Teardown mode from scratch

In the silent forest, the sound of flapping bird feathers makes people extremely alert.A shadow turned steeply, cut down, and dived like a ghost, circled around them, and landed on a Thar branch. The silver head was tilted, and the red eyes looked down on the two of them. The ecstasy singing is more bewitching, the water surface where the sound is absent is full of poppies, and the contempt is radiating in the eyes.

"Not as good-looking as you." At this juncture, Wen Jinglan said something for no reason, and Rong Ling just answered it.

"Not as good-looking as you."

"..."

There was the sound of flapping wings again, and with swift movements, several other identical silver birds fell from the surrounding branches, as if they were waiting for the dissatisfaction of the visitor to erupt.One of them couldn't wait to jump out of the branch, and turned into a silver shadow to test the two of them, aiming at the back and neck of the comer, speeding up aggressively.

"Rong Ling, don't move—" Wen Jinglan closed his eyes, holding the handle of the knife with one hand.The other hand grabbed Rong Ling and did not let go. The shadow of the silver bird was too fast to be captured visually. Sensing the sound of the surrounding bird feathers breaking through the air approaching, the scabbard was thrown out, and the sharp blade shone with cold light. Road shadow.

"Papa—" Feathers and minced meat fell all over the ground, and pink blood slowly soaked out of the minced meat.The few silver birds that did not launch an attack opened their sharp and long beaks, and a few mournful wails brought the source of disaster to the two.

The sounds of the birds are complicated, and the shadows of the birds are light. It is like an army of birds in the sky, completely gone from the dead silence just now.The silver bird flew out from among the branches and leaves, and landed into shape, becoming a suffocating scene.

Hundreds of pairs of red eyes are like the bright red fruits of nandina bamboo hanging on the branches, full of disgust and contempt.

Those red eyes shone with fierce judgment, and the two prey that were played with in the eyes should be responsible for the whole place of bird feathers, and the designed crimes were placed on them, giving proper reasons for the cruel behavior that followed.

Wen Jinglan opened his eyes silently, and seeing that the person beside him was safe and sound, and was able to look at him with a gun in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a little calm.There is no room for negotiation, and they will face a hard fight next.

"Nimma, what a ghostly place."

"..." Wen Jinglan didn't say a word. Looking at him, he couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly. If he lost him at this time, he would definitely go crazy.Of course, they didn't have time to say the next sentence. Those birds like to destroy all kinds of atmospheres that are about to be formed, and the sullenness of others will arouse their hope of violence.

Although the two of them did not move excessively, the flock of birds still flooded in like a stimulant, drowning the two figures like a gorgeous and deadly silver vortex.The sound of the wind covered the gunshots, and the death of their companions did not affect their overall attack in the slightest. It was full of blood, and Toba's unique unpleasant smell.Wen Jinglan didn't use the knife drawing technique that he used to deal with the gecko cage that day, because based on his current physical fitness, his hands would be forced into a state of rigidity after the speed ended, and the ancient knife cut through the group of silver birds in front of him, feeling the pink color. The blood soaked the blades, as long as they were all broken.

The silver bird that dodged the attack scratched Rong Ling's left hand with its sharp claws, trying to separate them forcibly. The sore spot where a large piece of flesh was scratched off made him want to grab it even tighter, wanting to turn around and push him away. Watch closely.

If you have scruples on the battlefield, you will make mistakes. Wen Jinglan didn't hear Rong Ling telling him to "let go". After all, he was squeezed away by the birds, and the whole hand was scratched by sharp claws. The pain went away and replaced it What is killing intent.