The appearance of the wild is as beautiful as a flower [System]

After Muya left Buga's tribe with the leaves, he took the people who were besieged in the priest's land and left according to what Yuan Fei said. Those fighters of the Buga tribe who stabbed to death and can come back to life only need to use what Yuan Fei gave him. Weapons can kill people, so some of the remaining people who were besieged in the priest's land survived.

Yuan Fei asked him to leave, but Mu Ya followed Yuan Fei to the priest's land for a purpose, and he couldn't leave. When he returned, he unexpectedly bumped into Han from the Yanyi tribe.

Rare is disheveled, with red eyes, and he is the only one. After Mu Ya asked about the situation, he found out that Mu Ju took another person with him when he left the place of priests, that is Xiaoyi.

He couldn't say a word, anyway, Muju is also his brother, so after rescuing Xiaoyi, Muya asked the blinds to dress him up as Xiaoyi, and switched him, he is a male, Xiaoyi He is not yet an adult, so there is a gap in physique, but he did not expect that the ground began to shake violently that night, and he was fooled by the night.

The full moon is in full bloom, and the night is coming completely. At this time, there are people running away and screaming everywhere, stumbling away from Yuan Fei's side. really mean.

The ground under their feet broke, and those of the Buga tribe who had received the blessed power were pulled back by the red roots and disappeared, or fell into the broken ground.

The sky was shaking, Yuan Feizhan couldn't stand still, and in the night, he couldn't see Mu Ya from the position just now.

Seeing red tree roots churning everywhere, Yuan Fei held the bone knife and hesitated for a second, thinking how many people could survive if he pulled the tree roots away, but he didn't do so immediately, using his own life Is it worth it to exchange these things? When Yuan Fei was hesitating, he suddenly saw a tall figure slowly walking towards him in the chaos ahead.

Qi was carrying a bloody man on his back. He walked up to Yuan Fei and pulled the man to a place. Then he threw the man on his back to him. Mu Ya, he put his hand under his nose, and he was still breathing, so he wasn't dead, but if he didn't save him, he would probably die soon.

There was blood all over Mu Ya's body, Yuan Fei put him on the ground, and half-kneeled to find the wound on his body, the wound was under the chest, not shallow, but fortunately no internal organs were injured, but the amount of bleeding was not severe He raised his head, looked at Qi who was standing next to him, raised his hand and grabbed the man's animal skin skirt and pulled him down to his eyes. He exerted so much force that Qi's animal skin skirt was torn off, revealing half of it. With a strong butt, Qi subconsciously seemed to be frightened, and suddenly reached out to grab the corners of his animal skin skirt, so as not to be pulled down by Yuan Fei.

Yuan Fei didn't care to look at his butt, under the moonlight, Qi's left waist was pierced with a circular hole, Yuan Fei touched it with his tentacle, and his hand was covered with blood, as if he could vaguely see the internal organs.

"How did you do it?" With such a big wound, why did he act like nothing happened.

Qi broke away from Yuan Fei's hand, quickly pulled up his animal skin skirt, and touched the hole in his waist with his own hands: "It's okay, I just got hit."

Yuan Fei: "The tree you planted will attack even you—" He stopped talking suddenly, and Qi also cut down the tree.

Qi stretched out his foot and kicked the unconscious Mu Ya: "He is not the cripple I saw—he is not the same person."

The place where the three of them are now is a purple-green grass and flowers, which are broken, collapsed and attacked. Only this place is currently good.

"It's a pity that it's a male." Qi said inexplicably, with a deep meaning, this male is Yuan Fei's person, and it was this person who told him that he and Yuan Fei formed a bond.

While talking, Qi stretched out his hand to caress Mu Ya's bloody face with his thumb and index finger vaguely.

Qi's actions were shocking enough in Yuan Fei's opinion.

Yuan Fei: "..." He was stunned, and subconsciously patted Qi's hand off: "He's male."

Qi touched the place where he was beaten: "I know."

Such a familiar scene.

Yuan Fei turned his head, coughed dryly, looked at the messy blood in front of him, and kicked Qi: "Have you got the thing?" If you got it, kill the roots.

Qi threw something to Yuan Fei, and Yuan Fei raised his hand to take it. The tentacles were rough and lingering with a faint fragrance. He looked down and couldn't believe that he had read it wrong. He held it in front of his eyes and looked carefully: "...you, This is what you are talking about? Corn cob flowers?" What Qi threw over were two orange-yellow flowers bundled together, just like two corn cobs, with fluffy beards growing on the top.

"For you." Qi said in a dull voice, with no expression on his face, but rubbed his hand on the animal skin skirt with some embarrassment.

Yuan Fei really wanted to throw the things in his hand on Qi's face, when, didn't he say to go out and get the weapon against the tree roots?Did he bring back two flowers to tease him?

Qi picked off the two fluffy flowers on the stick flower, inserted them into Qi's hair with a serious face, tied them clumsily with a straw rope, and then carefully wiped the blood on Yuan Fei's face with his fingers: "Well, it looks good."

"..." Yuan Fei's eyes followed Qi's moving fingers on his face for a while, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Stop making trouble."

