Chapter 11 Extermination

"Cut the grass without rooting, and the spring breeze blows again!"

Nalan Zhouyi's face was shocked. As the saying goes, it is the simplest truth that dead and poor monks do not die, but it is really put into practice. How shocking and difficult it is for a child who has just over five years old.

"...the wind blows and it is born again!!!" Nalan Zhouyi muttered, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. The last sentence fell heavily, and his tone was particularly firm.

"That's right. For your own enemies, you should be cruel. Either you die or I die. The eternal truth is that the jungle is the strong. This is the world." The old woman looked at little Zhou Yi with bright eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ye, but we are both unarmed, how can we..."

Are you unarmed? Let's go. Hurry up and follow him. Don't let him run away. Today, I'll show you the unarmed and kill people as usual... By the way, don't call me grandma anymore, call me Grandma Feng!" Nalan Zhouyi, who was simple-minded, completely forgot the wind mother-in-law beside her. After getting along with her for so long, she never mentioned her name.

“.... Well, okay, I don't know if it's an illusion, Grandma Feng, I feel that you are much younger today..." He scratched his head doubtfully and helped Aunt Feng slowly follow the staggering figure not far away.

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Ghost Cry.

A dense shrub grows everywhere, blocking the gorgeous sunlight and setting off the day like a fog swamp. What's more surprising is that there will be a slender, soft but hard deadly grass hovering on the root, which is actually harmless, but it is an excellent weapon for killing.

From time to time, a strong wind seems to fly from the sky, through layers of branches and leaves, raging in every corner, and the sound of friction is like a ghost crying, which is gloomy and scary.

Under the ghost crying hill, a sheep intestine path was tortuous and overgrown with weeds. The original clean path was full of thorns at this time.

A figure staggered over, covered with scars, with a vicious face pulling away the thorns on the road and muttering to himself.

"Damn, you wait, this account must be paid by blood, damn little prodigal hooves, and damn old woman, damn little guy... Who? What kind of person?" It was the dunk who had just walked out of the pub and shouted behind him.

A soft sound came into his ears clearly, and the dage's face was shocked, and then he roared loudly.

"The person who wants your life!" The old voice sounded, and the two vaguely unmatched figures slowly became clear.

"It's you! A damn old man and a smelly little thing, just because you still want to kill me, can you get the embroidery needle? He laughed contemptuously and laughed loudly, with a gloomy face, but his eyes stared at the old man.

"Mocking? Keep laughing, or you won't think of it when you die. Grandma Feng said without fluctuation, as if she were facing a dead man with no expression on her face.

"You two are looking for death! My father is a governor. If you kill me, my father will definitely avenge me. He must destroy all your families..." ferocious roared.

“.... That's what he has to know. The bodyguards are all dead, and you still don't die!"

Before the words fell, a flying shadow flew out in an instant and went towards the dage. A rope sleeve suddenly fell on the dage's neck. The angry dage was shocked. Just as he was about to resist, he found a strong force coming. The rope was tightened and steadily put on the dage's head.

"What? This is... Life-threatening grass!" The dage's face changed dramatically and struggled desperately.

"Young master, pull the rope for me quickly." Grandma Feng hurriedly shouted, regardless of her weak body and shouted at the stunned Nalan Zhouyi.

Zhou Yi, who reacted in an instant, immediately stretched out his hand to grab the deadly grass. As soon as he tied the deadly grass to the tree, a strong force suddenly came, and the formal dunk struggled desperately.

Nalan Zhouyi's footsteps were steady, his feet were loose, and he fell down the hillside, which scared Grandma Feng. He stretched out one hand to catch Nalan Zhouyi, and one hand desperately killed him.

How can a mother-in-law grasp Nalan Zhouyi, who is slipping in one hand and restrain the struggling dung begling?

As soon as his hand slipped, Nalan Zhou Yi immediately slid down the hillside.

"Ah! Mother-in-law saved me!"

"Young master!"

A panicked and frightened shout, a heartbreaking helpless cry intertwined and fixed this thrilling scene.

Unlikely, Nalan Zhouyi's sliding body was moving towards the dunk and hit the dunk's body in an instant. With a burst of force, he knocked the dunk down the hillside, and the deadly grass was instantly tightened. The helpless dunk struggled with a ferocious face.

And for a short stay at the moment when he hit the dhower, Nalan Zhouyi's eyes were quick, grabbed a big stone and stopped steadily.

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"Young master, are you all right? I just scared me to death!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" The two people with lingering fear found a quiet area and sat on the ground in horror, with pale faces.

"Let's get out of here and go to the Rocky Mountains."

The two figures slowly disappeared at the end of the road. A figure not far away was on the edge of the cliff under the hillside, swaying, with bursts of ghost crying and whining.

Gagaga.................

bursts of crows, desolate strange calls, and gloomy clouds all over the sky.