After the demon king failed to beg for death

The wolf's fangs were sharp, its eyes glowed green, and it whimpered continuously, as if it hadn't eaten for hundreds of years.

Fu Ling moved back, and the wild wolf took two steps forward, staring at him, as if he had already decided that he was his meal.

It was a little cold by the pool, and Fu Ling was half wet again. A gust of wind blew by, and he couldn't help shivering.

One person and one wolf looked at each other, testing each other's patience.

Fu Ling propped his elbows on the ground, looking up at the wild wolf, which was almost half the height of a man.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, and it seemed that no one would pass by for a while.

At this moment, the wild wolf was getting impatient, and with a stabbing sound in his throat, he jumped towards Fu Ling.

Fu Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into an almost cruel smile.

His body leaned on the ground at a strange angle to dodge the blow of the wild wolf, and then a silver dagger was thrown from his sleeve.

Fu Ling turned his elbow, held the dagger in his hand, found the right angle, and stabbed the wolf in the neck without hesitation.

This blow was ruthless and fast, hardly in line with what a weaker man should look like.

Bright blood spurted out instantly, all splashing on Fu Ling's clothes and even his face.

Such a cruel and bloody picture should be disgusting, but the protagonist who did this is so beautiful that he also has an indescribable beauty.

The wild wolf stabbed a few more times in the throat, and then fell down on the spot.

One move kills.

Fu Ling stood up, almost exhausted all his strength just now, and his arm was slightly loose.

The smell of blood on his body was a little uncomfortable for him who was a little clean.

He reached out to wipe the blood on his face, walked to the pool, took off the outermost blood-stained blue robe and threw it aside, leaving only the white inner shirt and black pants inside.

Fu Ling washed his face and hands in the pool water, then turned around to deal with the wolf with the dagger in hand.

As a mortal without spiritual power, self-defense weapons such as daggers must be prepared no matter what. After knowing that they might be sent to the secret realm as a key, Fu Ling prepared this thing for himself.

It is not yet known how long he will stay in this small secret realm. He has not fasted yet, and food is a necessary condition for his survival. The first thing to solve is to have a full stomach.

It's a pity that there are no jade slips or rings for storage, otherwise I can take some away after baking.

Fu Ling skilfully skinned and cleaned the wolf, cut off the most tender part, put it on with a wooden stick, lit a fire, and erected it.

The time in the small secret realm is not synchronized with the outside. When we entered, it was already midnight outside, but here it was evening, when the sun was setting.

Surrounded by dense forest, it is very dangerous to spend the night in the forest.

This secret realm has been derived for so many years, and it has long been a small world of its own, and any danger can be encountered.

So fill your belly before dark and find a place to spend the night.

The smell of meat soon wafted through the woods.

Fu Ling only chose a little bit of tender meat to smoke and roast, and ate half of it, and wrapped the rest with washed leaves to prepare for the next few days.

Just when he was halfway through baking, Fu Ling suddenly stopped what he was doing, and said, "It's already here, why don't you come down and sit down?"

After speaking, he turned the wolf meat in his hand over.

The black figure sat across from Fu Ling in the blink of an eye, without even disturbing a fallen leaf.

Fu Ling raised his head and asked in surprise, "It's you?"

The man in black was none other than the young man who killed people at the door of the inn three days ago.

The young man didn't speak, but still had that expression of "I'm upset, don't mess with me, I'll kill you if you mess with me."

Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was him, and continued with the movements in his hands.

With this person around, at least this dinner can be eaten with peace of mind, without worrying about being disturbed.

The wolf meat is roasted quickly, because the softest and most tender part is roasted. After roasting, it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Even without any seasoning, it still has an indescribable strength and crispy fragrance.

Based on the principle that life-saving grace needs to be repaid in time, Fu Ling first handed him the piece of meat in his hand.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and silently took the piece of meat.

Fu Ling saw that he didn't intend to talk, and he didn't want to say more, so he started grilling again.

When it was roasting, he looked up at the man, and found that he didn't eat it, but stared at the piece of meat, like a treasure.

Probably sensing Fu Ling's gaze, the man finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence: "What you did is very similar to what an old friend of mine did."

Fu Ling didn't know who the old man was, but just by looking at his expression, he could guess that this old man was very important to him.

Until he finished roasting and eating, the young man still stared at the piece of meat, staring at the cold meat.

waste!

Just when Fu Ling was about to say something, he paused, then turned and looked deep into the forest.

The night has come, and the forest is much quieter, but the pair of green glowing eyes in front of him seem to be telling human beings, don't be careless, danger is always there.

Fu Ling went to the pool to wash his hands, stood up, and said calmly, "I forgot, wolves live in packs."

