Wolves are fiercely flocked animals. Many people like to use wolf nature to describe ferociousness, unity and even loyalty. But in fact, wolves are just the enforcers of the jungle rules, and more of them are born with animal nature. Wang Xiaofeng has not carefully studied what wolf nature is, but he always feels like a fierce lone wolf back then, wandering in the jungle where there is no depth.

And now, he felt that he had become a sheep without minions, a moving blood bank, and would become the best prey for hungry wolves at any time in the wild.

The attributes of the level seven demonized wolf are lower than those of the level six disabled skeleton. If you become a monk halfway, you will become a monk halfway. The parallel goods cannot compare to the original imported ones.

When I really started to kill, I found that my original perception was actually very wrong. The hundreds of experiences on these demon wolves were really hard to get. The demon wolves' attack frequency was fast, and the chance of a critical strike was quite high. Several consecutive critical strikes could force the little female thief who Wang Xiaofeng had full treatment into half of his blood.

What is depressing is that there seems to be a time limit for killing wolves. If you can't handle it or the target of the demon wolf's hatred within fifteen seconds, it will raise its head and roar, call on friends, and attract three or four companions to chase them and jump up and down. Fortunately, a certain nurse with full intelligence points is still powerful at this stage, and killing wolves is risky and life is worry-free.

Time flies in their rush.

Just when Wang Xiaofeng reached level seven in a string music, it was already early in the morning in the game, with the moon hanging in the west and the sky darkening in the east. The surrounding environment suddenly became a little quieter, no human voices, no wolf howlings, only the rustling sound of the wind passing through the treetops.

But shadows that shouldn't have appeared in my mind, vague youth, sunset, hillside, return birds, fragrance in my nose, lovers by my shoulders, unswervingly holding hands, and ultimately betrayal...

As if she understood the sadness in Wang Xiaofeng's eyes, she stood quietly beside her without saying a word, accompanied Wang Xiaofeng to look at the remaining moonlight on the treetops, counting the lengthened edges of the shadows.

"Qiuyue, have you ever been in love?" "Hmm? What?" "Nothing, I was thinking about something just now." Facing the little beauty's eyes full of exploration, Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but wonder: "How old are you?"

"Nineteen." Her answer was very small, and Wang Xiaofeng recalled a little before she could hear it. She smiled relievedly. No wonder she was so unique. She was only nineteen years old, and she was still a green age with a flying personality. "I am still in middle school?"

The little beauty gave Wang Xiaofeng a blank look, turned around and walked to the tree on one side, and sat down quietly to rest. The long-term killing of monsters also made Wang Xiaofeng a little tired. He took the opportunity to rest for a moment and sat next to the little girl thief to enjoy the people and the moon.

While relieved, Wang Xiaofeng lamented that his youth was fleeting, and that twenty-four years old was really no longer youth. If he really had a little unclear relationship with this little girl, would he be a bit suspicious of eating young grass? If the relationship lasted for a long time, how could it be... Wrong, if you are willing, no matter how old he was! Wang Xiaofeng clenched his fists hard and soaked his own girl so that others would have no girls to fuck!

In the forest, except for the occasional howl of wolf, there is only a faint breath in my ears.

The moon has set and people are still awake. There are three or two stars holding the clouds, and the man and his daughter stepping on the clouds with only a few feelings.

Alas, it’s a pity to have such a romantic night. What’s depressing is that she has been hiding in the misty night, relying on the thief’s primary hiddenness, Wang Xiaofeng can’t feel a trace of warming up in the air.

Forget it, only if you have a pure heart and few desires can you correct your results. If Wang Xiaofeng takes her as his girlfriend, wouldn’t he be a real old cow? Although he has always claimed to be free in love, the pressure is a bit too great after all. Let it be natural, so as not to be issued a good person card. Comrade Xiaofeng’s reputation in this life will be gone.

While thinking about it, I felt something strange coming from my side for some reason. I turned my head to look at it, but I saw her sticking to Wang Xiaofeng at some point. Her pretty face was slowly approaching Wang Xiaofeng's cheek... Wang Xiaofeng's heart trembled, girl, don't be so active, you should be the brother who takes the initiative... Okay, you won, I close my eyes!

"There are thieves."

Tasting the whispers in his ears, Wang Xiaofeng felt a faint feeling of loss. There are indeed thieves, and there are thieves, you, the thief! Seeing her jump out of the darkness, he couldn't help but sigh at the little girl's meticulous thoughts. Their actions seemed to outsiders to look like the shyness of the little daughter's family.

Wang Xiaofeng took a few deep breaths to calm down his mind, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth; this sneer was a habit he had continued two years ago and a habit before killing people. His staff was slightly raised, and a huge holy light bullet aimed at two green lights in the darkness and flew straight over.

