Chapter 371

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Junze and the young man looked at this scene stupidly, their faces were filled with disbelief.

Only one way, it seems that the thin monsoon smoke actually nailed the red monkey to the ground?!

How could it be!

"Roar!" Just at the moment when everyone was stunned, the red monkey, who had been running through his chest, suddenly walked away, suddenly raised his bloody claws and grabbed the slender neck of the monsoon smoke!

The footsteps of monsoon smoke moved to the left one step without trace, easily avoiding the attack of red monkey. Those beautiful hands, just like boneless hands, lightly clasped the head of red monkey.

A little twist of your left and right hands

Click

The huge head of the red monkey was broken by forceful twisting, and the blood flowed down its broken neck.

The monsoon smoke picks the eyebrow to look at the red monkey, and then looks at the huge and ferocious head in his hand. He throws it with a smile.

"It's got a lot of brains."

Junze watched the action of monsoon smoke and swallowed his saliva silently.

The brutal and bloody red monkey is as fragile as the little monkey in front of the monsoon smoke, and doesn't show any charm of the demon family at all.

If

It knows that it was killed by such a human girl in a flash, just afraid Even if it dies, it will die in shame.

The boy, who was supported by Junze, was like a ball of gas. The last strength of the strong support disappeared, and his eyes turned over and he fainted completely.

The monsoon smoke eye watched the rescued youth fainted without saying a word, and the plan to leave the head of the red monkey to him to vent his anger was gone.

"He's over frightened." Monsoon flue.

Junze nodded silently.

You all play with the red monkey's head as a ball, can you not be frightened?

Monsoon smoke looked at the wooden wheelchair that his eyes fell on the ground, and let Junze help people up. Then he went back to pick up Baize, and Junze and they left the right and wrong place.

This bloody, not long-lasting, but unforgettable, wooden wheelchair in the mountain forest ahead of difficulties, monsoon smoke their pace also slowed down, until night fell did not go to the mountain road, can only temporarily sit down beside a stream rest.

The bonfire swayed, the thin boy was still sleeping, but Junze's eyes fell on the heavy sword in the hand of monsoon smoke.

That sword

He didn't use it before, but it suddenly appeared in the hand of monsoon smoke.

It's weird.

"How's the boy?" Monsoon smoke wiped the heavy sword clean, put it aside, and looked at the sleepy teenager in the wheelchair.

Junze returned to his mind, and his face looked like a danger again. "I just gave him some medicine. This girl's body is very weak. I'm afraid she will sleep for a while."

At the moment when Junze's voice fell to the ground, the sleepy young man suddenly opened his eyes, but at the moment when he opened his eyes, the frightened eyes stared at Junze's face, but a shrill scream came out of his mouth.

"Demon clan!!!"

Junze's body slightly shakes.

The monsoon smoke raised his chin to Junze, motioning him to look at the stream beside him.

Junze turned his head and looked at his reflection in the water.

Only in the dim moonlight, the stream reflected a muddy and dusty face, which looked like a monster under the moonlight.

"It's time for you to wash your face." The sound of the monsoon smoke echoed in Junze's ear.

Junze almost didn't cry, she didn't say earlier!!