"The tree born from the spirit of the earth has nothing to fear." He had already told Yuan Fei.

Yuan Fei frowned, and kicked the things he was stepping on: "These purple-green grass branches are useless?"

Qi shook his head: "There is a root bag in the middle of the tree root."

Yuan Fei understood the meaning instantly: "The roots of this tree are harder than rocks, and bone knives can't cut them at all."

"I know." Qi clasped his palms together, his knuckles creaking: "I'll go."

"...Okay, I'll hold you back outside." Yuan Fei took all available weapons, the tree root is very unfriendly to Qi now, since he is a living sacrifice, he will hold him back until Qi succeeds.

There was an imperceptible smile on Qi's rough face, and he squeezed Yuan Fei's upturned butt pretending to be brutal and ferocious: "Don't die, wait for me to come out and fuck you."

Yuan Fei was holding an arrow in his mouth, and wrapped the arrow around the arrow nimbly with his fingers. His eyes were clear and sharp, and he pulled the bow and tried it out: "If you can come out, let me know. If you can't, I'll find a beautiful softie And female."

"..." Qi's face sank, he hugged Yuan Fei and bit him on the neck: "Let's go." After saying that, he rushed forward and screamed in confusion.

Yuan Fei cut open his palm without hesitation this time, and the bright red blood continued to overflow. He looked around, turned around and ran towards the dense bushes. There are many dense trees in front of him, which are suitable for concealment.

He ran with his front feet, but the tree roots behind him suddenly seemed to go crazy, they all chased after Yuan Fei, and quickly knocked down some people who stood up and ran away on the ground.

The clumps of trees that grew together were torn apart by the wind blades brought by the roots when they were chasing after them. It turned out that Fei Fei couldn't run on two legs. After he got into the woods, he seemed to be a little unable to see ahead, and his nerves were never tense. It was too tight, he took the arrow that was stained with his own blood, and shot it in the other direction with a bow and arrow.

A tree root approaching him instantly chased in that direction.

"Yuanfei! Here! Here!"

A figure appeared from nowhere and shouted at Yuan Fei. Yuan Fei shot the second arrow, turned around and ran away. Seeing the person clearly from the corner of his eye, he pulled out the arrow on his waist with his backhand and put it on the cut palm to stain it. The blood was thrown towards the person.

Han rolled on the ground twice before catching all the arrows thrown by Yuan Fei.

And Yuan Fei slid down a slope directly, the tree roots behind him were attracted by Han, and he didn't seem to keep up, Yuan Fei slid to the ground, and then propped himself up, a dark figure pressed down on him, and the long knife reflected The luster reflected in his pupils, it was not pinched with bare hands.

The person on top of him smiled, as if he wanted to drag Yuan Fei into hell: "Yuan Fei, don't run away." The long knife in Bujia's hand failed to penetrate Yuan Fei's chest in the contest with Yuan Fei.

The blood dripping from the palm of the hand holding the long knife gathered into a pool. In an instant, the corner of Yuan Fei's eyes froze, he let go of one hand, and went to grab the bone knife behind his waist with his backhand. Bujia's long knife sank into his A section of the chest, the sound of bone and flesh being pierced, accompanied by a "clang", Yuan Fei held the bone knife and knocked out the long knife, and then he bent his legs and kicked Bujia away from his body.

The stabbing pain in his chest made Yuan Fei's throat almost breathless, and his eyes burst into blurs. He gasped and looked at Bujia on the opposite side, and slowly straightened up. The two looked at each other, as if the air was frozen, and the bone knife Both the long knife and the long knife were blown away in the collision just now, the bone knife fell into the bushes and could not be seen, only the long knife was inserted into the ground at an equal distance from the two of them.

Yuan Fei flew up to pull out the long knife on the ground, his movement was faster than the current cloth with a limped leg and a broken arm, but the moment he held the handle of the knife, the handle was pulled out by another person, Yuan Fei Meng He raised his head, his eyes were cold and red, and the man with the long knife backed up again and again in fright, and fell into the bushes.

Bujia, who was behind, rushed over again, stuck his only hand on Yuan Fei's neck, and shouted, "Lula, give me the long knife!"

Lula, who fell into the bushes, shook his hands and looked at the long knife in his hand. He swallowed, his face was wet with sweat, stood up and walked over with the long knife.

Yuan Fei struggled to hold Buga's arm that was holding his neck with both hands. In the stalemate, the suffocating force on his neck gradually decreased. However, Lula had already walked behind Buga.

The luster of the blade of the long knife flashed a stinging luster. Bujia seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and spit out a few words: "Kill him."

"噗嗤" the long knife sank into his chest, and the splashed blood splashed onto Yuan Fei's face. The strength of the arm that was clamping Yuan Fei's neck disappeared instantly. Bujia's eyes widened slightly, and he lowered his head in disbelief. With a long knife on his chest, his head slowly turned back: "...you!"

With a pale face, Lula shook her head frantically, looked at her trembling hands, and murmured: "...No, it's not me." He spoke intermittently, and fiercely clutched the scar on his stomach. The wound fell to the ground.