Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Night breezes blow trees and leaves fall.

In a panic, use all your strength to attack the past in that direction.

At the moment of the attack, the mind was suddenly cold.

There, nothing.

While he was aware of the incident at high altitude, Snow Wolf's large figure appeared silently behind him.

A huge shadow would cover it, and before he could even turn around, he was plunged to the ground by a snowwolf.

Strong wolf claws slapped high and high, bone fragmentation sounded loud and high and "pounding” a bite of blood.

The red blood is misty in the middle of the sky, like an extremely red smoke.

When the height of the body falls, a voice is no longer like the pain of mankind.

This string of voices, like death's death bell, rings in everyone's ears.

Snow Wolf, this wolf claw pressed high and sudden strength, actually burst his entire upper body directly from his back, blood splashed, the distant chest collapsed into a pile of blurred bone crushed flesh.

A man who not long ago thought he was king in this camp is now completely dead.

Next, something more chilly happened.

The distant corpse froze inches beneath the paw of a snowwolf and eventually turned into an ice sculpture.

Under the slightly cold moonlight, the ice sculpture swept through a bright crystalline reflection.

Snow Wolf opened his mouth and revealed Whiteson's fangs, looking like a smile.

He looked down at the distant corpse and was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

And then it lowers its head, one after the other, and eats this ice sculpture that it makes.

“Calm down! ”

“Calm down! ”

The sound of the ice breaking sounded in succession, and everyone heard a delusion of trance, like being eaten by a snowwolf, by themselves.

The crushed ice splashed onto the surrounding ground, and Snow Wolf's big mouth quickly engraved the ice, or dead altitude, and swallowed it clean.

And the man from afar, as if he had never existed in this world.

It's completely gone.

Cruel means of hunting, such as the Snow Wolf, destroy much of the resistance of most people to it.

This Snow Wolf is so powerful!

In the presence of such beasts, they are so small, like ants, that they can only become food for their bellies.

Originally following the group of people in the distance, step-by-step retreat, surrounded by infinite darkness, the bitter cold wind constantly whistled, causing pain.

“Don't kill me, don't kill me! Please!”

The first broken man appeared, kneeling on his knees, prostrating himself to the snowwolf, full of tears, horrified and unspeakable.

More and more people, choosing to abandon their self-esteem as human beings, are kneeling down against a warcraft, as if they were worshipping a king, or a reaper.

The clouds looked at them indifferently, and there was no sympathy in their hearts.

What's the point of living a man who eats weak meat and who, if he is weak, can give up his dignity?

Coco was terrified by what had just happened, and Sergeant shrunk into Old Beard's arms and couldn't even speak.

Fatty's weak breath filled his eyes with despair as the only person besides the cloud dance who had ever dealt with a snowwolf.

“Being able to kneel down to an animal, these people's desire to survive is really strong enough to make me sigh. ”

The dragon smiled coldly, with disdain in his eyes, sarcastically.

He and the cloud dancers are alike, and even if they die, they will not accept any humiliation.

Aran ran out of a middle-aged man to dragon evil.

“What's wrong with not wanting to die? If you're not afraid to die, go kill the beast!” The middle-aged man struck like a shock and shouted evil at the dragon.

Lan tried to stop him when he rushed out, but he was one step late.

When the middle-aged man came out, Alan dragged him back with sorrow.

“Uncle Nine, don't talk nonsense. We'll be fine with Little Five here. ”

Now that young man called Little Five, and his brother, Dragon Four, is everyone's last hope.

He can't let the middle-aged piss off Dragon Four, and if their two brothers go, they're really dead.

The dragon looked at the man with a faint look, without half feelings, and his eyes were colder than the eyes of the Snowwolf.

“If you can compete for your own life, if you can't do it, admit it. ”

Uncle Nine listened to him. He was covered in despair. Finally, he couldn't resist the pressure and cried in silence.

Not far away, the Snow Wolf is one after the other slaughtering it's prey.

Faced with fleeing humans, it seemed like it had gained new pleasure, and after hurting them so that they could not escape, it was fun to find the next goal.

Tragic cries for help, desperate cries, painful groans, all in one place in the camp.

Old shivers took out the flare that Lin An gave him and pulled the fuse open.

The signal burst into the sky and a bang blew up a sparkling fireworks in the night.

Cloud dance, irritated by the noise, stood up and looked at people like bereaved dogs, finally had a little action.

