MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 55 Afraid of him and want to be closer to him

The sound of the sabre cut into the flesh Qing Liang heard the score clearly, and it was too numb by Dong Dong to resist the **** smell of drilling into the nose, and a large piece of red on the snow-as the blood fainted, Qing Liang's pants It was also wet together. Although the old orc scared him half-truth, it seemed to have a limited effect, but it only left him a little longer.

Lu Dazhen himself was enthusiastic, and he was eager to ponder how to go to beg Changan for a while, and let him have an addiction. He suddenly smelled a sense of excitement, and turned his head to look. He didn't know what to say.

Luda was just because he saw Qing Liang suddenly lost the day, a little bit sympathetic to the disease, and he talked impulsively, and since then Qing Liang has been living with him.

Closeness is still close, and there are some feelings. Sometimes Luda will use Qingliang as one of his brothers. However, this illusion will not last long. This "brother" always makes him feel ashamed.

Lu Da is at an age where half-sized **** doesn't understand, and has a blind zeal and admiration for the strong. In his mind, as long as a person is strong enough, even if he is unforgiving and full of evil, there is no excuse for it, and Qing Liang is a rotten mud, so even if he is gentle and kind, it is not a thing.

However, even though Qingliang did, Changan rarely reprimanded him. Luda suspected that Changan did n’t know how to reprimand. Every time Qingliang was discouraged and stood still in front of him, Changan didn't even talk to him. Whatever happened, mostly throwing him a piece of sugar and sending him away without seeing or worrying.

At this time, a few orcs who rushed into the city gate at night saw the man in front of them, and then quickly calm down-this is just an Asian beast man who did not even wear armor.

However, after all, they are cautious, because no one has seen the Asian beast carrying a large sword. There must be a demon when things are different. A few people looked at each other and had a tacit understanding. They wanted to make a quick decision, so they cooperated with each other tightly. .

Two people clamped Chang'an on one side, the purpose was to entangle the saber in his hand, the other turned into a monster in situ, snarled, and rushed forward to Chang'an from a very close distance. The powerful hind legs of the monster pushed the ground Xue pushed out how tall a person was, and the front paws went straight to Chang'an's neck with the cavities.

The beast had a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and he swooped forward loudly. Luda even felt that Changan's two heads could let him bite.

Chang'an suddenly stooped backwards, and the whole person bent into an arch. Even in the dark, it was difficult for people not to see clearly from the fiercely flaming fire. Only the hair burst when the metal collided. The intention of killing, and the sound of the blade cutting the flesh made the scalp numb.

The saber drew a round arc, and the handle slammed open the long sword that was cut. The blade was deflected, and it was thrown back from the bottom, and it was inserted directly into the throat of the giant with a firm touch. Chang'an By the power of his sword, Sheng was holding up the huge beast's body that had been crushed down, drank softly, smashed to the side, the loud noise landed, and snow and blood droplets splashed together.

The orc on one side was forced to fling away, while the other on the other side took the opportunity to get behind Chang'an-jumping high and slashing straight.

Chang'an didn't turn his head back. He carried the saber over his shoulder, and a buzzer stopped, the sound of metal friction caused a thin layer of goosebumps on the body, and he left immediately.

The saber passed around Chang'an's neck. He suddenly ran sideways in two steps and stepped on the stone wall. It was as if he “walked” on a towering vertical stone wall. His knee bent sharply in midair, and the whole person volleyed. Turned over, just dodging the sword that flat cut chased.

Then, his saber turned upside down, holding the orc's sword from top to bottom, the orc's tiger's mouth was torn violently, he was forced to release his hand, and was severely bombarded by his own hilt from below. One jaw hurt so much that he was about to cry on the spot-didn't fall.

Because he raised his neck like a **** to be slaughtered, he brought the neck to Changan's hands, and Changan immediately and politely asked his head to fly away.

The last night orc who struck the gate of the city was almost hit by his companion's head. He felt his neck squeezed by fear in a flash, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up in line. Fainted, suddenly turned into a pot of porridge, even to instinctively turn back to escape.

The man's mind had obviously become a melon, so it was cut by Chang'an.

Lu Da and Qing Liang stood on the stone steps and witnessed Chang'an didn't even say a word. They left several dead bodies on the ground.

Until this time, several guards who had separated from each other strode down from the tower, gathered up the corpse, cut off their head, casually took it with a rag, and carried it up to the tower.

Chang An wiped the blood on his face with his back, and walked to the end unhurriedly.

Luda's gaze followed him, and his eyes would light up.

He felt that the old orcs in the tribe were right, and there were only so many things that could boil the blood of men—the smell of blood, hot liquor and the carcass of beauties—the latter two were to this hairy boy It's a little bit far away, but the smell of pungent rust in the air makes Luda completely unable to wait.

He grabbed Chang'an's clothes, looked at him with a little hope, and quickly asked, "What about me? Can I do it?"

Chang'an glanced at him, nodded, and said briefly, "Go up and ask them to give you a pair of armors."

Luda cheered, disregarding his "brother" like a waste of dim sum, turned and ran to the tower, his hands on the waist tightened his sharp knife hanging on his body.

