Chapter 5 Nianting Fox Girl

The daughter of the dead butterfly woke up in a daze. After seeing the few people in front of her, her expression changed greatly. What just happened? When I absorbed the power of the warcraft in the black demon tail of the fox, it seemed that something invaded my body, and then I was unconscious...

"Ah!" Seeing that a person's face was only a few inches away from the tip of his nose, the daughter of the dead butterfly screamed in horror, instinctively flew out of her hand and shot quickly.

Without a sound, Fang Xin raised his hand and a blue water ball appeared in front of him. After all the needles quietly sank into the water, they lost all their strength and fell to the ground one after another.

The daughter of the dead butterfly's face changed greatly, knowing that she was not the opponent in front of her. She looked around in a panic, as if she was looking for something. When she saw the standing tree lin in the corner of the room opposite Bazhen, her eyes lit up.

Fang Xin snorted coldly and effortlessly grabbed the neck of the dead butterfly's daughter and raised it. The thunderball in his left hand slowly formed, forcing the woman to blow a broken smooth face.

"Don't resist, don't try to resist. Otherwise, I will kill you in the first place." Fang Xin said coldly, "It seems that as long as I kill you, that monster will be stupid, right?" Fang Xin looked at the tree linden who had just rushed over and stopped walking, knowing that his intimidation had worked.

The daughter of the dead butterfly looked pale and suddenly said blankly, "How did the organization know my secret? How did you find this forbidden place? This is the laboratory where my grandfather, the watch gate, is enshrined, even if it was given to Grandpa by the supreme leader of the organization. Ordinary people don't dare to enter this place at all.

"Organization?" Fang Xin was stunned. Soon he came to his senses, and it turned out that the daughter of the dead butterfly regarded herself as a dark hunter. She thought that the Dark Hunters had spy on her secret.

"Is your grandfather a worship in the organization?" Fang Xin was slightly surprised to hear this information, but more excited. Looking at what the daughter of the dead butterfly did, it seems that there is any secret hidden from the dark hunter in this organization.

The daughter of the dead butterfly fell into Fang Xin's hands and was disheartened. She thought to herself, "Grandpa peeled off the tree lin in the cyan demon tail of the fox and implanted it into his body last time. It was originally contrary to what the organization did, and it was completely stubborn to the plea of his granddaughter. But I was too greedy. I wanted to take all the parasitic monsters in the tails of the fox hidden from the fetus. I didn't want to be discovered by the organization. Now not only myself, but also my grandfather, and even my people... I'm afraid it's dangerous!"

However, when she heard Fang Xin's words, the daughter of the dead butterfly was suspicious: "How can you not know? Sad priest! The organization sent you here. You don't know that this is the laboratory worshipped by Agli, right?!"

When Fang Xin heard this, his mind changed and he already had an idea. He felt that the woman in front of him... seemed to be a good "use".

"Why did you insist that I was sent by the organization? I didn't say anything." Fang Xin had a mysterious smile on his face, squatted down gently, gently held up the rich chin of the dead butterfly's daughter in his right hand, and praised, "What a beauty!"

didn't care that Bazhen was on one side. She put her left hand into the corset of the daughter of the dead butterfly and held the plump snow milk inside.

Fang Xin's frivolous and lustful behavior made the daughter of the dead butterfly a little flustered at first, but soon her eyes showed a touch of joy. This boy is lustful... That's easy to do...

"Didn't you send it from the organization? Then why did you come here?" The daughter of the dead butterfly smiled charmingly, but put Fang Xin's hand deeper into her arms.

"I'll tell you the truth. I'm not a sad priest either. I have spiritual beasts before I join the organization. Fang Xin glanced at the eight treasures floating next to him: "Just now, it was this spirit beast in my body, and I felt the unusual here."

The daughter of the dead butterfly was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then understood what was going on. It must be made by the monster in the black devil's tail in the body of the fox. Grandpa seems to have said that this monster naturally likes to devour weak spirit beasts, so it will constantly release some spiritual fluctuations to attract the surrounding spirit beasts..."

The daughter of the dead butterfly regrets not falling. If it hadn't been for her greedy ability of the warcraft in the black demon tail, how could the things in the black demon tail have the opportunity to seduce the surrounding spirit beasts...

"Since you are not sent by the organization. Are you afraid that the organization will kill you if you have the courage to break into the forbidden place? The daughter of the dead butterfly suddenly became a little bold and asked Fang Xin.

