The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

Xiji just watched the Night King with cold eyes, and walked towards him step by step with the blood-stained sword.

Behind the man was the loud sound of fighting, and Xiji's mind went blank. The bloody scenes that appeared just now were too exciting for him, a modern person who has lived in the city since he was a child and has never even seen a fight.

So much so that he didn't know how to react, so he could only stare at the man blankly.

The man walked up to him, lowered his head and looked at Xiji, then chuckled lightly, sheathed his sword, and bent over to hug the little brother who looked extremely embarrassed on the ground.

Before Xiji himself could react, he had already been embraced by a man. When he looked up, he saw that the man had returned to his indifferent expression, as if what he was holding in his arms was not a very important big man. A living person, but a weightless object.

Just as Xiji was staring at the man seriously, the man had already walked in front of the steed that belonged to him.As soon as he raised his hand, he put Xiji on it, and then he quickly got on the horse and embraced Xiji from behind.

In the following time, what appeared in front of Xiji was full of flying flesh, dazzling red, howling in pain, and the temperature behind her.

This unilateral atrocity will not be over until those gangsters die and flee.

By this time, Xiji was already a little numb, and the heart that had been beating wildly since he got on the horse was already used to the high-intensity exercise.After the fighting subsided, it was still beating wildly. After a long time, the heartbeat gradually eased down, but the oxygen-deprived head began to feel dizzy.

The Night King glanced at the thugs who were crying and wailing on the ground, and gestured towards the chief guard who was also covered in blood below.

The young and handsome head of the guard nodded towards the Night King, and then greeted several of his personal guards, looking for survivors among the gangsters left behind.Anyone who was able to breathe was cut again, ending their lives neatly.

The Night King watched blankly as his subordinates harvested the lives of those thugs, and suddenly felt his chest shaking. Looking down, he saw the well-behaved little brother shivering there, and the whole person looked at him. It looked like a terrified rabbit.

Ye Lin looked at him for a while, and saw that he was shaking from head to toe, as if he was about to faint in a second, raised his hand and tore off the ribbon that tied his hair, and covered his eyes.

Xiji's blood-red eyes suddenly turned dark, and he could only hear the bursts of gunfire coming from not far away, but he quickly returned to calm. The flesh with temperature is warm and powerful.

I don't know if it was because of this cognition, Xiji gradually calmed down.

"King, we killed two guards this time, ten were seriously injured, 36 were slightly injured, and more than [-] bandits were killed." After the fighting subsided, the chief guard quickly made an inventory, and soon The number of casualties was reported to Wang.

When he saw the shapes of the two men on the horse clearly, the head guard was slightly stunned.

On top of the tall steed, a tall man in black embraced a beautiful woman in white clothes. The beauty covered her eyes with a black silk satin, and she could only see her extremely pale face and her protruding reddened face. lips.

The combination of the two is like a charming mountain elf snatched back from the forest by a general returning from victory.

Just when the head guard was so attracted by this scene that he lost his mind, he felt a seductive gaze, shivered, and soon came back to his senses, and met his king's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.Hastily lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

"Is there a living mouth?"

Seeing that the chief guard turned his gaze back, Ye Lin turned his head to look at the little brother in front of him. Seeing his bloody face, which turned out to be even more stunning, he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe off the blood stains on it. .

Don't get dirty with your own things.

"There's one left, the little leader among them." Seemingly knowing that Ye Lin would ask this question, the head guard who didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore lowered his head, pointing to the back where he was supported by two guards. Waking up half dead, said the frightened gangster.

"Ask for their stronghold, and if they dare to attack us, there will always be a price to pay." Ye Linyun said lightly, seeing that the blood stains were wiped off by himself, and his face returned to the whiteness of the past. He raised his head and looked at his little brother.

"Yes." Knowing what the king meant, the head guard respectfully replied, and then took the victim away.

Xiji's eyes were covered at this time, and he could only rely on his hearing to guess what was happening around him. Hearing the clattering of horseshoes and the sound of people walking around, it should be that everyone was about to leave.

Until this time, Xiji suddenly remembered his little book boy, groped and grabbed Ye Lin's arm, and asked eagerly: "Wang, where is the little boy who is following me?"

