The flying arrows were split by a knife.

The shaft of the arrow ignited a flame, flying out from the sides of Devil's Crying cheeks and piercing through the strands of hair pouring out from under the hat, curling and revealing a slight burnt smell.

Half of the flaming arrows hit the corner of the bluestone wall, daring to break and sparks to splash. Half of it hit the wooden door on the side of the road, and the flames licked the wooden door, and the place where the wooden door was licked by the flames was blackened.

Nangong split the door, and Ghost Cry hurriedly retreated into it.

There was a clanging sound, and darts and axes were all shot at the walls and the ground in a jumble of arrows.

A crowd of people rushed up and rushed to the door. The crimson sword light shot out from the door, and the crowd that rushed up stopped in unison, and the crimson sword light cut through the big tree on the side of the street, and the big tree broke off at the waist, igniting a raging fire.

The fire shook, the ice and snow melted, and the shouts of killing were heard into the distance.

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

"Go!"

"!"

Looking at the scene of shouting and killing the heavens in the distance, the prime minister's nose was about to be crooked. He didn't feel comfortable here, so he came in person, and he saw the scene in front of him.

Everyone worked hard, and the sound of shouting drowned out the whining wind and snow, shaking the rubble of the roof and falling dust.

But they can't just roar!

only knew that he used a bow and arrow to greet him from a distance, causing Ghost Cry and Nangong to break the game again and again in a desperate situation.

By this time, the snow had become much lighter, the wind had become much lighter, and the sky was a little brighter. Before you know it, it's past morning.

"These idiots!" the prime minister stomped his feet in anger: "Rush up! There are so many of them, no matter how strong the dog man and woman are, they have to be cut into meat sauce!"

The truth, everyone knows, but the problem is that they are facing the joint Ghost Cry and Nangong. Whoever goes on first, who dies first.

Life is one's own, and everyone is responsible for their own life. They live ten times longer than mortals, and are naturally more valuable.

Naturally, more afraid of death than ordinary people.

After several urgings, it was still like that bird, and the prime minister had no choice but to say, "Where are the armorers?

The armor man panted and chased after him, bent his bow and arrows, and broke into the house and shot at Ghost Cry and Nangong.

In too much haste, the armorers were panting one by one, their bows were not full, the power of the arrows was greatly reduced, and the wind and snow were small, but they were still there. The arrow was blown crooked, and its power was reduced.

Arrows like locusts smashed tiles, pierced windows, and shot into the house.

Ghost Cry overturned a large table, blocked the doors and windows, Nangong pressed his hand on the table, covered with hoarfrost, and shot sharp arrows on it, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, chiseled a hole in the table, and then was bounced out.

Sharp arrows fell from the roof, and the ghost cried and pounced on Nangong.

At this time, there was not much power left of the arrow, which could shoot through the cloth, and then it was firmly blocked by the black daze woven by the silk yarn inside, not to mention that there was a layer of close-fitting iron armor in the black daze.

Ghost Cry didn't get hurt in the slightest, but he knew that it couldn't go on like this.

took Nangong through the back door, kicked open the door and broke out. I crossed the courtyard, dodging the arrows falling from the sky, and came to another street.

There were also soldiers in this street, who were panting and their faces were red from the cold. When I saw the ghost crying that suddenly came over, I was dumbfounded.

These armor warriors, though, are responsible for guarding the Sea King City. However, in normal times, he is only responsible for public security, because soldiers are really fast catchers, and their training is really limited.

They were in a hurry, two of them hurriedly drew their bows, and a few of them held shields on top, but the shields were scattered, and there was no tacit understanding between them at all.

Before they could get ready, Devil Cry had already rushed closer.

An arrow shot diagonally, and Devil Cried didn't dodge, but the arrow passed by him, hit the ground, and stuck in a field of snow.

The sharp long knife pierced through the huge gap between the shields, an arm flew up, blood splashed with the swing of the long knife, and the terrible scream was like a baby's cry, sharp and piercing, and this whining wind was heard far, far away.

In the frightened eyes of the armorers, Ghost Cry and Nangong passed through this scattered group of armorers in an instant.

The armorers were not completely encircled, and Ghost Cry found an opportunity to break out of the siege again, leaving behind three corpses and several terrified armorers.

Flustered and exasperated!

The prime minister was so angry that he stomped his foot again, and with a click, the tiles shattered. In order to control the overall situation, he found a commanding height, which was the roof of a restaurant.

Here, it's not the sturdy floors of his house.

A large hole was broken in the roof, and the prime minister fell down the middle.

The guards on both sides were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed at the same time, and they looked down at the entrance of the cave.

The prime minister sat peacefully on the bench of the restaurant below, surrounded by a piece of crumbling rubble.

There are many foreign appearances!

The prime minister lowered his head, and the dust above his head fell.

His eyes were straight, and just then, a rickety old man came up with a teapot and a cup.

Seeing the prime minister sitting at the table with straight eyes, his eyes lit up, and he staggered over, and said in a naughty tone: "Guest officer, why are you still staying in the hotel?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, the prime minister looked inexplicable, and after a while, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, he slapped the table hard, and roared angrily: "How did you become a junior second, you don't understand it at this age, it's a sharp, a sharp!"

The angry roar echoed in the building, and the old man showed a painful look, plucked his ears hard, and said aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, people know!"

He blinked vigorously, squeezed out a tear, and said pitifully: "Guest officer, do you want to be sharpened or stay in the hotel!"

The prime minister nodded with satisfaction, and said heroically: "Let's talk about it at the table first." ”

"Haoler, guest officer, you drink tea first. With that, the old man put the cup on the table, poured the viscous milky liquid from the teacup into the cup, and left happily.

With a smile on his face, the prime minister pushed open the window and looked at the scene outside with a steaming teacup.

Suddenly, he woke up.

Hurriedly put down the teacup that had reached his lips, and the cold sweat soaked the clothes behind him.

No, the people in this restaurant have long been driven away by him, and now in the restaurant except for the guards around him, there is only him left, where is the shopkeeper from here, where is the shopkeeper from so old and ugly?

He looked down at the teacup, the thick, unknown liquid in the cup making him sick to his stomach.

This thing, it can't be that, right?

"Your Excellency!"

The guards ran in from the roof of the building in a panic, and the guard commander knelt on the ground: "Subordinates should be damned!"

"Come here. The prime minister beckoned, his expression calm.

The commander of the guards had a bump in his heart, and cautiously moved to the prime minister's side, bowed down and said, "My lord?"

"What is this. The prime minister flicked his finger on the teacup, and the commander of the guard observed it carefully, and asked, "Can the subordinates take a closer look?"

The prime minister nodded, and the commander of the guard picked up the teacup, dipped a little of it with his finger, and licked it carefully.

In an instant, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly spit it out, his face was pale.

"What is this?" the Prime Minister asked calmly as he looked at Tie Qing, the leader of the guards.

The guard commander's face was extremely ugly, his heart was pounding, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Qiyu, it's arsenic!"

The prime minister's heart tightened violently, as if he had been pinched, and he paused for a moment.

"Whew!"

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, then flew out of the table in a fit of rage: "Catch him, catch him for me, I'm going to break him to pieces!"