The survival of the snowwolf under his claws, and even a slightly more frivolous cloud dance, has always been the focus of attention for all.

As she stood up, everyone looked up at her as if looking at a god who could save himself.

The outburst of cloud dance also made the Snow Wolf feel.

It stopped the game of cat and mouse hunting, turned around to face the cloud dance, and just hunted, boiling the blood of the animal in its body.

Faced with a man who once struck himself hard, he now wants very, very badly to turn him into an ice sculpture and be devoured by himself.

The flaming sword reappeared in the cloud dancer, and she looked closely and found that the wound on the snowwolf's shoulder had healed.

Looks like eating high altitude is its way of healing.

Fortunately, it hasn't eaten more people.

The dragon who kept letting the clouds dance to fight the snowwolf suddenly reached out and stopped her.

“Little Five, I'll go. ”

The cloud dance looked at him and he didn't speak, walking straight to the Snow Wolf.

This is her opponent and she doesn't need anyone to interfere.

This is the pride of cloud dance.

Dragon knows the idea of cloud dance, does not forcibly stop her, but takes a step back and lets her walk.

Old Hu and others had seen dragons pour evil and thought there was greater hope for things.

After all, two people together are stronger than a cloud dancer.

The snowwolf gorilla's tongue stretched out and licked the corner of her mouth. When she opened her mouth, the expression made the cloud dance resentful.

“Move all the wounded out of my way. ”

The cloud dancer didn't say a word back.

At first, no one dared to go over and take away those injured, or Hu and Alan were the first to walk through, after ascertaining that the attention of the snowwolf was on the cloud dance, quickly dragged back a wounded person.

Others saw the scene, and they all had the guts to bring together the inactive guys at the fastest possible speed.

Faced with the Snow Wolf, Cloud Dance knew that it was not time for her to hide her strength.

Unless she wants to die or rely on dragons to help her.

The cloud dance lifted a fine sword, cut a mouth on the index finger, and the blood bled out.

She lit blood between her eyebrows, on her fair skin, like a clear guanyin mole.

That bloody smell inspired the Snow Wolf, and it yelled at the cloud dance and felt a different smell in the blood of the cloud dance.

Eating this human must be better for him.

Just as Snow Wolf's greed plunged into the cloud dance, the breath of the cloud dance itself suddenly burst.

Mid-sixth, early seventh...

The smell of cloud dance flew all the way to the seventh peak in the amazing gaze of the crowd before stopping like a brake.

It was too late for Snow Wolf to discover that the smell of cloud dance had skyrocketed to the point where it feared.

It was always wrapped in flames, a fierce fine sword, this time silent, the flame on the sword was like a flowing lava, calmly pouring the power of terror.

The cloud dance lifted its fine sword and drew it to the snowwolf's strong neck.

Blue blood gushed out, and a few drops splashed on the cloud-dancing face.

Snow Wolf rolled down in the middle of the sky, with a deep gutter of visible bones around his neck, blue blood gushing out like spring water.

The roar of the beast is even scarier on such a dark and cold night.

Old Hu et al. have been completely foolish, and they did speculate that cloud dance might be more powerful than she showed.

But no one had the guts to speculate that she had reached the seventh peak at her age!

This time, they may be saved!

Cloud dance looks at the snowwolves rolling on the ground, not as optimistic as the old beard they are.

Indeed, the wounds of the Snowwolf heal rapidly at visible speeds.

It was only at this time that the cloud dance realized that no wonder it, as a fifth order warcraft, would wait for a moment to attack humankind, with patience near this camp.

It seems to be very helpful to eat a human being.

After the wound healed, the thoroughly exasperated Snowdemon Wolf burst into the cloud dance for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, only a string of white shadows can be seen swiftly in front of the cloud dance. No one can tell which white shadow is the real Snow Wolf.

And as the white shadow surrounded the cloud dance, the cloud dance itself noticed something.

The temperature around her is dropping fast!

Not too long ago, the cloud-dancing hair and eyebrows formed a thin layer of ice cream.

If we continue like this, soon her blood will freeze, her hands and feet will be stiff, and she will become an ice sculpture just like the heights!

Damn it!

Dragon poured evil a pair of powerful black eyes to death shrinking cloud dance surrounded by white shadows, compared to the seemingly calm cloud dance, his heart at this moment, held by an invisible hand, raised high.