With a demonstrative growl, a faint red word of -68, the adult demon wolf rushed straight to Wang Xiaofeng. Perhaps the glory of the Holy Light Bomb was too dazzling, and Wang Xiaofeng estimated that the effect was a signal flare similar to that of action, with vague murderous intent locking on Wang Xiaofeng's back.

Don’t ask Wang Xiaofeng how he could feel a little misty murderous intent. In fact, it was a faint intuition that was accomplished by countless assassins and duels; he could just feel someone looking at him from behind, and a long-lost excitement was revealed in his eyes.

Excited? Don't get me wrong, this is the bloodthirsty excitement of the thief.

The other party should be a veteran and an assassin who often wanders in the shadows, because Wang Xiaofeng could not hear the slight footsteps left by the primary hidden hidden behind him. No thief could call him a "master" in front of Wang Xiaofeng. These two words were too heavy for them.

This is Ye Lan's conceit.

Although, he is now a sacred sacrifice of light, passing by the wind.

The adult wolf bites Wang Xiaofeng for more than thirty damage, and the attack frequency is two seconds. Wang Xiaofeng's health has dropped by one third in less than ten seconds, but there is no critical effect. Wang Xiaofeng turns around and retreats, and then hears a whistle. The wolf begins to summon the same kind, and slips into the forest with oil on the soles of his feet.

Several murderous intent fluctuated, and the moonlight on the edge of the open space seemed to be condensed.

He ran away in the direction of someone who felt that he was feeling, and turned around and fired the holy light bomb from time to time to attack the demon wolf; Wang Xiaofeng, who made a kite flying but was a little embarrassed, looked like a huge glow stick in the night. The thief hidden in the dark may be able to see that Wang Xiaofeng did it on purpose, and he couldn't figure out why he was reckless and did not have the vigilance of a master, but there was no reason for not solving the task targets delivered to the door.

No matter how you look at it, this level seven priest is also a situation of death. There are evil wolves chasing them and ambushers hiding in the forest in front. Although there is no gain in killing him now and there are no newbie protection, the boss is not allowed to be happy at the end of the month.

Thinking of the bonus, the two lurking thieves still held their breath quietly, which showed their good professional qualities.

In front of me were two big trees three meters apart. The two trees were not mostly broad-leaved trees in the forest, but rather pine and cypresses that are common in Beihan, straight and slender. The three demon wolves chased each other, only two meters away from Wang Xiaofeng; especially the half-blooded one, who had been following Wang Xiaofeng's buttocks, and teased someone's buttocks from time to time.

Wang Xiaofeng could only give himself a healing technique early to prevent himself from being dealt with by the demon wolf behind him before he could hook up with the lurking thief.

The tip of the ear moved slightly, and two suppressed breathing sounds reflected in the ears. The fire stick in Wang Xiaofeng's hand turned slightly, pointing to the thief hidden behind the two big trees. I felt that the two breaths disappeared for a moment. Wang Xiaofeng's sneer quietly disappeared, his eyes narrowed slightly, could he not help but take action?

Two familiar and unfamiliar silver-white lights burst out from the corners of their eyes, and they passed a slight arc and stabbed quickly. Whether it was a coincidence or a habit, the targets locked by the two backhanded back pricks were Wang Xiaofeng's throat. In fact, Wang Xiaofeng wanted to make up for their homework, and the weakness of a person's body is not only the throat.

For skills like being stabbed with a long start, the best attacking area should be the target's back spine!

Since these two old thieves didn't understand, Wang Xiaofeng could only say luck in secret. His feet bent slightly, his body was instantly low, and two cold lights shaved over his head, and his hair suddenly exploded.

He fell to the ground, and the famous donkey rolled over and rolled out of the thorn. The demonized wolf with residual blood chased after him reluctantly, leaving his two companions to deal with the two humans who suddenly appeared.

Two low roars, or the two thieves had not yet reacted from the shock just now. Shocking? The exact description should be astonishment. If someone could avoid his complete preparation and was sure to have a blow, Wang Xiaofeng would probably be like them, staring at his eyes and being stunned.

The call of the wolf has no accumulation of hatred at all, and will only attack the enemy target closest to him. The attack frequency of the level 7 demonized wolf is a bit high, and its attack power is very considerable. How much defense and blood can two level 3 and 4 thieves have? Two muffled groans and two rapid biting sounds.

Eight seconds later, Wang Xiaofeng dealt with the remaining blood wolf at hand, and turned his head and could no longer see any figure.

The two demon wolves should have strategically retreated after solving their opponents. There were no corpses or falling, which made Wang Xiaofeng curse: The death of evil novices is not punished and protected!

A familiar silver-white light caught a glimpse of the corner of her eyes. A muffled groan accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling, Qiu Yue slowly walked out of the shadow of the forest. Wang Xiaofeng could see a hint of admiration and dissatisfaction flashing in her shining starry eyes. Dissatisfaction? Girl, what are you dissatisfied with?

