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On the boundless prairie, under the night sky, a cursed fire was burning in the direction of the wild wind. It swept through the entire prairie, destroying all the creatures it encountered. Countless animals fled for their lives. Their sworn enemies, the Xiuzhe and the ferocious beasts mixed together and trampled on each other.
A young White Xiuzhe could not run anymore, but it could not stop. Once it stopped, it would either be trampled to death or burned to death. Thus, it could only run with all its might until it died.
It gradually became familiar with the water plants in front of it. Not long ago, they had passed by here and migrated to the south. There was a thrilling experience along the way. Fortunately, they escaped later. Its brain could not remember such complicated things, but it instinctively felt that this place was very dangerous.
It was too tired and ran slower and slower. Gradually, it could not keep up with the main group and was left behind by the Xiuzhe. The ferocious prairie fire burned its body and made it feel drowsy.
A gust of wind came, and the prairie fire suddenly sprang up as high as a wall of fire, engulfing all the Xiuzhe behind it.
The muddle-headed Xiuzhe immediately raised its exhausted four hooves in horror, wanting to live for even one more second!
But the wind was getting stronger and stronger, rolling mercilessly behind it.
It did not have any thoughts. It had been running for its life since it was born, and today was the same. But it still instinctively felt that the death it instinctively feared was coming unstoppably behind it.
At this time, a shadow swept across the sky.
The shadow was very fast. When the White Xiuzhe saw it, it had already stopped in the air, floating above their heads and looking at the prairie fire engulfing the prairie. The young White Xiuzhe felt that it was like a cloud, probably the kind that would rain, but it was not sure. It was just a Xiuzhe and could not understand so much. It only needed to know how to run.
The shadow only stayed above it for a short while, and then a stream of light shot out from the shadow. The White Xiuzhe panicked, afraid that the stream of light would hit it. But the next moment, it thought that it was going to be burned to death, but it found that the prairie fire behind it had actually been extinguished in an instant, and the shadow had also disappeared.
It was really a rain cloud, and it seemed to feel that it was somewhat familiar.
For a dog, it may feel that it thinks too much.
The swarm gradually stopped running, looking for water and fresh grass. The hungry beasts panted and began to hunt them. The grassland was in chaos, but it was so natural, as if this was how it should be.
…
At the foot of a hill full of flowers, in a simple house.
A black-haired woman suddenly woke up and sat up on the bed. She clutched her chest and hurriedly muttered something.
"What happened?"
In the darkness, a man's voice came from beside her.
The woman calmed down for a while before saying in panic, "I think I saw Cesbia come back. Is it a ghost? Did he come back to tell us? Could it be that Ji Xiu, Mulan, and the others have already … "
As she spoke, she began to cry.
The man also sat up and stroked her back. He sighed and said, "It's a nightmare. It's okay. It's okay. They'll be fine."
The woman shook her head and said, "Don't lie to me. I've already heard that a strange thing flew over two days ago. The witch on the eastern slope said that the devil was coming. Many people fled to the west. Why don't we also flee? Ma Yingxiu and the others might have also gone there. "
The man was silent for a while and said, "We can't leave. Think about it. If Zhuo Ma brings them back and can't find us, it will definitely be anxious."
The woman thought about it and felt that it made sense. She sighed and sat on the bed in a daze.
The man also seemed to be unable to sleep. He got out of the bed and came out of the house. He paced back and forth a few steps. The dark sky was faintly flashing with lightning, and the wild wind was blowing.
He lit a torch and said to the house, "I'll go to the pen to see if the swarm has been startled."
The house responded with an "En" and he walked around the house. However, he did not go to the pen. Instead, he went to a gloomy crypt behind the grassy slope.
The crypt was covered with hay and stored food for the winter.
The man came to the innermost part and moved away a dusty box. He then opened a secret lock and revealed an equally gloomy path.
He held the torch and walked through the path. Finally, he came to a damp and dark hole.
As soon as they arrived, a ghostly whispering voice came from inside. "Quick, quickly extinguish the fire!" It was sharp and shrill.
