Lord of the Magical Beasts

Under the leadership of the old woman, Yang Ling came to a courtyard house. The tables and chairs are basically made of tough and wearable rosewood. The floor is covered with a flat layer of ebony slate. There is a low breadfruit around the yard. There are many colorful flowers and plants in the garden. The saplings, the fragrant bursts, are refreshing.

"Mr. Yuri, please sit down!" The old woman smiled, and the wrinkles on her face overlapped and exposed her age like an old wood ring. "Lucy, give the guests a cup of Hennessy!"

"Well, Grandma, it’s good soon!" The little girl next to the old woman gently screamed and acted with numbness. She quickly poured a glass of wine from the corner of the jar, and the bird was briskly to Yangling. "This It is Hennessy made from vanilla, flower essence and high quality grapes. It tastes very good!"

Under the white dress, a pair of tender white legs were exposed. The waterfall-like golden shawl had long hair dancing in the wind, and the delicate face smiled with two sweet little dimples. Although the girl named Lucy is only 14 years old, she is not as tall as an adult. However, it can be seen that this is a beautiful embryo that grows up to be a dead man.

"Thank you!" After laughing, Yang Ling took Hennessy in the hands of the girl Lucy and sipped softly. The spice is unique, like the fragrance of the green forest after the rain, and it will not gather at the tip of the tongue for a long time, leaving a hint of fruity aroma. There is no vodka's stamina, no rum, but don't have a taste.

"The tribe has not come to the guest for a long time, Lucy, use the goblet to give the guest another cup!" Seeing Yang Ling while tasting and admiring the nod, the smile on the old woman's face is more brilliant, standing up in a trembling, from the cupboard Take out a glass-like crystal goblet. After wiping a white silk scarf, he turned and handed it over to the little girl next to him. A trace of sneer flashed past and quickly replaced with a kind smile, causing Yang Ling's vigilance.

If you change an ordinary person, you will be confused by her smile; but, as a soul witch, Yang Ling's feeling is extremely sharp, quickly catching the sneer on the face of the old woman.

Is it poisonous in the wine glass or silk scarf?

Under doubt, he did not dare to care about it, pretending to wipe the mud on the shoes, quietly taking a few drops of life spring water from the space ring to drink, and swallowing a few refining pills that Alice refining can solve the poison. The movement was quick and secret, and did not attract anyone's attention. Immediately after receiving the goblet handed over by the little girl, the surface pretends to take a sip of nothing, but in the dark, it quickly runs the body of the body, so as not to be in case.

Sure enough, this time, the so-called wine has a little bit of difference from the last time. It doesn't look like any abnormality, the color is exactly the same, and there is no difference in the smell of the smell, but after waiting for a while, the tip of the tongue is a little more numb. If you don't feel acute after going to the advanced witch, I am afraid you will not be able to find this subtle difference. Under the horror, the meditation of the sorcerer's mouth and the sorcerer's sorrow and sorrow.

For a long time, although the talent in practicing medicinal witchcraft is far less than that of Alice, the time spent in this area is extremely limited. However, as a powerful witch, Yang Ling is confident that refining this nameless poison is not difficult. Plus the life spring water that I drank before and the antidote to Alice's refining, even if I drink the whole glass of poisoned wine, it's fine. With no fear, he did not move, did not immediately reveal the other's tricks, calmly look down, ready to see what the other party is playing.

"Mr. Yuri, if I remember correctly, you should be the last outsider who has entered our tribe in these decades!" Seeing Yang Ling knowing the plan, he sipped the poisonous Hennessy, and the old woman smiled. "Isn't it strange in your heart, why are our tribes not attacked by the squirrels, why are we not even a man in the tribe?"

The good drama came, Yang Ling took advantage of the situation and pretended to be puzzled and said: "Yes, the plucking of the Ural Mountains is too much. Under the madness, even the holy guardian warriors around me can't stop it. Outside There are so many squirrels everywhere, I really don’t understand why they don’t dare to come to the valley. Do they have no interest in these sweet breadfruits in the valley?”

"Hey, they really didn't dare to come in. Without the orders of the Gaerja Mountain, there would be no tribes who dared to approach our tribe!" Perhaps it was Yang Ling’s painful foot, perhaps remembering something that could not be looked back. The old woman gnashed her teeth. "For hundreds of years, no earthen rat has dared to go to our tribe to make trouble. But who knows our price? Do you know how much we paid for the inheritance of the tribe?"

Perhaps it is thought that Yang Ling could not escape his control after poisoning. Perhaps it was depressed for hundreds of years and there was nowhere to vent. The old woman’s face changed and revealed her true colors. Gritted teeth, cold eyes and ruthless, where is also like a kind old woman, is simply an old witch who is not dead for a thousand years.