Fang Xin laughed dumbly: "Do you think I'm afraid of organization like this? Besides, you fell into my hands and think you still have the ability to tell the organization?

"Stupid woman! If I hadn't seen you beautiful, I would have killed you just now!" Fang Xin pinched the dead butterfly's daughter again*.

Fang Xin wrote a few words lightly, and the last struggle of the dead butterfly's daughter melted. However, Fang Xin's desire for her body made new hope burn in the heart of the fox girl.

"What is the body? Don't we foxes rely on our bodies to conquer men?

Fox women are charming and natural, and *** in the Huangquan world is famous. Although the daughter of the dead butterfly is very noble in the fox clan, she is still a fox woman in her bones.

"I didn't expect that there was another disobedient person in the organization." The daughter of the dead butterfly was originally just covering her beautiful body with a dress, so she simply slipped her clothes off her shoulder and her hot body close to Fang Xin: "How about we make a deal?"

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Fang was overjoyed, and his face was still intoxicated. He smelled the fragrant hair of the daughter of the dead butterfly: "What kind of conditions? Only if it moves me."

"Of course, you can't report me to the organization. This forbidden land is an absolute taboo! It's no good for you to report me. If you don't say what happened today..." The daughter of the dead butterfly dragged into a tone, her eyes were like silk, and her tongue licked the nose of the letter below: "... I'm yours. Moreover, you will gain the friendship of our fox clan. You can also get some benefits from my grandfather Aguli.

"May I ask what the hell is your grandfather Aguri..." Fang Xin muttered and looked at the daughter of the dead butterfly.

"Why don't you know the name Aguri? My grandfather is one of the four worships of the Dark Hunter and the most outstanding figure of the Nianting Fox clan in the Somali Plain. His powerful colonization and space skills have reached level E. The Dark Hunter Organization is also because of my grandfather that we let the Nianting Fox clan join the organization.

The daughter of the dead butterfly was obviously surprised that Fang Xin did not know her grandfather's name.

"It turns out that the whole Nianting fox clan has joined the dark hunter..." Fang Xin was shocked. It was the first time he heard that the whole group had joined the Dark Hunter.

Then Fang Xin immediately captured the message that moved him from the words of the daughter of the dead butterfly: "Wait. Do you think your grandfather is an E-level colonist?

"Add a space engineer!" The daughter of the dead butterfly added that her voice was full of pride. It can be seen that this boy is moved by his condition.

"The colonist is still E-level." Fang recalled his confidence and made a small calculation. Bazhen once mentioned to him that due to several previous colonization techniques, although his physical transformation was successful, he could not adapt to the progress of more and more powerful spiritual power. If you reach level D, you must need a stronger body to carry it. Ha ha, the grandfather of the daughter of the dead butterfly is actually an E-level colonist. It's really hard to break through the iron shoes and have no place to find!

"Okay, I agree to your terms." Fang Xin lowered his head, kissed the dead butterfly's daughter fiercely, and headed for the more secret grass with his hands.

In fact, although he is not a decent man, he is not so lustful that he wants to go to see a beautiful woman. The daughter of the dead butterfly has an extremely strong fox smell. Although it is covered with perfume, it can still be smelled. Fang Xin did this in a good way, but he just wanted the daughter of the dead butterfly to relax.

Women have always habitually treat men who submit to their pomegranate skirts as fools!

The daughter of the dead butterfly's charming eyes were like silk, aiming at the man who was lowering her head and gnawing her chest, and her eyes gradually filled with murder. However, she glanced at Bazhen, who was standing aside and watching with interest. The powerful spiritual body made her give up all her thoughts. It seems dangerous to kill this teenager now. Let's find a chance in the future...

After pretending to be a frivolous daughter of the dead butterfly, Fang Xin finally learned some secrets that shocked him from her!

It turned out that the whole watch gate was built in a large melting crystal vein. Every inch of space opened up here has been carefully calculated and does not contain melting crystal ore. Among them, the dark hunter not only found the melting sun crystal here, but also the fox sealed in the melting sun crystal.

For some reason, this warcraft with the power of swallowing heaven and earth in ancient times was sealed by a mysterious sealing array, and the man took the infinite power of the local melting sun crystal to pour into the seal array, so that the seal array has infinite power sources to drive. And this vein is dozens of kilometers deep, and the power of melting crystals is almost unlimited, so for thousands of years, the fox has not been able to escape from the seal.

