Chapter 865 Master, Hug Me

Lang Liu saw his fellow clan being slaughtered mercilessly by him, the wolf opened its mouth, and its fangs reflected a cold light in the night.

"You daring monster hunter, you dare to set foot on the territory of my wolf clan alone, and slaughter my wolf brother and wolf brother, today I will smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Meng Ziyi spoke again, his voice colder than before, "Where is she?"

The wolf six laughed angrily, "It's in the cave behind me, but unfortunately it has already been harvested by me, and she died! She tastes so wonderful, I wanted to harvest it a few more times, but it was too ecstasy for a while. If you don't pay attention, you will die."

The suffocating energy around Meng Ziyi suddenly doubled.

Wolf Liu raised his head and howled, a wolf roar resounded through the night sky, and all the demonic energy in his body was released.

And after this one howled, the pack of wolves snarled and gathered around, and the more they gathered, there were hundreds of them.

When the pack of wolves approached, Meng Ziyi didn't make any movement, only his thin lips squirmed, jumping out word by word, "All, go, die."

Slaughter, brutal slaughter.

The wolf blood splattered everywhere, and the amputated limbs of wild wolves were everywhere.

Anyone who is wise in this wolf clan should go to Lang Liu’s cave and return the kidnapped woman to this lunatic, but the wolf clan is warlike and slaughtering, and when they see their companions being killed, they are so angry that they have forgotten about this man. He is here to ask for someone, just think he is here to slaughter this mountain wolf.

Until the end, the little overlord Wolf Six on the top of the mountain was cut off by the Demon Slaying Sabre, and the Meteor Punishing Evil Sword that flew out pierced his chest, and the wolf monster died.

Mencius took the knife and walked towards the cave step by step, the blood dripping from the demon sword.

The remaining wolves were frightened, and dared not stop the human's path, and only cautiously wandered around the periphery of the territory.

No one knew that the monster hunter who had just killed the wolf like cutting a melon was beating very fast at this moment.

Meng Ziyi had never been so afraid. He was afraid that Hualing's corpse was waiting for him in the cave.

The moment he stepped into the cave, he heard the sound of breathing inside, and also smelled the familiar fragrance of ink.

... not dead, Xiao Hualing is not dead.

"Master!" Nan Xun shouted excitedly when he saw him.

Meng Ziyi's heart beat fiercely, and then slowly returned to normal. He rushed over with a few strides, and hugged him into his arms, his arms tightening more and more tightly.

When Lang Liuyi died, the magic method that had bound Nan Xun before dissipated, she was able to move, and hurriedly hugged the man's neck, the whole person shrank in his arms, obviously afraid, but cheerfully said to him: "I know that the master will definitely Will come to my rescue, so I'm not afraid at all."

"...Idiot." Meng Ziyi took a deep breath between her neck, and then picked her up, as if afraid that she would be uncomfortable, he changed his posture and supported her with only one arm. He touched her buttocks, and Nan Xun almost sat on his arms.

Little Eight: "Shy, shy, adults hug children like this."

Nan Xun: "Hee hee, I like it."

The man held the woman in one hand and walked out with the blood-stained knife in the other.

Along the way, no wolf stopped.

The wolves wailed sadly. Nanxun frowned slightly when he saw the corpses and the pungent smell of blood on the ground. When he saw Meng Ziyi's blood and the red demon sword, she expected There will be no less flesh and blood outside, but I didn't expect so many.

However, the master is all for her, so she doesn't feel that the master is cruel at all. The gray wolf who kidnapped her has murdered so many innocent girls and deserves to be killed.

Leaving the wolf demon territory, Meng Ziyi returned to the place where the two were separated.

After picking up the package that fell there, he didn't linger, he didn't like the place where they were separated, so he wanted to find a new habitat.

Walking and walking, a flash of lightning suddenly slashed across the night sky, almost illuminating most of the night.

Then came the rumbling of thunder.

"Master, it's going to rain, you open the scroll, I'll go back to the painting." Nan Xun said.

Meng Ziyi did not speak, and the evil spirit around him had not dissipated, enough to make anyone retreat. But Nan Xun has long been used to it and is not afraid.

"Master?" Nan Xun called out again in a low voice.

"Don't go back, I'll find a cave for shelter from the rain. Xun Xun, don't go back." His voice was a little hoarse, and the arm that was holding her couldn't help but embrace it.

Nan Xun's hand on her right shoulder slowly moved up and gently landed on his cheek, as if holding his face, "Master, I'm really fine. Although I was a little scared, Master went in time. , the wolf demon didn't have time to do anything."

When Meng Ziyi heard this, instead of being comforted, he became even more irritable.

If he was a step late, the consequences were never what he wanted.

—Boom, another thunder.

Nan Xun didn't want to be drenched in paper by the rain. She looked into the distance, and after searching for a long time, she finally found a cave.

"Master, there's a cave over there, let's go in to avoid the rain. Master?"

Meng Ziyi took a deep breath and hummed.

After sending Xiao Hualing into the cave, he didn't stay too long and went out with the blood-stained demon slayer.

This time, he didn't dare to go too far, just at the entrance of the cave. When the rain poured down, he couldn't avoid it, and let the pouring rain wash over him, as if to wash away the bloody aura, but also as if he wanted to Let the rain wash away the things in his heart that shouldn't be there.

I don't know how long it took, until the woman in the cave called him, and he returned to the cave, and the whole person was already drenched in soup.

"Master, change your clothes quickly, and be careful to catch the cold."

Meng Ziyi sat quietly on the side, and did not move when he heard the words.

Nan Xun hesitated for a while, then muttered, "I don't like the heavy dampness on the master's body."

Only then did Meng Ziyi change color slightly, and took out clean robes and trousers from his bag.

He took off his robe, and when it was the turn of the wet trousers, before he could speak, Nan Xun had already turned his head, and with a wave of his arm, a white gauze flew towards him.

Xiao Hualing said softly, "Use this to dry your body before changing."

The veil was full of her body fragrance, and Meng Ziyi clenched it, a little startled.

He turned his back and quickly took off his trousers. When he wiped his body with the veil, his movements slowed down unconsciously.

"Master, are you alright?"

The soft voice of the woman made Mencius froze abruptly, and quickly put on his robe and trousers.

"...Okay," he replied.

Only then did Nan Xun turn around. The movement of turning around seemed to involve a wound, and she let out a small hiss.

"Xunxun, what's wrong? But where did you get hurt before?"

He was blind and couldn't see, and the smell of blood around him was so strong before that he didn't notice if she was injured.

"Master, don't worry, it's just a small injury. When the wolf demon grabbed me, it scratched the flesh around my waist."

Hearing this, Meng Ziyi's brows suddenly turned stern.

"Does Master have any medicine? It's not serious, but I have some pain."

Meng Ziyi walked to her side and squatted down, reaching for her waist.

When he was about to touch her, he paused, but then gently covered it again, cruising up and down with his fingertips, and finally touched the wound left by the sharp claws.

"Master, can you hug me? If you hug me, I won't hurt anymore."

After saying this, before he could agree, Xiao Hualing reached out and hugged him. With a crisp sound, a porcelain bottle fell out of the woman's arms and hit the ground.

The bottle shattered, and the fragrance spread instantly, so close to him, it filled his nose at once.

The fragrance paralyzed his thinking, paralyzed his long-standing retreat, and made the thing in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time rush out in an instant, like a flood bursting a dyke, extremely turbulent.