Dark Blood Age

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On the innocent prairie, under the night, like a cursed bonfire burning in the direction of the wild wind, sweeping across the prairie, destroying all the creatures it encounters, countless animals fleeing, The scorpion and the beasts of the enemies are all mixed together and trampled on each other.

A white cub couldn't run, but it couldn't stop. Once stopped, it was either trampled or burned, so it could only run as hard as it could until it ran.

The water plants in front made it gradually familiar. Not long ago, they just passed through here to migrate to the south. There was a thrilling thing in the middle. Fortunately, they later escaped. Its head can't remember such complicated things, but instinct feels very much here. Danger.

It is too tired, the slower and slower, and gradually unable to keep up with the large forces, being shackled behind the scorpion group, the fierce fire of the original smoldering burned it hot and drowsy.

A gust of wind came out, and the fire of the Suiyuan slammed out a high wall of fire, and swallowed the backwards behind it.

It was immediately horrified to rise to the four hoofs, and wanted to live more than a second!

But the wind is getting bigger and bigger, ruthlessly rushing behind it.

It has no thoughts, it is running alive from birth, and today is also, but it is instinctively felt that the death of its instinctive fear is coming unstoppable behind it.

At this time, a shadow passed through the sky.

The speed of the shadow is very fast. When it sees it, it is already in the air, floating on top of their heads. Looking at the bonfire that swallowed the grassland, I don’t know what I was thinking. The young white owl thought it was like a cloud. It's probably the kind that will rain, but it's not exact. It's just a slap. It's impossible to understand so much, as long as it will run.

The shadow stayed for a little while above it, and then a stream of light shot from the shadow, it panicked and stalked, for fear that the streamer hit himself. But the next moment, it thought that he was going to be burned to death, only to find that the fire of the Suiyuan behind him was destroyed in an instant, and the shadow disappeared.

It was a rain cloud, and it seemed to be somewhat familiar.

For an embarrassment, it may feel that it thinks too much.

The running of the squadron gradually stopped, looking for water and fresh herbivores. The hungry beasts also began to hunt them by panting, and the chaos on the prairie was so natural that it seemed to be like this.

......

Under the original **** full of flowers, in a simple house.

A dark-haired woman suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed. Hold your chest and whisper something.

"what happened?"

In the darkness, a man’s voice came from her side.

The woman calmed down for a while and then said with a panic: "I seem to see that Sesbia is back. Is it the dead soul? Is it coming back to us to report it? You Xiu, they are already..."

Said. She actually cried.

The man also sat up and stroked her back. Sigh a sigh: "It’s a nightmare, it’s okay, it’s okay, they won’t have anything to do.”

The woman shook her head. "You don't lie to me. I have already heard it. I saw strange things flying over the past two days. The witch on Dongpo said that the devil is coming. Many people have fled to the west, or else. We are also escaping? You may have gone there."

The man was silent for a while and said: "We can't go, you think, if Zhuoma comes back with them, and can't find us, they will be anxious."

When the woman thought about it and made sense, she sighed and sat in bed.

The man seemed to be unable to sleep, got out of bed, went outside the house, and walked back and forth a few steps. The dark sky was faintly flashing with electric light, and the wild wind blew.

He ordered a torch and said something to the house: "I went to the circle to see if the group was shocked."

When the room sighed, he bypassed the house, but did not go to the circle, but went to a gloomy crypt behind the grass slope.

The crypt is covered with hay, which stores winter food.

The man came to the inside, removed a dusty box, and opened a dark lock to reveal an equally gloomy path.

He held the torch through the path and eventually came to a damp, dark hole.

As soon as I got here, I wore a ghost voice like a whisper, and said sharply: "Fast, let the fire go out!"

The man immediately plunged the torch into the damp mud, and the sound of whispering in the darkness seemed to be very angry: "How come you? Isn't it for you not to come down again? What he found... Is it an accident?"

The man was kneeling in the mud at the moment, worried and said: "Lord, the end is really coming, I am worried..."

The whispering voice seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and comforted him: "There has not been the last moment... Your mission is done very well, and you and your family will be finally redeemed!"

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The man walked out of the hole, re-locked it, hid it well, and before he returned to the house, the torch suddenly swayed. He said: "Who?"

It seems to be a wind, but he does not know why, the heart that has just been firm has suddenly become uneasy.

In the north of the Holy City, in the abandoned black hole.

The pale monster is holding a small monster that finally grows a few blue hairs. He wants to go to another cave, but he is surprised to find that the cone that has been quietly floating in the big cave suddenly opens the door. A long voice echoed back and forth.

Then it saw a shadow suddenly appear there, but did not go in, but stood there quietly, after a long time, before leaving, did not enter the door from beginning to end.

At this time, there was a test of its kind that wanted to go in and see, and a ray of light came out from the door, and for a moment, the same kind burned to ashes.

The door was closed again, and it fled into another cave in horror, shaking his legs.

Holy City.

The city has not been razed or burned like other cities. The sky is full of fighters and aircraft, and the shadows of aliens are everywhere.

They are searching every corner of the city and don't know what to do.

There are also many figures in the Great Shrine, some taking pictures, some records, some transmitting information, and so on.

In the inner hall, a silver uniform man walked out of the room with his trousers and praised: "The taste of this saint is really different. The skin is slippery, the tender one can pour out the water, and the bones are too soft. It's true that any posture can be put out!"

A few white uniforms outside, smirked and said: "That is because Zhao Ge is brave, and some postures are not something that ordinary people can make!"

The silver uniform man swayed his hand and said modestly: "No, old, old, will not catch up with good times, you are a blessed boy."

The white uniform people laughed and said: "How does Zhao Ge’s prestige and the wind do not diminish, then, where is it old? It’s only a few years! You have always been our big brother!"

The silver uniform man shook his head and said: "You will wear me a high hat, but it is not really old. At the time, when the Starship Wars, Laozi and the old head of the group fightd their lives, suffered a dark injury, and suffered losses. The technology is now developed, or it will be a waste."

The white uniforms all praised and admired: "Zhao Ge, your life is very good. The people who survived have risen, and we have no chance."

The silver uniform man shouted: "You know a fart, you just give me one hundred holy women, and I don't want to come again. You were hiding, you didn't see it, the man was dying." ..."

He slammed a cigarette and stopped talking. He sighed and his eyes were a little wet.

The white uniform man dared not talk, he smoked a cigarette, the red wet eyes gradually became fierce, pulled out a pistol, and walked into the room behind him, first screamed for a woman who begged for mercy, then shot The sound stopped abruptly.

The white uniforms face each other, and when the silver uniforms come back, someone tries to ask: "Zhao Ge, what's wrong with this?"

The silver uniform man is full of suffocating suffocation at the moment: "You remember to Lao Tzu, never be kind to the enemy, you must kill it, you must kill it. It was because...is it not Mr. Chu..."

A white uniform man hurriedly pulled him: "Zhao Ge, Zhao Ge, pay attention, pay attention."

Another white uniform person said: "What are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here. Although we are white soldiers, they are a heart with Zhao Ge. Zhao Ge, you told us that you have seen Mr. Chu? He is old and Have you said anything?"

The silver uniform person laughed: "I am a fart, can you see Mr. Chu? I can see the old head, even if the ancestral grave is a smoke, still speak?"

There is a white uniform who interjects mysteriously: "I listened to the acquaintances of the 21st camp and said that they first rushed into the inner hall and found a portrait that the indigenous people couldn’t handle. You guessed that the painting was Who?"

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