In the past, the Dark Hunter Organization unfortunately found this vein in the Michigan tribe. If it was a treasure, it was protected as one of the biggest secrets in the organization. Aguli was specially recruited by the dark hunter organization to study the fetal hidden fox and its sealing array.

"How many years has your grandfather studied here?" Fang Xin held his chin in his hand and stared at the ancient giant fox suspended in the air and surrounded by countless melting sun crystal forces.

Countless light spots, like the display band of sophisticated electronic instruments, keep changing, which is strange. A wave of melting crystal power is automatically attracted by light spots from the stone, surrounded by the fox.

"It seems to be almost 200 years old!" The daughter of the dead butterfly frowned and said, "This seal array is very puzzling and constantly changing. My grandfather is known as a genius among colonists and space masters, and he has only slightly understood the fur of this sealed array for 200 years. It just unsealed one of the tails.

"Is that your tree grove?"

"Yes. It has been stripped of all its mind by my grandfather and completely obeyed my orders. The daughter of the dead butterfly is quite proud of the tree grove. She, who is used for the tree ridge, has not yet exerted the powerful two-layer power of Warcraft with plant spiritual power, otherwise she would not have been threatened by Fang Xin just now.

"...it must be very unwilling!" A sigh came from Fang Xin.

Bazhen looked at the fox with a slightly regretful look on her face. Although the spirit beast has hated warcraft since ancient times, Bazhen is a little sad to see that the arrogant fox in the past has become like this.

"I told you so much. So, can you tell me who you are? Why do you know me?" The daughter of the dead butterfly stared into Fang Xin's eyes and said quietly.

This bold teenager wears a dark monk's robe and has a powerful spirit beast, but does not admit that he is a sad priest. In the eyes of the daughter of the dead butterfly, Fang Xin was foggy.

"I am Fang Xin, one of the preparatory dark monks recommended by the Cayman Territory." Fang Xin shrugged his shoulders and looked at the daughter of the dead butterfly and smiled.

The daughter of the dead butterfly grew up in surprise. How can this be... Just preparing for the dark monks, etc., doesn't he have to compete with himself for one of the four places...

"As for why I have a powerful spirit beast, hehe, this is my secret."

"Well, now you also have a secret of mine. We are tied, my dear daughter of the dead butterfly." Fang Xin picked up the fox girl's smooth jaw and blew a teasing breath.

"My name is Nana!" The daughter of the dead butterfly frowned and said depressedly. It can be seen that she was very unhappy when she lost to a reserve dark monk of the same level.

The white fog in the morning is flowing in the grass. Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of rustling footsteps in the field of more than one person's height.

More than a dozen dark hunters, two in a group, carried seven or eight coffin-like things running in the grass.

If you look closer, you will find that the coffin is all made of crystal, and countless light golden lines and symbols faintly appear outside, and a cold air emanates from the crystal.

The leading dark hunter seems to be a native thinker. His feet hardly move, but he is inserted in the soil. No matter how fast the dark hunter around him runs, this thinker will never fall behind.

The Michigan tribe is far away, and the tribal houses hidden in it have been seen through the dense forest.

A group of dark hunters slowly walked down and slowly walked along the river to the forest at the other end of the river. Several barbarian tribal warriors are guarding there.

The barbarian teenager Omega was the leader of several people. As soon as he saw the dark hunter coming, he quickly opened the wooden fence at the bridge and respectfully led the group in.

A simple puppet came out of the grass that the dark hunter had just passed. The little man was only strung with a few simple pieces of wood and silk threads, but a small crystal was strangely installed in his eyes. It clumsily shook its body and climbed onto the tip of the grass, with its eyes facing the wooden sentry on the other side of the river, with a clear view of the situation on the other side.

After observing for a while, the little wooden man climbed down the grass stem. It was very alert, crawling into the grass.

A few hundred meters away is a small hill not far from the Michigan tribe. At the foot of the mountain, three people are sitting in the shadow of hidden trees, staring at the crystal ball in the hands of one of them.

"This is the message from the puppet eyeliner I arranged. The prey we followed went into the forest on the other side of the river.

The speaker wore a white bamboo hat with a beautiful face, and the most eye-catching thing was that his eyebrows were like white snow. The young man held a crystal ball in his hand, and the scene of the forest where the dark hunter had just disappeared came from.

Next to the white-browed youth, there are two middle-aged men and old men with red hair.