Those green eyes were nothing but the pack of wolves coming smelling the scent.

A large dense area is enough to make ordinary people frightened.

The young man sat there as if caught in some kind of memory, without any intention of moving.

Fu Ling was used to the days when he acted alone. When he saw this pack of wolves, his subconscious thought was how to solve it, and he never thought of asking the young people for help.

The pack of wolves gradually approached, but because there was still a fire in the middle, they didn't dare to get too close.

Fu Ling turned around and looked for a few sticks, tore up the lost Xuantianzong imperial uniform, wrapped the sticks, made a few torches quickly and simply, then put them in the fire and lit them.

The surroundings became brighter all of a sudden, and the wolves took a few steps back in fear, but then found that Fu Ling didn't intend to fight back with the torch, and took a few steps forward tentatively.

Fu Ling looked at the pack of wolves with cold eyes, as if looking at corpses all over the place.

He casually stuck a few torches on the ground, picked up one of them, and held the dagger in the other hand.

Standing in front of the pack of wolves with one person and one torch like this, there is a tendency that one man is in charge, and no one can stand in the way.

Fu Ling is a man of hard work, and never says hello before doing things.

He squinted his eyes to estimate the number of wolves, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped on a strange pace and directly killed all the wolves.

The torch drove the approaching wolf back with its dazzling light, and then the other hand inserted the dagger into the wolf's neck at a very fast speed, stabbed it in, and then pulled it out, all of which killed it with one move.

This kind of action is as handy as if it has been done thousands of times.

Fu Ling rushed into the pack of wolves, but the young man who sat watching the meat seemed to have just recovered.

He raised his head, a look of impatience on his face.

The young man raised his hand slightly, and the simple black sword fell into his hand in an instant.

Just when Hei Jian couldn't help but want to kill all directions, he saw Fu Ling among the wolves and stopped all his movements.

All of Fu Ling's movements are very crisp and sharp, and the knife is deadly, and there will be absolutely no deviation.

The torches and daggers act alternately, complementing each other without being sloppy at all.

When a torch is useless, he will replace it with another as quickly as possible, and continue fighting.

He is obviously just an ordinary person without spiritual power, yet he has such a powerful combat power.

This made the young man couldn't help but stamp his feet, and his eyes were all glued to Fu Ling's body.

Fu Ling himself also failed.

After all, there are a lot of wolves, not to mention that he has no spiritual power, and this body is still a wounded body. It is his usual endurance that can persist until now.

However, the fact that he is too sensitive to pain is a headache for him.

Although it was only a small wound, Fu Ling felt that his entire back was split open, and his arms trembled in pain even if he pulled it.

There are just too many wolves.

Just when Fu Ling was almost exhausted, the black sword passed through his ear again, passed through the wolves at an extremely fast speed, and fell down in the blink of an eye.

It is really calculated in slices.

Fu Ling kills one person with one blow, and another kills a group of people with one blow.

defeat! ! !

The ground was full of corpses of wolves, blood was scattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

There are also several scars on Fu Ling's back. Although the bones are not deep enough to be seen, they are also bruised.

But he didn't even hum, and stood upright with one hand leaning on the torch.

He looked at the young man and said sincerely, "Thank you for saving me again."

The young man looked at Fu Ling strangely, and said, "You are very strange."

Fu Ling's back was hot, and every word he said felt painful.

However, he never showed his painful appearance in front of outsiders.

"It's strange, it's not like you, with one nose and two eyes."

The young man shook his head.

Fu Ling took a deep breath: "Speaking of which, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is... Luo Xuan, a member of the Xuantian Sect, how about you?"

The young man frowned, and said two words expressionlessly: "Ling Chen, you have no sect."

Ling Chen?

However, there is a word that is the same as myself. From this point of view, the two of them are still destined.

Fu Ling endured the aches all over his body and the cramping pain of the skin and flesh on his back, and approached slowly.

"Let's get out of here quickly, it smells too bad."

The smell of blood is so strong that it almost chokes the nose. The smell alone is disgusting.

For Mr. Mozun, who is slightly obsessed with cleanliness, it is even more unbearable than the injury behind him.

Ling Chen put away his sword, turned and left.

Fu Ling followed, but within a few steps, dizziness hit his head, and he fell down without any warning.

Lord Mozun, who was still alive and kicking with wounds from his previous life, forgot that as a mortal, he would faint if he lost too much blood.

Ling Chen stopped, looked at Fu Ling who had fainted and lay motionless on the ground, hesitated between leaving and taking him away, and finally remembered the piece of barbecue that had been cold but he put it in the storage ring just now , leaned over and picked up the person, and disappeared in place.

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