How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute

Ding Yang drove a flying sword and shuttled among the tall buildings. Behind him followed a black shadow: that shadow was like a huge bat that spread its wings and glide in the dark night. In between, biting Ding Yang tightly.

It is already close to the edge of Jiangjin and belongs to the category of the "old city" in terms of division-while Xu Shenxing's Ying Apartment is located in the suburbs at the junction of the old and the new city.

As long as you hold on a little longer and reach that big guy's territory, you don't need to be afraid of the guy behind him.

Ding Yang thought in his heart.

But then he discovered that flying into the buildings to avoid the person behind him seemed to be a wrong choice.

He fumbled for a long time, and finally the first flying sword "Feixing" made with the copper of the first mountain was not a flexible type. Shuttle between the tall buildings not only failed to distance the guy behind him, but On the contrary, it was bitten tighter.

If it is in a relatively empty place, it may be a better choice to escape with all your energy. But Ding Yang and Qin Xingyan are different from the best among the monks, and he is even able to cross the threshold of a practitioner, almost everything. They were all found out by themselves, and the cultivation techniques were half-obsessed and half-guessed. All the terms of practice were explained by the Tao Zang that they had learned. It was so easy to get the true essence and become a practitioner.

But it is precisely because of this that Ding Yang's spiritual power is extremely awkward, and his full strength Yujian Feida can only last a few minutes at most...It will only be worse if he is overtaken without spiritual power.

That's why he consciously took the enemy to Xu Shenxing, the only "senior expert" he knew.

"Qiu——!"

Just as Ding Yang tried to focus his attention on the intricate vengeance ahead, a dark red light gathered in the mouth of the black shadow behind him.

Then, with the sharp sound of a whistle, a few big basketball **** shot towards Ding Yang's back!

"Fucking?! Foreign monsters can actually set off guns?"

Ding Yang, who was startled, hurriedly pressed Feijian, and was able to avoid the ball of light that was shot towards his back.

However, what surprised him was that the ball of light quickly slowed down after flying over his head, and flew towards him again.

"Lying grass hastily...Is it still followed?!"

There were missiles in front and chasing soldiers behind, and Ding Yang was about to be attacked by both ends. So he gritted his teeth amidst the sparks and fire, and immediately made a decision.

Because the planning of the old city is unreasonable, some high-rise apartments are not as far apart as the current residential area, but are very close. The distance between the balconies of the two buildings is even less than one meter. And know how narrow this small alley is.

Coupled with the racial talent of the Chinese people who are good at using space, there are many messy things in the gap between the two buildings, such as clothes to dry, strange billboards, air-conditioning boxes...

Ding Yang had never flew his sword in such a narrow place.

But now I can't take care of so much anymore-the chaser behind him has a wingspan of more than three meters, and he is even more inflexible in it than him. As long as he is a little careful, he should be able to use the terrain to throw away the opponent.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just a little bit, because it’s so close to the destination!

So Ding Yang went straight into such a narrow alley.

As he expected, the shadow stopped at the entrance of the alley!

It's a success! He cheered so in his heart.

However, before he tasted the joy of success, those few light bullets also chased in!

This made Ding Yang couldn't help but swear swearing.

Fortunately, although the speed of the light bomb is fast, the trajectory of the shooting is easy to judge, and it is not difficult to avoid it...

But at this moment, Ding Yang felt a chill in his heart.

During the flight, he saw a pair of siblings, about five or six years old, on a small balcony not far from him. The little boy who looks slightly older is standing on a small bench, putting his feet on his feet and trying to raise his hands, trying to reach a happy sheep balloon wrapped around the clothesline, while the little girl has a worried expression on her face. The ground is leaning on a small bench for my brother.

When he noticed this, the sharp howling sound that seemed to carry a breath of death was not far behind him.

"Never let those two innocent children be affected!"

With this thought, Ding Yang stubbornly twisted the flying sword, and then spilled a handful of small silver beads.

It was a sword embryo that was originally intended to be refined into a sword pill, but it has not yet been formed due to the lack of materials and refining methods.

Ding Yang calmly watched his sword embryos worth more than 500,000 U.S. dollars and the light bullets disappear with the raw materials, and then frowned slightly.

One missed!

Do you use Fulu? No, it's too late to build spells!

He didn't even have enough time to think about it. After another thought, Ding Yang set up his flying sword and ate a flash of light.

The powerful impact made him feel as if he had been hit by a train, and the whole person fell involuntarily.

But even so, he still smiled.

Even if it was just a hasty response, he still successfully blocked all the light bullets.

However, this did not end.

The screaming sound again changed his expression: that dark shadow actually released the second batch of light bombs!

"Run away..."

He could only shout to the two stunned children in a hoarse voice.

But everything is too late.

A luminous bullet passed through the little boy's body, his right shoulder and chest were hollowed out, and blood was splashed on the protective glass outside the balcony.

The next moment, the entire balcony was hit by several light bombs, and it collapsed just like that.

"cough--!"

After smashing the outer box of an air conditioner, a rain shield and a few drying racks, Ding Yang finally fell to the ground.

Even after becoming a monk and possessing a relatively strong physique, he still lost half of his life.

But he still clenched his teeth to support the wall and stood up, limping to the mound formed after the balcony collapsed and crashed to the ground.

A small white hand was exposed there.

It's the little girl's hand.

Ding Yang digs up the dirt with his hands with the idea of ​​"maybe there is still a rescue".

But there was only one hand buried there.

The girl's body was still completely smashed, and only vague flesh and blood could be seen.

"..."

After a while, he folded his wings and turned into a cloak-like black shadow falling from the sky, and he was taken aback when he saw Ding Yang standing there quietly.

"Don't run away?"

He spoke in half-baked Mandarin.

"Seeing my compatriots die tragically in front of me, and as if I haven't seen a violent escape, I will never get the idea in my life."

"That's it," Sombra nodded, his voice still a little stiff, but even so, you can still hear the arrogance in his tone: "I knew that killing a few yellow-skinned monkeys would make you stop, I don't have to spend that much. A lot of power."

Ding Yang tore off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing his sturdy figure and the curse marks all over his upper body.

"Are you dying to struggle?" Sombra said disdainfully.

"Dying struggling? Me—"

Ding Yang sneered, folded his hands together, and the curse marks on his body burst into bright white light, and began to rotate slowly like gears, gradually transforming the vitality in the body into spiritual power.

"I will kill you!"