"Damn, what are you waiting for? We are now breaking in and killing these bastards. The old man has been holding back for months!" The red-haired old man twisted his neck, blushed at the equator, and threw the hat on his head to the ground fiercely.

"Nanxuan, why are you still impatient when you have tracked here? Don't forget our responsibilities. The more we get to the last minute, the more cautious we have to act!" The red-haired middle-aged man patted the old man on the shoulder and reminded him.

"Oriental, you..." The red-haired old man frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, and then saw the middle-aged man's face full of dust, with a solemn face, as if he remembered something. He lowered his head: "...then wait!"

"We can go to that tribe for one night and make plans when we hear something!" The white-browed young man said warmly.

"Zikui, just do as you say!" The red-haired middle-aged man nodded and agreed with the words of the white-browed young man.

These three people turned out to be Dongfang, Nanxuan and the Huangquan hunter Zikui that Fang Xin met in the tomb of bone elves!

It turned out that after Dongfang and Nanxuan left the Cayman Territory, they followed the guidance of the night god dance to go to the tomb of bone elves and ask Zikui for help. After paying Zikui a large number of gold coins, Zikui promised two white night people with deep blood feuds for the face of the night god dance. At the same time, the original seal of the heart found by Dongfang and Nanxuan originally belonged to Huangquan hunters, which had something to do with them.

But there are no clues in the places where the people of Dongfang and Nanxuan were killed. However, they found a very serious problem, that is, all the bodies of the dead white night people disappeared!

Zikui found some available information by exchanging information with other Huangquan hunters. One of them is in the eastern Somali Plain. The white night psionic puppets once appeared, and the people who control these puppets are dark hunters!

After months of investigation, the East finally caught up with the dark hunter when a dark hunter controlled the white night man's psionic puppet to slaughter the pig clan. This tracking tracked down the Michigan tribe in the northernmost part of the Huayu Plain.

In the morning, the Michigan tribe, a team of carriages pulling in and out of wood blocked the widest road. At the gate of the originally undefened tribe, several barbarian soldiers stood abnormally. The maces and sharp knives in their hands shone in the meager morning light and were wary of checking the identity of the people entering and leaving. Therefore, although the surroundings are crowded and noisy, the merchants go in and out in an orderly manner.

The red hair and human appearance of the white night people are extremely eye-catching, so all three of them, including Zikui, applied the strange medicine brought by the old man Nanxuan. Their skin turned into asphalt, and there was a layer of thin moss on their bodies, which completely became the Mulyu people in the north of the Huangquan boundary near the Fallen Sun Swamp.

They turned out from behind the trees. Just as they were about to walk towards the Michigan tribe, Zikui frowned.

Dongfang also quickly realized that something was wrong, and he got up and was alert around him.

The old man Nanxuan looked at the posture of the two and quickly released the ice blade warrior in Nataya's ring.

A few finger-sized puppet mice fell from Zikui's huge cuffs. As soon as the mouse got out of his hand, it immediately jumped around the space.

The place they rushed over was just empty air, and then the puppet mouse jumped somewhere in the air, causing a violent explosion.

After a fluffy white smoke, wood chips and machine parts were scattered on the ground.

The cyan seeds are smaller than rice grains, and dense grains emerge from the air. Each seed blooms with a pale green spiritual power.

Countless seeds floated in the air, surrounding the three people in the East.

Zikui took off the hat on his head and threw it lightly around. After a burst of explosion, the hat has turned into a pile of debris. He showed off slightly: "Is it the person from the 'Yaoshi' group? Why did you stop us from going?"

From the surrounding seeds, Zikui remembered a strange guy among the Huangquan hunters.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him began to distort. Several faint figures emerged from the air little by little.

"The people in our group are here to complete the task. You'd better not enter this tribe."

A pink girl with a gourd on her back and two goats' braids on her head, her eyes flashed and stared at Zikui Youyouyou.

From her gourd, seeds kept leaning out and floating around, and then slowly disappeared into the surrounding air.

Two identical twin fat men looked at the crowd with a smile, and the young man with a red turban and a fierce face, and an old man who hesitated to walk, formed a circle and surrounded several people in the east in the center.

They don't know why Zikui appeared here, but at this moment, the Michigan tribe has been turbulent and can't tolerate others to come and continue to stir up the muddy water.

Dong and Nanxuan have known the identity of the comer - Huangquan Hunter. They just wonder how these people treat Zikui, and they don't treat their companions at all!

