"According to you, your Zhou family is much safer than the high race?"

"That is natural, our master is a famous gentleman..."

"But I don't like dealing with gentlemen..."

Ling Luoyu smiled and stepped back: "Because I am a villain and a woman! I am the most unwelcome gentleman, so why bother and embarrass myself?"

Zhou Yun had an ominous premonition: "Girl..."

"Didn't you say that this is the realm of the high human race? Maybe after a while, a high human race girl will come and take you away..."

It was just a few words, but Ling Luoyu's voice seemed to be walking away. In the end, there was no sound.

"Miss Ling..."

Zhou Yun gave a tentative call, but there was no response.

"Oh shit!"

At this moment, he felt a sense of depression being teased.

However, there is no place in front of the village and no shop at the back, and there is no sense of east-west north-south direction. He can only bite the bullet and continue walking.

Otherwise, the wound on his chest would kill him.

Suddenly--

He frowned and turned his head slightly.

In such an environment, human hearing will become acute.

"this is"

It sounds like footsteps.

The sound of footsteps came from the rear right.

Zhou Yun stood still and stood alert: "Miss Ling...is that you?"

Could it be that this little Nizi found out in his conscience that it would be unkind to throw a wounded person like him here and wait for death.

but?

She is so risky and not such a good person!

Otherwise, he would not have such a wound on his chest.

The footsteps grew louder, and the figure became clear.

From the looks, she is still a woman!

However, from a man's point of view, it was not as hot as Ling Luoyu.

So, at one glance, Zhou Yun concluded that--

Substitution! !

In such an environment, the appearance of Ling Luoyu already meant danger.

And for another person, it represents danger! !

Quietly then back.

But there was a warm breath in my ear: "Do you want to be trapped here?"

Zhou Yun turned around abruptly, holding his right hand behind him.

But the back was empty and nothing.

In the ear, warm again.

"If I were you, I would follow this girl out..."

Zhou Yun turned around again and grabbed it with one hand.

Still no one.

Gritting his teeth, he finally gave up the idea, just sneered: "Unfortunately, you are not me!"

"is it?"

Ling Luoyu's laughter had a tingling smell.

Before Zhou Yun could react, there was another tingling on his back.

"what!"

Screaming in pain, he fell out.

The right hand touches the left shoulder, the blood is warm.

"This time, I used a hairpin to poke a small hole in you. Next time... But I don't know what it is? By the way, you said... If I poke it like this, you big guy, can How many times have you been poked?"

In this dense fog, Ling Luoyu's words were full of a strong smell of blood.

"Or, let's... try again?"

"what!"

Zhou Yun roared suddenly and flew up.

"Dare you... if you..."

Before the voice fell, there was another tingling on the back.

Ling Luoyu unceremoniously poke a wound on his back again.

The wound is not deep, but on the back, he can't touch it.

But what can happen even if you encounter it! ?

This girl surnamed Ling is like a madman, forcing him to find the Gao Ren clan.

And looking at the rhythm, if he really holds on here, she can really poke him into a blood sieve with a small hairpin.