Chapter 273: The Wind Beast

"Ah, yes! I did say I would leave your soul to report to your master and ask your master to seek revenge from me." The man in red nodded, his voice still elegant.
He looked at him sideways: "Will you report to your master?"
Does the red devil want him to report or does he not want him to report?
He said that he was already at the end of the crossbow. If so, he should not be Master's opponent ...
The big brother was tangled, but he didn't answer for a moment.
"That's not easy to answer?" The man in red was a little upset.
"You ... if you let me go and spare my life, I swear that today's affairs will never be reported to Master!" The master took the opportunity to ask.
"Then your master, brother and sister will die in vain? If your master asks, what would you answer?" The man in the red shirt had bright eyes.
"I ... I said they died ... under the claws of Warcraft who died on Jiufeng ..."
"This lie is not right. No matter how terrible the World of Warcraft on Jiufeng is, they will kill them at most, and they won't make them stunned. You think of a decent one again." The man in red was not satisfied with the reason.
The big brother had to desperately want to think desperately, and finally Zhongji Shengzhi thought of a reliable one: "I ... I said they died in the hands of Fengyunmen's teaching!" Fengyunmen's teaching has always been wrong with their worship. Hand-teaching will also make people stunned.
The man in red laughed and said, "Very good! You just say so!"
The sword in the palm of the master's palm pierced directly into his own neck, and his eyes widened suddenly in the blood spurt, and his body fell slowly.
The man in red raised his palm and took a sip.
This continent is afraid that it will cause a storm because of today's events. In the future, it will not seem so boring ...
He looked down at the harp in his arms, suddenly sighed, and wiped it gently again.
...
There is a little unicorn, the king of the beasts, and Ning Xuemo's downhill is not as smooth. All the Warcraft smell the little unicorn's smell and escape.
So she never encountered Warcraft again.
She ran hard in the middle of the night and finally reached the third peak at dawn.
The Warcraft on the third peak is obviously a lot weaker, and there are already such kind animals as Devil Rabbit.
Many of the entry disciples of various factions have experienced fighting and upgrading here, and Ning Xuemo also encountered a few waves.
She didn't want to have any contact with these people, but Xiaoqilin's figure is too windy, no matter which wave of people encounters will cause a series of exclamations: "Kirin! God, that's Kirin!"
Then a large number of people chased after her ...
Little Kirin is much faster than these people, leaving them far behind.
But the unicorn beast was originally a rare beast. If these people see it, how can they give up easily?
Use all kinds of magic to follow, no less persevering than the nougat.
In addition, they will call friends and tell friends from all walks of life in the mountain to chase and block together.
And there are many people who have come to practice on this third peak. She just hit this wave and encountered another wave ...
In less than half an hour, she had been tracked by five people, and an ant-like trail dragged her ...
Seeing the roads blocking her again at the intersections in front, Ning Xuemo knew that she could no longer run, she had to face it!
She patted Little Unicorn's head and motioned for it to stop.
Little Kirin hasn't been chased like this for more than a thousand years, and it's a bit panic: "Master, what are they going to do? I already have a master, why should they chase it like this?"