Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

The bodies of the villagers were gradually deteriorating. They didn't seem to notice the abnormality in their bodies, and rushed towards the werewolf clamoring!

"Kill the monster!"

"Kill the monster!"

"Don't let it destroy the sacrifice!"

Their figures were gradually replaced by black shadows, and they picked up all the weapons they could get around and rushed forward.

The werewolf's golden beast eyes glowed in the dark, and the muscles of its body agitated with its movements, full of a sense of strength. It moved swiftly and swiftly, and for a while it was hard to tell which was better.

"It hurts!"

"Smash its arm!"

The old man at the end of the line shouted, and the villagers seemed to have received some kind of order, and aimed their weapons at the werewolf's injured right arm!

"Roar--"

The werewolf couldn't dodge in time, and the cold iron object hit his arm. It roared, and the beast's pupils were filled with bloodthirsty dark light.

——Jin Jin.

——It was going to find Jiang Zijin.

The werewolf could clearly perceive that the breathing sound of the people under the pit was getting weaker and weaker, and their lives would be in danger at any time.

It was panting heavily, and the bronze-colored strong shoulders were covered with sweat, and when it penetrated into the wound, it felt like a sharp pain like a needle prick.

"Kin..."

The villagers were overjoyed when they saw that the arm used to attack the werewolf was useful.

"The monster that destroys the sacrifice of the evil god!"

"Kill it!"

The werewolf didn't care about the pain in his body, and he didn't have any scruples in his movements. With strength in his limbs, he jumped up from the ground, and with his fangs out, he rushed towards the villagers biting.

The splashed blood drenched its whole body, and the werewolf's attack was like that of an ordinary beast, relying on its astonishing bite force and speed to bite off the villagers' necks.

The thick red of the blood dyed the soil in this piece of dark red.

No, they should not be called human beings.

The werewolf grabbed the old man's neck, and the old man's cloudy eyes protruded, and the black mist distorted and deformed, revealing a pair of pure black pupils, full of fear and anxiety.

"help me!"

There are not many villagers left on the site. They are afraid of the werewolf's ability and hesitate to go forward. The part of human character has not been completely assimilated.

"Clan elder!"

The werewolf didn't kill him, and began to speak in a rough and difficult manner.

"Step aside."

Unknowingly, the sky began to rain again, and the rain washed the hideous wound, soaking the edges white.

The werewolf's face turned pale, and the blood from the wound no longer seeped out, and the blood seemed to have drained.

It supported its body precariously, and its hands were still tightly wrapped around the villagers' necks.

Anyone can see that it is already at the end of its strength.

The old clan's eyes rolled upwards, and when he saw the incense on the altar being extinguished by the rain, his expression of fear prevailed.

"Kill it..."

He yelled at the villagers not far away, "Leave me alone, kill it!"

The clan elder struggled vigorously, and finally there was a 'click', his neck softened, blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he rolled to the ground.

His body was completely covered by the black mist. When the black mist touched the werewolf's skin, it was hot like a flame, and the skin made a 'sizzling' sound when it was roasted.

"Well!"

The werewolf let go of his hand, and scalded blisters quickly rose from the back of his hand.

When the villagers saw that the tribe was old and dead, their emotions became even crazier, and the black mist seemed to roll towards the werewolf purposefully!

"Kill it!"

"The monster killed the clan elder!"

The rain hit the werewolf's face, and its robust body convulsed unconsciously because of the pain.

The corpses on the ground were stacked one on top of the other, and its physical strength had reached its limit. It exhausted its last bit of strength and threw the villagers off.

The werewolf fell to his knees on the ground, his arms could no longer feel any pain. He lay down on the ground and crawled towards the pit with his only remaining hand.

"Kin..."

The scarlet soil coated its body with a layer of stinking dirt. Its skin was covered with burns of varying degrees of severity. The blisters were worn away, and the reddish flesh inside could be seen faintly.

"Kin..."

The werewolf's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, and he crawled towards the pit step by step entirely by instinct.

The nails of all five fingers were turning outward, and blood stains flowed out from the gaps between the nails.

It remembered Jiang Zijin's eyes were red when he rejected it in the cave in the morning.

Thinking of Jiang Zijin calling its name, wearing the garland it wove for her on her head, her voice was soft and sweet.

Its female is very afraid of pain, very delicate, and completely unable to protect itself.

How terrified it must be to be kidnapped by these villagers.

The werewolf clenched his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

Its weight is not light, and it is very painful to drag it forward only by the strength of fingers, ten fingers connected to the heart, and when it climbs to the edge of the pit, there is blood flowing from it behind it.

All five fingers were covered with mud and blood, and the dirty black hair limply stuck to his face, making him look in a state of embarrassment.

"Kin..."

It saw the coffin at the bottom of the pit, and its heart tightened suddenly.

The wolf's tail was broken in half, and it hung limply on the ground.

'boom--'

The werewolf rolled in from the bottom of the pit, and the blisters from being burned hit the dirt and gravel on the ground, causing its eyes to go black in pain.

It whimpered softly, staggered up from the ground and began to push the coffin lid.

"Kin..."

The werewolf's body was in pain, cold and hot, and the rain was pouring on his body, all five of its fingernails were turned over, and the blood was stained on the pitch-black coffin, which was washed away by the rain.

The heartbeat fluctuated violently, and the excessive overdrawn physical strength made his injury more serious. The werewolf's throat overflowed with the cry of exertion, and the veins on the forehead burst out.

"Ho-"

Finally, the tightly closed coffin began to loosen.

The werewolf's heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, and the metacarpal bones on the back of his hand were protruding. With only one person's strength, he pushed the coffin half a meter away from the opening.

"Kin..."