Fairy Desire

With two swish swishes, Meng Xiang simply and neatly killed the two yellow-haired wolves who were not particularly seriously injured.They had only one wound on their bodies, and his second cut landed on the wound left by the first cut exactly.

Meng Xiang shook his head, a look of annoyance appeared on his face: How could clay sculptures be so cunning?It was indeed beyond his expectation.

Before the two yellow-haired wolves were beheaded by him, he threw the dying yellow-haired wolf out in the direction where the clay sculptures were placed.Naturally, they didn't want to smash them, but to wake them up.

Meng Xiang made a remedy. After killing the two yellow-haired wolves, he immediately swung his knife at the dying yellow-haired wolf. He had already calculated the angle and strength, so that he could not only kill it, but also attack it. Let it not fall on those clay sculptures.

The dying yellow-haired wolf acted extremely decisively. When Meng Xiang's knife glow hit its body, it exploded, and the powerful shock wave almost swept away all the clay sculptures.

Seeing the familiar yellow light in front of his eyes, Meng Xiang's eyes turned cold, and the long knife in his hand disappeared.Immediately after that, a huge invisible snowmaking machine seemed to appear in front of him. Countless palm-sized snowflakes gushed out, flew towards the direction where the clay sculpture was in his memory, and spread rapidly, covering the surrounding area in an instant. Hundreds of feet.

Thanks to preparations, the yellow light only slightly affected Meng Xiang's vision when it appeared.Soon, he could completely ignore its existence, and he saw a shocking scene through it: the clay sculptures came to life in the flashing yellow light.

The clay sculptures that were resurrected first did not attack him, but touched the clay sculptures that had not changed. Obviously, they wanted to resurrect all the clay sculptures, and then launched a fierce attack on him together.

"Dream!" Meng Xiang opened his mouth and spewed out a dazzling white light, which shot directly into the ground in front of him, and disappeared without a trace.In the next instant, countless streaks of white light burst forth vigorously from the places where the clay sculptures were placed, turning into streaks of sharp saber aura, rampaging and raging wildly.

Meng Xiang raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the ground, green light flickered under the sole of his foot, and the emerald green light continuously sank into the ground.In the blink of an eye, vines broke through the ground, swimming like spirit snakes, entangled the revived clay sculptures, and strangled the unresurrected clay sculptures.

After about 1 minute, the snowflakes disappeared, the knife energy disappeared, and the vines also disappeared.If it weren't for the criss-crossing ravines on the ground and the clay sculpture fragments everywhere, it would be as if they never existed.

Meng Xiang is like a skilled ice dancer, sliding quickly on the ground, like a petrel in Lingbo, unrestrained and light, and the knife in his hand is like the wings of a petrel flying over the water from time to time, light and Elegant and full of beauty.

But those resurrected clay sculptures who survived definitely don't think so.In their eyes, he is a dancing god of death, wreaking havoc among them, and the long knife in his hand is the chain of ecstasy, as long as he is touched by it, he will die, and there will be no escape.

Those revived clay sculptures attacked Meng Xiang frantically, even if they were killed by him in the next moment, they didn't care, they only hoped to cause some harm to him.At this time, Meng Xiang was like catkins fluttering in the wind, or butterflies flying among flowers, no matter how hard they tried, they still got nothing.

Three minutes later, Meng Xiang ended his performance with a sudden stop that matched him very well. The horizontal knife stood upright, as if he had never moved.And those clay sculptures who had been in contact with him fell to the ground almost at the same time, restored to the original clay sculptures, and then shattered into countless small pieces.

After about ten seconds, Meng Xiang put down the horizontal long knife, and walked forward stepping on the clay sculpture fragments. With every step, there was a crackling sound under his feet.

Meng Xiang quickly walked to the center of the area covered with clay sculpture fragments.Suddenly he raised his head and looked into the distance with deep and sharp eyes.Immediately afterwards, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his right leg slowly lifted up, and then fell down lightly, with a light pop sound, stepping two inches into the ground.

At the same time, a heavy energy spread around him centered on him.Wherever it passed, it was like wheat grains being crushed by a millstone, and all the clay sculpture fragments on the ground were turned into powder.

Meng Xiang looked around and found that there was no piece of clay sculpture left. He nodded in satisfaction and continued to move forward.

Just as he stepped out of the area where the clay sculptures were originally placed, he stopped and stared fixedly not far in front of him.In the next moment, the thin old man who had gone away suddenly appeared three feet in front of him, as if emerging from the ground.

The thin old man saw Meng Xiang who was looking at him fixedly, and was slightly stunned for a moment. Then he saw the empty ground behind Meng Xiang, his pupils immediately shrank to the size of a pinprick, and his body trembled even more violently.

After about five seconds, the thin old man spoke: "Young man, where are my gadgets?"

"I dealt with it."

"Dispose of?"

"That's right. I got rid of them for the old man, so that they don't get in the way again. I just don't know if I'm doing what the old man wants?"

"Yes, why not? It's perfect!" The veins on the skinny old man's forehead throbbed.

