.
Well, the first impression is really good.
Of course, this was what she was saying to the boy, but the boy frowned at her and his eyes were wary.
Their eyes met, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was awkward.
There is a saying that as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
In the end, it was the young man who spoke first: "Are you a demon master?"
Cheng Yan showed a just right smile.
"Isn't my temperament obvious?"
?(???)?elegant)
The young man looked at her subconsciously.
The clothes are in rags, the body is in a mess, and the straw-like hair is as messy as a chicken coop.