Demon Sword God

Just as the tent of the Tiandao Mercenary Group was lively, the atmosphere in the tent of the Fengyun Mercenary Group on the other side of the camp suddenly felt awkward.

At this time, there were only two people in the tent. The pale and weak eldest grandson Zhilei hugged the quilt with a dark face and refused to leave the bed, while Ai Wen, who took off his cloak and revealed a handsome face with dark blue short hair, looked at his elder grandson in a bewildered expression. Zhilei asked anxiously.

"Zhi Lei, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine..." Eldest Sun Zhilei, who was always tough at ordinary times, obviously softened at this moment.

"It's all right! Where did you get hurt? Did you get hurt in the morning with the Condors?" Ai Wen clearly remembered that when Sun Zhilei went out with everyone in the morning, the cloak was accidentally lifted by the wind. The face was exposed in front of many mercenary groups, so a fourth-level head of the vulture mercenary group came over to strike up a conversation.

Of course, Aiwen couldn't bear it, and after a few words, the two started fighting. As a result, their leader couldn't beat Aiwen, so he called the elites in the group to rush forward. No matter how strong Aiwen was, he was just a swordsman entering the sixth rank , How could it withstand the siege of so many people, so in order to save Ai Wen, Zhang Sun Zhilei and other members of the regiment also took action. A 10-minute melee finally ended under the mandatory discipline control of the Templars.

In the afternoon, everyone went to investigate separately, and Ai Wen, who came back the first, suddenly found that the eldest grandson Zhilei, who stayed behind in the tent, had a strange expression on her face!and!Not only was the temperature frighteningly low in the entire tent, but there was also a faint smell of blood!A bad premonition suddenly made Ivan flustered.

"Where are you hurt, Zhilei!" Just as Ai Wen was about to step forward, Changsun Zhilei suddenly pulled out the sword beside her and pointed at Ai Wen who was about to come over.

"Don't come here!" The pale face and pretentious tone made Ivan feel distressed for a moment.

Seeing Aiwen's expression gradually turning from anxious to distressed, Changsun Zhilei had the urge to crash into the wall to death at this moment!

She doesn't know if she has anything to do!No big deal at all!It's just who would have thought that at this critical juncture, it would be the menstrual period that every woman will have every month!Moreover, this menstrual period has been advanced by a full five days due to the fatigue of the previous few days!Nima!The worst thing is!Everything you have planned for your trip!I even missed the most important daily necessities of every woman, sanitary napkins!

What's even more tragic is that due to the exhaustion of the past few days and the large temperature difference between day and night in the desert, now Changsun Zhilei's entire abdomen hurts to death!Damn this fucking dysmenorrhea!

Of course the eldest grandson Zhilei won't get up from the bed!Do you want Ivan to see the pool of red on the bed!Do not kill them!All she has to do now is wait!When Lisa, the only female in the Fengyun Mercenary Group, came back and rescued herself gloriously, but who would have thought that Lisa, who was the first to come back every time she went out to inquire about news, hadn't come back this time!Instead, Aiwen, the brown candy that can't be shaken off, was the first to come back.

At this moment, eldest grandson Zhilei had the urge to cut the man in front of him into several pieces with one sword.

"Zhilei..." Ai Wen took a few steps forward.

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will show you to death!" Changsun Zhilei suddenly put the sword on her neck.

"Don't! Don't——Zhilei, don't be impulsive! I'll just retreat...I'll just retreat..." Seeing the actions of eldest grandson Zhilei, Ai Wen became nervous for a moment, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.