The sound of rustling footsteps was remembered in the forest, and a bright moonlight shone through the forest, shining on her slightly fascinating face. Before Wang Xiaofeng could give his suggestion to return to the city, her figure hid in the remaining moonlight and leaned towards the darkness of a big tree.

Wang Xiaofeng was silent. He finally met a beautiful, gentle and quiet girl. He never thought about it but was a full warrior. Forget it, he sacrificed his life to accompany the beauty. He failed to become a desperate mandarin duck when he killed the wolf last time. This time he had to experience living and dying together, laying some emotional foundation for his future happy life.

"Brother, I have a strong idea. All three sons and the others have been hung up."

"The idea is tough? You have more than 30 or more fights, but you have strong ideas?" I let the little skeleton's bone stick hit the shoulder, and there was a little ferocious on my face. I roared at the Jiushu Tian behind me: "I can't kill them today, do you believe it or not, I will make you unable to harden them!"

I couldn't help but feel wronged when I wanted to go down to the Ninth Heaven. What's the matter with me? Then I gritted my teeth and remembered someone's handsome face, but the fireball in my hand was rubbing harder...

"He is there!" "The mage instantly!" "You will die with the wind!" "Where is that female thief?"

Dozens of figures appeared in front of him. Even Wang Xiaofeng, who had amazing concentration, was shocked. Before Wang Xiaofeng could say a few words, three or four level 2 mage players had already fired fire at Wang Xiaofeng, and several magic missiles roared, taking away Wang Xiaofeng's health in total.

Ding! Some players attack you and enter the 30-minute self-defense counterattack time.

Wang Xiaofeng swallowed, thinking that it was at most four or five players in a team, but he didn't expect to directly pull out four or five teams and dozens of animals. He quickly reminded Qiuyue to make a strategic shift and shouted at the top of his throat: "The wind is tight! Huh!"

Wang Xiaofeng snorted coldly, looking at the group of players from the Nine Heavens surrounding him, and hit a holy light bomb at the current level 2 warrior. He shouted loudly: "Look at the bomb!" The players were obviously stunned, and the current row of soldiers were on their pace.

Wang Xiaofeng turned around and ran away. His movements were so cool that he could be said to be flowing and his determination to run away were deeply understood by the essence of guerrillas. As soon as these players appeared, Wang Xiaofeng had no intention of fighting hard. Novice could die gloriously without punishment? These group of supporting roles who died in the light were really not qualified.

The fireballs rubbed by the mages quietly dissipated the moment before they were about to be completed. The system prompted that the target had already reached the casting range.

I believe that those players at level 3 and 4 did not expect Wang Xiaofeng to escape so decisively, with such a fast speed, and with such a chic back. After a second or two, a few shrill screams came from behind Wang Xiaofeng - "Brothers! Come on! Kill him!"

This momentum is mixed with society?

He turned his head and looked at it. He saw more than thirty shaking iron and wooden tools raised high in the moonlight, and his hideous and terrifying faces were filled with strong evil spirits. His hands shivered, and the holy light bullet hit the warrior's front door, but it had no effect except taking away sixty points of blood.

System prompt: In the novice village, it is impossible to get off the line during the battle.

Wang Xiaofeng took a deep breath and ran away.

While running, I couldn't help but slander the attack skills that were not many in sacrificial professions. Why don't I bring some special effects to the Holy Light Bullets, and I will easily bring a little dizziness, repel, slowness, disability, bleeding, and burn the divine horse? Wouldn't that killing people and monsters save much effort?

He avoided the gathering place of the wolves and tried to run in a straight line to avoid being knocked out by the mages behind him with a group of missiles. But as long as he didn't get rid of him in seconds, he would be a full-blooded hero in the blink of an eye.

The characteristics of the exhaustion of the Cloth Agent profession were reflected in the early stages of the game. A mage with a slightly bloated figure ran at the end of the pursuit team panting, with a cunning look in his eyes. Seeing that others were not paying attention, he slowly slowed down his pace while panting.

"I'm going, I'm so tired, why are you running away? I've died yet..."

A trace of silver-white light flashed at the corner of his eyes, and he subconsciously raised the staff in his hand to block it, but he felt cold and numb all over, like falling into an ice cellar. Puff! It was like the sound of cloth piercing, but it was not the novice cloth on his body, but the skin in his throat.

The fat mage's pupils shrank and then dissipated. A sense of suffocation came. He wanted to shout hard but could only make a horrible sound. He covered his bloodless throat and slowly fell down. The suddenly appeared slim figure had already jumped to the side and disappeared into the shadow of the tree trunk...

A cold and strange sound was imprinted in the mage's mind, like a life-seeking magic sound, gradually taking away his weak consciousness.
Chapter completed!