The man immediately dipped the torch into the damp muddy water. The whispering voice in the darkness seemed to be very angry. "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come down again? If he finds out … Did something happen? "
The man was kneeling in the muddy water and said worriedly, "Lord, the end is really coming. I'm worried …"
The whispering voice seemed to be relieved and comforted him. "It's not the last moment yet … You've completed your mission well. You and your family will receive the final salvation!"
…
The man walked out of the hole, locked it again, and hid it. Before he returned to the house, the torch suddenly shook. He was shocked. "Who is it?"
It seemed to be a gust of wind. But for some reason, his heart that had just calmed down suddenly became uneasy again.
North of the Sacred City, in the abandoned black hole.
A pale monster was holding a little monster that finally had a few strands of blue hair. It wanted to go to another cave, but it was surprised to find that the cone that had been quietly floating in the large cave suddenly opened a heavy door, and a long voice echoed back and forth.
Then it saw a shadow suddenly appear there, but it did not go in. Instead, it stood there quietly for a long time before leaving again. From beginning to end, it did not enter the door.
At this time, one of its kind tried to go in to take a look. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the door, and in just an instant, that kind of person was burned to ashes.
The door closed again, and it fled into another cave in fear, its legs trembling.
The Sacred City.
This city was not razed to the ground or burned like other cities. The sky was filled with all kinds of fighter jets and aircraft, and the shadows of aliens were everywhere.
They were searching every corner of the city. No one knew what they were doing.
There were also many figures going in and out of the temple. Some were taking pictures, some were recording, some were transmitting information, and so on.
In the inner temple, a man in a silver uniform walked out of the room and praised, "This Saintess really smells different. Her skin is so smooth, so tender that water can be squeezed out. Also, her bones are so soft. She can indeed make all kinds of poses!"
A few people in white uniforms outside laughed and said, "That's because of Brother Zhao's bravery. Some of the poses can't be done by ordinary people!"
The man in the silver uniform waved his hand and said modestly, "I can't do it anymore. I'm old. When I was young, I didn't catch up with the good times. You guys are lucky."
The man in the white uniform smiled and said, "Brother Zhao is still as impressive as before. Besides, how are you old? It's only been a few years! You have always been the big brother in our hearts! "
The man in the silver uniform shook his head and said, "You guys are flattering me. But it's true that I'm not really old. Back then, during the Starship War, I fought with my life on the line with our old captain and suffered some internal injuries. Luckily, technology is developed now. Otherwise, I would be a cripple."
The people in the white uniforms all praised and said enviously, "Brother Zhao, you're really lucky. Those who survived back then have all been promoted. We don't have that chance anymore."
The man in the silver uniform scolded, "What do you guys know? Even if you give me a hundred more Saintesses, I won't do it again. You guys were hiding at that time, so you didn't see it. That person died a terrible death …"
He suddenly took a drag on his cigarette and did not continue speaking. He sighed, and his eyes were a little moist.
The man in the white uniform did not dare to speak. He finished his cigarette, and his red and wet eyes gradually became fierce. He pulled out a pistol and walked into the room behind him. First, there was a woman's cry for mercy. Then, a gunshot rang out, and the voice stopped abruptly.
The people in the white uniforms looked at each other. When the man in the silver uniform came back, one of them tried to ask, "Brother Zhao, what happened?"
The man in the silver uniform's eyes were full of killing intent at the moment. "Remember this, never show mercy to your enemies. If you can kill them all, you must kill them all. That was because … if it wasn't for Mr. Chu …"
A man in the white uniform hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Brother Zhao, brother Zhao, be careful, be careful."
Another man in the white uniform said, "what are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here. Although we are the White Army, we are on the same side as brother Zhao. Brother Zhao, can you tell us, have you seen Mr. Chu? Did he talk to you? "
The man in the silver uniform laughed, "Who the hell am I? Can I see Mr. Chu? If I can see the old captain, I'll be lucky. Why would I talk to him? "
A man in a white uniform chimed in mysteriously, "I heard from my acquaintances in the 21st Battalion that they were the first to rush into the Inner Sanctum and found a portrait that the natives didn't have time to deal with. Can you guess who it is?"
^ (To be continued.)
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