"Is your group completing the task?" Zikui's heart moved and remembered what Ye Shenwu said to him. The Yaoshi group seems to be investigating the destruction of the seal in the human world, and even the empty hiding of the red group has been borrowed by Yaoshi.

"Investigating the matter of the White Night People actually bumped into the 'Yaoshi Group'..." Zi Kui was depressed.

The relationship between Huangquan hunters is not as good as those of Dongfang and other outsiders think. There are several strange rules that make the relationship between their groups not so harmonious, and even when they fight with each other for some things.

"We won't interfere with your mission, I promise you." Zikui thought for a moment. Then he pointed to the old man Dongfang and Nanxuan and introduced to the Yaoshi group, "My two friends just came here because of some trivial matters."

Trivia? I clearly saw you following the dark hunters here. The young man with a red turban's face sank, and a layer of water rippled in his hand, which obviously had the spiritual power of the water system.

"You lie, I won't let you go!"

In the goat group to which Zikui belongs, although Zikui is not very spiritually powerful, he has given him special skills, which makes him extremely difficult to give birth in the eyes of other Huangquan hunters. Although the red scarf young man speaks arrogantly, he has been on guard against Zikui in private.

Zikui looked at the expressions of the members of the Yaoshi group surrounding him and saw that none of them had the intention of letting themselves go to the tribe. The expressions on their faces gradually converged, and a layer of fog blindfolded their eyes.

All kinds of strange puppets kept falling down from his wide cuffs. As soon as the puppet came out, they dispersed everywhere, and under the earth, a thick stone arm broke out of the ground... If Fang Xin was here at this moment and observed it with shadows, he would find that the air had been surrounded by Zikui and arranged The spider-like dense spiritual silk thread, all the silk threads are connected under various puppets and the earth...

"What a persistence!" The girl with goat braids seemed to be the leader of the Yaoshi group and waved her hand oldly: "We don't want to fight with you yet. If you really want to fight, you must not be our opponent. However, this task was arranged by Lord Dark Lord, and you should know the serious consequences of interfering other team members from completing the task!"

"We don't know the purpose of your coming. However, Zikui, I advise you that you'd better stay in the tribe and don't show up. Otherwise, you will be involved in the whole goat group! At that time, if the Lord of Darkness comes down..."

Zikui showed a calm smile on her face and interrupted the goat-moed girl's next threat: "I'm not a newcomer, how can I not know the consequences? Since Lingwa has warned, how dare I interfere with your task casually? As long as we are in the tribe for a day, we will be quiet, hehe.

Zi Kui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He just showed his hand and just wanted Yao Shi to see his determination. When there is a real fight, it is really like what Lingwa said, they and others will definitely lose.

"Hmm." The young man in the red scarf didn't expect that the Lingwa girl would let go and snorted coldly, but didn't say anything. In this mission, Lingwa women temporarily became their head. The leader said something, and the other team members could only bury it in their hearts even if they complained.

"S greetings to Vice President Yao Shi for me!" Zikui quickly put away the puppets around him and bowed to the girl when he approached Lingwa.

This Yaoshi group has a great reputation in the Huangquan Hunter Group. Because their captain is Yao Shi, the vice president of Huangquan Hunter. The name Yaoshi represents the glory of the whole group. In the Huangquan Hunter Group, this is the only case. Zi Kui only dared to be presumptuous when he saw that Yao Shi was not here.

"Don't be pretentious!" Lingwa waved her hand and said, "I'll remind you. Don't interfere with our task, or we will bear the consequences!"

Zikui smiled faintly and said nothing more. He turned to a carriage coming out of the Michigan tribe.

The old man Dongfang and Nanxuan followed Zikui closely. When the East passed by the young man with a red scarf, a force suddenly exploded in his eyes, shooting out a burst of fine light. The latter was stimulated by this provocative move, but was knocked on the shoulder by the old man behind him with a smoke gun, and then the water spirit in his hand slowly dissipated.

Looking at the back of Zikui and others walking towards the gate of the tribe, the young man with a red headscarf clenched his fists and bones.

"Lingwa girl, why let them in? What if it affects what is going on hidden in the void? The red scarf young man looked at Lingwa angrily.

"Let them go." Lingwa looked up and glanced at the young man indifferently: "Don't you know that the old monster looking for the watch gate is back?"

"What is the role of Zi Kui's ability in front of powerful spiritualists? The three of them can just disperse a little pressure hidden in the void..."