"Squeak!"

There are about forty-five gophers around, and each of them is very scary in size, especially when they are still surrounding her at this time, all staring at her and making squeaks.

With her strength, how to solve the current dilemma?

Killed all these forty or fifty gophers?These gophers are obviously mutated, I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with.

As I was thinking about it, I felt a gust of wind hit, and a gopher on the left squeaked and rushed forward.

She endured the pain coming from all over her body, her gaze swept sharply, and the dagger in her hand swung out instantly, and she saw a faint red mysterious aura tracing the air along with the sharp attack of the dagger, with a swish, stabbing Drill the gopher towards that end.

At this moment, the other forty or fifty gophers squeaked, all of them suddenly jumped up, biting her around her.

"Hiss!"

The pain made her exhale in pain, and the bite of forty or fifty gophers did not slow down the speed of the dagger in her hand. At this moment, she roared like a killer, rotating her body and swinging the dagger, piercing and pulling. There is only one belief in my mind, and that is to live!

"squeak!"

"Squeak..."

There are more and more gopher corpses on the ground, and the gophers that surround her dare not get close to her.

Because, beside her, the corpses had been piled up into hills, and a strong smell of blood permeated the dark space.

And she, wet and warm, is her blood, and also the blood of the gophers...

"Come on? Don't you dare to pounce on it?"

Her voice was cold and wicked, and her gaze swept sharply and coldly towards the retreating gophers. The bloodthirsty and murderous spirit and the blood in her body made her look like a bloody murderous god, just that A terrifying, bloodthirsty aura made the remaining boring rats afraid to step forward.

"Don't dare? Ha! I haven't killed enough yet!"

As soon as the bloodthirsty cold voice fell, she moved, and the cold-lighted dagger stabbed at a driller again with a fierce aura, so fast that she could not dodge it at all.

"squeak!"

There was a scream, a splash of hot blood, and another driller died under her dagger.

"Squeak!"

The remaining dozen screamed and fled to the caves in panic.

She pressed her lips and glanced at the caves, and then she walked step by step along the direction of the breeze, step by step, step by step, drop of blood...

After walking for nearly half an hour, the first thing I heard was the sound of the water flowing, and then the gradual light. Because of the water flowing, the air in the air was a little more moist, and her body was in pain at this time. , But still gritted his teeth and walked step by step until he came to the place where the water flows.

It was a deep pool, invisible but very clear. The current was living water, but it didn't know where to flow.

But there is no way around here. The light is shining diagonally above the head, as if it is at the bottom of a deep valley. The cliffs are covered with moss due to the fine flow of water, and some vines are hanging around.

She only glanced at her and then withdrew her gaze. What we have to do now is not how to leave here, but the injury to her.

If you don’t treat the wounds bitten by the gophers, I’m afraid you will get infected. Fortunately, there is a deep pool here.

He took off his bloody clothes and put the golden egg aside. Then it was half-floating under the water, and the cold deep pool water was used to clean up the wound on his body...