"Since the old man is satisfied, I'm relieved. As for the thanks, there's no need, it's just a little effort." Meng Xiang smiled, really like a good person who does good deeds without expecting anything in return.

Seeing that the thin old man didn't speak, Meng Xiang smiled slightly: "Old man, I still have to hurry. I'll take my leave now. There will be a period later." Saying that, he was going to walk around the old man.

"Slow down!" The skinny old man stretched out his hand to stop Meng Xiang.

"Oh? Mister, do you have anything else to say?" Meng Xiang stopped in his tracks and looked into the eyes of the thin old man.

"Young man, you are the most helpful old man I have ever met. I wonder if you could do me a favor for this useless old man?"

"You're welcome. Old man, just say whatever you want, and I will do my best to help as much as I can."

"Haha..." The skinny old man showed his white teeth with a smile, "Young man, you are so kind. Since you are so easy to deal with my gadgets, then I won't bother you. This You can help me deal with the little things too." He took out a half-foot-tall clay figurine from his arms and threw it on the ground.

With a flash of yellow light, the little clay figurine came back to life. He was a young man in his early twenties. He was slender but not thin. His muscles were like cast iron, strong, straight and full of masculinity.

Meng Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous light in his eyes, looked at the old man, and said slowly: "Can I take this as your provocation to me?"

"Provocation? Young man, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? I just asked you to help me deal with a gadget. How did you get involved with provocation?"

"Oh, that's right." Meng Xiang nodded, "Damn old bastard, the soil has covered the top of his head, and he is still running around? He is really a dishonest old thing! Old and not dead is a thief! This sentence makes sense That's right. But the old thing doesn't have any meat in his body, so don't be afraid to wander around, as wolves don't want to eat it if they die, so they might lose their teeth."

The thin old man froze for a moment, and said, "Young man, you... why are you swearing?"

"Swearing? Old man, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Meng Xiang looked at the old man with a blank expression, exactly the same as the thin old man asked him before.

"Young man, it seems that I misunderstood. But you should help me get rid of this insignificant gadget." The thin old man showed a smirk, and stepped back while talking.

Just as Meng Xiang was going to chase him, the young man who had transformed into a clay figurine blocked his way.Looking at himself like in the mirror, his heart was filled with murderous intent, and he must kill that damned old guy.

With a flick of the long knife, he diverted the eyes of the clay figurine into himself, and the blade turned and cut towards his arm.In the next moment, a strange scene appeared for Meng Xiang: instead of dodging his blade, the clay figurine greeted it with his arm, and slammed his whole body against the blade, as if he was about to commit suicide.

As long as Meng Xiang stabbed forward with the tip of the knife, he could easily kill that clay figurine.But for some reason, instead of feeling the thrill of killing the enemy, he felt a creepy feeling instead.Almost subconsciously, he redirected the blade, and the move saved him.

Meng Xiang looked at the deep wound on the clay figurine's arm, and then at the same wound on his arm at the same position. His heart was pounding: If he had pierced the clay figurine's chest just now, wouldn't it be Isn't there a big hole in his chest?

Meng Xiang pressed his knife and looked at the thin old man standing far away. Just as he was about to question him, the clay figurine moved, opened his arms, and slammed into the long knife in his hand. He could only dodge hastily.

The clay figurine moved unexpectedly swiftly, entangled him like a maggot attached to the bone, and slammed into the long knife in his hand persistently.He was busy for a long time before he found time to question the skinny old man: "Old guy, what kind of magic did you use on me?"

"Young man, don't talk nonsense. I'm just an old man who makes clay figurines. How could I know any magic tricks?" A trace of deep disappointment flashed in the skinny old man's eyes: I was still too impatient, otherwise The damned guy might already be a corpse.

Meng Xiang swayed from side to side a few times, successfully tricked the clay figurine with a feint, and rushed towards the thin old man.The thin old man's expression tightened, a pale yellow halo appeared under his feet, and he sank into the ground at once, disappearing in a flash.

Meng Xiang angrily slashed at the place where the thin old man disappeared, leaving a deep knife mark on the ground, which went deep into the ground, but it didn't hurt a single hair on him.

The clay figurine had rushed over from behind him and slammed into him fiercely, so he had no choice but to deal with him again.It didn't take too long, and he felt very tired. The clay figurine was really more difficult than any enemy he had encountered before. He was like a shadow, clinging to him tightly, and he couldn't even shake it off. And he always Be extra careful.

Suddenly Meng Xiang tripped and staggered.The clay figurine rushed forward and hugged the blade of the long knife in his hand. If he hugged it tightly, the sharpness of the long knife could definitely cut him open in an instant.

With a flash of the knife, Meng Xiang, relying on his excellent control over the long knife, handed the long knife from his right hand to his left in an instant, but the blade still opened a half-foot-long gash on the clay figurine's chest.

Meng Xiang glanced at the bloody wound on his chest, and then at the thin old man standing far away with a regretful expression on his face. He knew that it was that damned old guy who messed up again this time.

"Hmph! Old man, do you really think I have nothing to do with you?" Suddenly, murderous intent filled Meng Xiang's chest.