In this way, Qingliang, without any support, completely softened against the cold stones, slumped like it, staring in horror at the small battlefield where the hot air was extinguished.

One hand suddenly hesitated to rest on top of his head.

Qingliang raised her head slowly, and saw Chang Anju looking down at him. The hand struck his forehead. It was cold and cold, just like the iron knife handle.

"I didn't let them come." Chang'an suddenly stooped down slightly and kept looking into Qingliang's eyes, and suddenly he came to the village and the shop.

His eyes were dark and bright, and the corners of his eyes were swept out naturally, and the neat eyebrows were pressed by the corner of the hair. It was very nice, but this good-looking Qingliang had to be close and looked closely. Only when his face is found.

Otherwise, Chang'an is in his heart, always standing silently with a saber in his side, unsmiling.

He is like a rabbit and has an innate sensitivity that will tremble all carnivores, although Chang'an has never done anything to him or even run a few words on him, but Qingliang is afraid of him.

Afraid of him, and a little bit want to be close to him.

Therefore, by the light of fire, Qing Liang saw the pair of bears in the eyes of the other side, and then she added her fear and shame.

Chang'an will wipe the blood on his blade on the snow next to the stone steps of the tower and continue: "Whether you like it or not, there are many things you can't do, you can't help crying, you can't help frightening you. ,you……"

Chang'an "you" came here and didn't know what to say next. Looking at Qingliang's terrified look, there was no way, so he just shook his head and reached out and said, "You ... 唉You go to the shelter. "

There are already hundreds of people gathered outside the gate, and there is a slight fog in the middle of the night. From above, the shadows are not clear enough, the beasts growl and grow up, and the bows and arrows of the old hunters on the tower go like raindrops. After dropping down, the benefits of the tower were finally clear. Poke people down, one shot at a time, as if it were a forkfish at sea.

Chang'an watched the battle for a while, and then lost his patience. He was unhappy every autumn and winter. The hunting wind on the castle tower quickly caused him a headache, and there was a jump in his muscles.

So Chang'an raised his hand and picked up a corpse carried by the guards, rubbed the scalp of everyone on the tower, and threw it up.

The old orc covered his head with a whine, and growled at Changan: "You can slap someone's head on anything dirty, and make me look bloody!"

Changan facelessly said, "Dry early."

The corpse pierced through the fog and smashed an orc who was climbing up straight. Two people were killed on the ground together, one dead and one alive. The screams below couldn't tell who had come out.

At this point, the invaders immediately discovered that the conspiracy was revealed, and it was useless to bear the stubborn resistance. They were not many enough, and the dead bodies were not together. They could not form a stone step leading to the top. Therefore, they were very knowledgeable and far away There was a whistle immediately, but for a moment, these intruders who came like tides in the middle of the night retreated like tides.

The next day, until the fog cleared in the early morning, the shift guards replaced the group.

Affin, who came out early to work, carried her son who had not yet woke up, saw Changan far away, and beckoned to him: "Changan, come and help me move the maltose in the doorway to the roof!"

Chang'an responded weakly, dragging a heavy saber over, standing at the door of Affin's house and asking, "Where to put it?"

When Affin turned back, he could see his dried blood, and he made a frightful "ah", and almost dropped the small basket in the floor. She stared at him for a while, realizing that something had happened the night before. , Busy pushing Chang'an Road: "My God, do not move anywhere, you quickly go to A Ye, the blood of this body, my God ..."

Chang'an waved his hand, poked the saber aside, bent over and lifted Afen's dried malt, and lightly stepped on the roof of the protruding stone brick and laid it on the roof. Then he half-hook his eyes and dragged the sabre to the previous one. With a slow pace, he left half dead.

At this time, the people in the tribe had felt that the atmosphere had changed.

The defense of the inner city did not sleep all night, and a dozen corpses were neatly displayed on the small square where the leaders and the elders discussed daily.

At the door of the thick leather tent, there was a shouting "ahhhhh". A cry came from a man in the main account. He cried sourly. "Ahhhh" listened carefully at the door with his ears. , But first learned to cry, and "giggle" amused himself.

Chang'an intentionally gave him a kick, and his legs were lifted into the air. He remembered the great achievements of "Ahhhhh", and took it back again and again.

He opened his tent and walked in, only to see the dozens of wounded men hung at the end of the team the other night, sitting in a house with shoulder to shoulder, like a grave, full of sadness.

Changan suddenly became a big head with two heads. It was too late to retreat. Huayi saw him, beckoned him to pass, and stood up by holding Chang'an's shoulders to carry him in, just a few steps away. He touched him calmly and determined that nothing was happening. Then he was relieved, and asked him to make a small collapse for him, and patted him on the shoulder: "You go to rest first, sleep Once I woke up, I told you. "

Chang'an's eyelids were almost sticking together, and immediately facing the attention of a group of people, he lay down on Xiaotan, and his bones rattled.

He curled up his shoulders and touched the pillow. He faintly heard someone whispering something "black wind fluttering", and he didn't listen carefully, and was confused.