The big characters on the city gate are shining brightly.
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, bah, bah!
A dozen refugees were wrapped like rice dumplings, one after another. Leaving winding traces in the sand.
Cheng Yan was like a tracker, she was going to be exhausted.
The strange dragging sound came from far to near, and occasionally there were a few vague muffled sounds.
The refugees outside the city were 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 trying to attack them.
The rest are all extended to the ground, and the leaf ends are curled and bulged into bags.
The grass is so green that it shines!
"Demon!"
"A demon is coming!"
The refugees screamed in fear and wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.
Cheng Yan ignored them, rolled up the blade and threw it hard.
Whoosh whoosh!
A dozen refugees fell from the sky and were thrown to the bottom of the city gate with great 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 Yan's control.
The strength still needs to be improved.
Cheng Yan 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! Kai! City!
I was struck by these three big characters.
This city, I don’t know about anything else, is very lacking in humanistic spirit.
So many refugees, aren’t they just ants?
Just watch them fend for themselves?
There are so many high-level demon control masters in the city, and just a protective array or spiritual weapon is enough to keep the refugees alive.
She had lived in the ruins for a while, and it was clear that the refugees' biggest pursuit every day was just to stay alive.
Is it difficult to live?
Disaster!
This world seems to be like this, the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive.
Why does the Demon Master want to 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 might be holding back some big move.
I saw that all its slender leaves were standing straight up toward the sky.
They were even more frightened.
The grass demon is on the move!
They're going to piss themselves.
Why?
The grass demon dived into the sandstorm without looking back.
The little girl said timidly: "It doesn't seem to have any malicious intent!"
"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 the demon 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.
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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 couldn't be so indifferent and watch the passing of life without being indifferent.
She's not trying to be a hero, she's just doing what she can.
Only mind An'er.
As for the things that save the world, leave it to the real heroes.
For example, the young man in front of him was fighting a sand monster.
The young man has black hair and is dressed in snow, holding a long sword in his hand! With a sharp movement, he slashed out with his sword, causing the sand monster to collapse into the 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 dispersed and gathered together.
They gathered and dispersed again and again, and killed again and again.
Cheng Yan was very excited at the beginning, but then he looked tired and his eyes gradually turned into saury.
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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! Come straight ahead!
Come straight?
Oops, got caught.
Cheng Yuan ran away.
I bet this young man had enough energy to discover her early, and he was afraid that she would launch a sneak attack in secret, and a snipe-clam fight would come to the fishermen's advantage?
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 white snow wolf with a strong body and well-developed limbs. There was a particularly conspicuous tuft of silver-gray hair on the top of its head.
Snow Wolf Demon, the legendary lord of the ice field.
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've got the wrong person!
The young man over there had already killed the sand monster with one sword and was running after him.
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?
Why? What about the grass it caught?
The snow wolf demon pulled the man down unbelievingly.
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 had just put it away in a hurry, and her clothes were not fully dressed yet.
After cleaning up, Cheng Yan finally wrapped himself up tightly.
The Snow Wolf Demon is not interested in this skinny, dark-haired person.
"Humph", he left her and ran back.
"Who are you?" The young man walked up to her.
Just when Cheng Yian was about 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.
juvenile:"……"
Turn to look at the wolf.
The Snow Wolf Demon raised its claws: "..." It's not a wolf, there is no wolf!
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The raging sandstorm has long since stopped, and the sky is extremely clear, with some luxurious blue.
The peaceful ruins make people think that 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.
Someone once asked, with so many refugees in the ruins, why has 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;
A few refugees were in a daze, numb. Surrounded by them were several mutilated corpses, victims who were dying in silence.
Wind, hot and dry. There was 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, looking for victims more eagerly 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 eagle's body sank into the sand, leaving only two feet outside, twitching.
Meeting Cheng Yuan's gaze, the Snow Wolf Demon silently 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 was a broken house in the ruins, with only half of the roof, and the shadow cast by it just covered her.
On the other side, a young man sat cross-legged in the sand with his eyes closed.
The sun was shining brightly, and there was not a trace of sweat on his forehead. His whole body felt 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.
Okay, first impression is pretty good.
Of course, she was talking to the boy, but the boy frowned at her, his eyes full of caution.
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 smiled appropriately.
"Isn't my temperament obvious to you?"
ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃelegant)
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.
This temperament is too obvious!
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