Ye Lin lowered his head and looked at the person in front of him. He still looked like he might faint at any time, but his pale face was slightly flushed because of his anxiety, making him look pitiful.

Ye Lin glanced at the hand holding his arm, and said coldly: "You have surpassed."

Hearing what he said, Xiji felt cold all over his body, as if he had been scalded by something, quickly took back his hand, and said in a stumbling manner: "I, I'm sorry, Wang, please let me go, I can do it by myself." let's go."

Ye Lin didn't speak, nor did he put him down. There was no sound around the two of them, only the horse under them was still rattling.

Faced with Wang's attitude, Xiji became more and more impatient as he thought about it. In the scuffle just now, he witnessed the ferocity of those people with his own eyes. Mo Shu has no self-protection ability at all. What if something happens.

Thinking of this, Xiji now doesn't care about the king's thoughts, and pulls off the blindfold, looks around, anxiously looking for the figure writing the ink book.

When he finally found Mo Shu's figure, he was stunned for a moment. The current image of Mo Shu was completely different from what he had imagined.

Not only was the skinny child not lying there covered in blood as he imagined, but he was carrying a big ax that he didn't know where he got it from. He was alive and kicking, and he didn't look like he was hurt at all.

Mo Shu was still talking to the guards around him, but he seemed to see the young master who was looking at him, so he immediately raised his hand and waved at him, and said cheerfully: "Young master, look, I picked it up." A good thing has arrived."

As he said that, he swung the ax in his hand, causing everyone around to avoid him, for fear that if he was too slow, he would become the soul of the dead under the sharp axe.

Xiji first glanced at the blood still dripping from the axe, and then looked at it and kept showing it to himself, just like a child showing a toy's ink book to his playmates, there is an unreal sense of absurdity , the mood is very complicated.

"Look, even the little boy next to you is more useful than you." When Xiji was dumbfounded, a sarcastic voice came from his ear.

Looking up, she only saw the ironic eyes covered by the mask of the ghost face pattern. Xiji pursed her lips, not daring to refute, nor could she.Looking at it this way, I am really weak, not even comparable to Mo Shu.

Ye Lin looked at himself and lowered his head after saying something, like Xiji who was sulking, silently commented in his heart, not only weak, but also delicate.

……

Because of the battle just now, we couldn't stay here any longer, and soon the team found a flat place with a wide view under the leadership of the chief guard, and began to rest.

After confirming that the place was safe, the Night King went to discuss the next thing with his subordinates, so Xiji was also let down from his horse by him.

As soon as he got off the horse, Mo Shu, who had been sneaking around to observe from just now, leaned over, carefully glanced at Wang's position, and found that it was far away from them, then looked at his young master, and asked nervously: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Xiji looked at Mo Shu's little face full of concern, feeling very complicated, especially after seeing the big ax dragging behind him, she still looked at Mo Shu with a strange mood "Are you not injured?" he asked.

Mo Shu shook his head, and then happily described how he hid there tremblingly after the young master was hijacked by the king, how he was discovered, and how he grabbed an ax to kill him at a critical moment. Let me tell you about the fact that this ax is easy to use.

Xiji looked at the elated ink book with a very complicated look on his face, and he didn't even know what to say, especially when he saw how big the ax was at close range, he felt that the original owner of the ax should be a big man of eight feet .

It's a pity that it was killed by a bean sprouts in the end.Xiji once again truly felt the divine power of his own child.

……

After the matter was dealt with in an orderly manner, the Night King found a place to change out of his blood-stained clothes, then looked at the chief guard and motioned for him to speak.

"My lord, that person has already recruited them all. They are refugees who escaped from the Northland. They ran out because they couldn't stand the exorbitant taxes there. They have no identity guide and can't find other ways to survive, so they occupy the mountain here and become kings." , relying on family and road interception to live. Because of the convenient terrain here, they seldom miss it."

"How many of them are left?" Ye Lin asked casually, flicking the dust off his body.

"The ones who went down the mountain this time were half of their young adults, led by their second head. There were eighty or ninety people still on the mountain with the remaining big head, and some family members of passing merchants who were caught. .”

After listening, Ye Lin raised his eyelids and said flatly, "It's gone."

"Yes."