"Grandma, don't be angry, don't say it again!" Seeing the old woman's angry face pale, the girl Lucy said and explained her kindly to her back. The eyes are red, and the tears swirl in the eyelids, as if they can always emerge like spring water.

"Tomorrow is the last day. If you don't say it now, maybe there will be no chance forever!" The old woman smiled coldly and then said it.

It turned out that in order to avoid the scourge of war, the entire tribe moved together from the distant Della Empire all the way to the Ural Mountains to find this hidden valley to settle down. Relying on the abundant resources in the mountains, I have lived a peaceful and stable life for two years. Unexpectedly, the good times are not long. After living for a few years, a group of terrible high-level squirrels came near the tribe, and the men who went hunting were taken one by one.

At the beginning, people thought that it was only a group of hunger-stricken squirrels, so they narrowed the scope of hunting, even by growing breadfruit and various vegetables and fruits in the valley. Unexpectedly, even if the door is closed, the terrible earth-drawing rat is still coming to the door. Turning a blind eye to fresh breadfruits and vegetables, specializing in the removal of strong young male surnames, and never actively attacking tribe women and children. Instead, they help them block other Warcraft that are hunting in the valley.

After repeating the same thing many times, people quickly found the law. Basically, these terrible high-level squirrels come once every other month, only one adult male surname is taken at a time, never in the valley; however, people are not allowed to leave the valley. Whoever arbitrarily rushed out, immediately was taken over by a large group of squirrels and killed alive. That feeling, as if everyone has become a prey for the squirrel captive; although it sounds incredible, but over time, people are more and more sure of their own guess.

When I first moved to the valley, there were more than a thousand people in the entire tribe. However, as the number of young male surnames decreases, fewer and fewer offspring are born, and a cycle of bad surnames is slowly formed. The number of ethnic groups is less than one year. Slowly, the goal of high-order soil plucking is extended to all male surnames, from boys to bearded white heads. The time interval is also extended from one month to two months, three months, until three full years. After three years, if the tribe could not hand over a male surname, the squirrels would kill them and tear the dozens of women into pieces for swallowing.

"So, are you going to hand me over, in exchange for the peace of your tribe for three years?" Under the explanation of the old woman, Yang Ling quickly understood what was going on, and thought that she said that tomorrow is the last day, and immediately thought of the other side. Thoughts.

"Oh, yes, blame you for blaming yourself at this time!" The old woman smiled sullenly and said coldly: "If it was a few decades ago, you met such a strong man, maybe we still Will leave you to stay with the widows to see if you can have more than a few baby boys. Now, there is no choice, even if you have more than a few baby boys, you can only live for a few more years! When the time of the big turmoil rushed out, there would be no chance in the future!"

For more than a hundred years, the tribe has not resisted, and has repeatedly rushed to the outside despite casualties. However, every time I couldn’t get out of the heavy siege of the plucking rat, I had to stay in the valley in desperation, I hope that what miracles can happen in a day.

However, when there were many people, there was still hope for it. Now there are only a hundred women left in the tribe, and there is no male surname. If you don’t gnaw your teeth, you may never have a chance to rush out. After the unprecedented heavy rain, many plucked rats lost their living caves and stored food. Under hunger, they not only attacked the World of Warcraft in the forest, but even attacked each other wildly. The situation was chaotic. Lived for so long~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old woman understands that this is the best time for the tribe to rush out.

Originally, she was worried that she would not be ready to rush under the rush. I don’t know how to cope with the plucking of the tribe’s dignitaries tomorrow. Yang Ling accidentally broke into the valley and gave her a big chance. As long as you hand over Yang Ling, you will have more time to prepare for the rush.

"You have poisoned us, there is no antidote, even a dragon is also weak. Hey, you should not be struggling with effort!" The old woman said while pulling a bundle of tough rough vines from the corner. Prepare to tie the poisoned Yang Ling.

Kill her, or simply put it into the base camp of the rodent?

Looking at the old woman who thought she had succeeded in conspiracy, Yang Ling deliberately pretended to be weak, letting the crystal goblet fall to the ground and fall into pieces, causing an illusion of poisoning. With sufficient preparation, the old woman's poison has no effect on him; as long as he suddenly attacks, he has 100% confidence to kill the other side, and even killing the entire tribe is not difficult. The problem is that the domesticated high-level soil plucking mouse does not have any specific information about the soil plucking rat. If you want to quickly find the squirrel king and domesticate it, it may be a good opportunity to count!

(To be continued) ()