The full-level boss takes the whole family to farm after crossing

Chapter 320 Does Pretty Sister Need My Help?
The sharp arrow crossed the forest with the sound of piercing, and pierced deeply in front of the man's toes.

If he had just taken a quick step, this arrow would have pierced him.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

The sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and the blood on the tip of the sword trickled and merged into a small river.

"I'm not hostile, I'm just here to pick someone up and go home."

The wind brings the sound of the forest.

Ethereal and cool, the tone is nice.

One second the sound was still far away, the next second, the treetops moved slightly, and the person landed in front of him.

The clothes were simple, with sawdust stained on the raised cuffs.

A face is indistinguishable, white as fresh snow, the dark pupils can't reflect the moonlight, and there is a bit of coolness in the indifference, making people afraid to look at it.

If it weren't for the soft voice just now, it would be hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The moment Yang Yuecheng heard the voice, her wagging body relaxed, "Little...you are here!"

Criterion of life: Don't call your companion's name in front of the enemy.

Lu Jingzhi looked her up and down, she was safe and sound, then he breathed a sigh of relief, hugged her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Thank her bestial instincts.

Suddenly uncomfortable.

I couldn't see anyone when I went to the library, so I found Wenxintang all the way, so I followed this road to find it.

Yang Yue burst into tears.

Heroes save beauty.

enduring.

Sensing that someone was looking at her, Lu Jingzhi looked back, looking at her without blinking.

Seeing the little girl in a daze, Bai Rong bent his eyes at her, and knew that she remembered her.

The entangled two teams finally arrived here.

Bai Rong's guards were obviously inferior to the opponent.

The man pulled up the arrow from the ground and took a closer look. It looked very strange. The place where the silver iron arrow should be was made of wood, and the place where the tail feathers were supposed to be feathers was also made of wood. It was completely natural without any carving Mark of.

"It's mine, give it back to me." Lu Jingzhi stepped forward.

Yang Yuecheng pulled her and shook her head.

The opponent is too dangerous.

She just glanced at it and was terrified.

The man asked, "How did you shoot the arrow without a bow?"

unarmed.

Lu Jingzhi thought to himself, the arrows were all taken out of the trees casually.

The wood ability has been processed at will.

Act as a deterrent.

She shook her hand.

"What a big breath."

Men don't bother with her too much.

The taller girl behind her pulled her, there was some distance between them, and the man threw the arrow directly.

The point of the arrow pointed at her.

A moment before it sank into the body, Lu Jingzhi held it.

Can't go any further.

She habitually held the arrow as a pen and twirled it around her fingertips a few times, placing it vertically next to her body.

The action is beautiful with a bit of showmanship.

The man turned his eyes to Bai Rong, wanting to ask her to go back again.

next second.

The arrow was like a golden band of light, breaking through the night and piercing his right wrist fiercely.

bang.

The bloody sword fell to the ground.

"You dare to point the arrow at my heart." Lu Jingzhi felt a little annoyed, "If I had known this, it would not fall into the soil, but into your brain."

Regardless of his astonished expression, Lu Jingzhi turned to Bai Rong and asked, "Beautiful sister, do you need my help to solve the trouble?"

They have seen it.

In Yangjia Village.

This is the woman who held her hand and helped her disguise herself as a villager.

The man stopped hesitating and raised his hand as a gesture.

He understood.

Before taking the young lady away, the little girl must be dealt with first.

Lu Jingzhi shook his left hand, and the short wooden knife fell from his sleeve against his wrist, and was held by his backhand, blocking the cutting edge of the knife.

(End of this chapter)