The dagger was about to slip out of his pocket. He immediately grasped the dagger tightly and pushed the scabbard forward with one hand, revealing the sharp dagger blade—
There was another flower in front of him, the darkness disappeared, and the light that was difficult to adapt made Ye Zhao close his eyes, and at the same time, his right hand, which was hanging down, held the dagger and slammed it backwards!
A voice like a baby's cry suddenly sounded, tender but shrill, which seemed very strange in this situation.
The sharp teeth that bit Ye Zhao's waist loosened, and he rolled down from mid-air, pulling out the dagger he had been holding with his right hand.
Ye Zhao fell to the ground, rolled around and changed to a half-kneeling position. He supported his knee with his left hand, and swung his right hand abruptly. He raised his head and stared coldly at the beast in front of him. After seeing it clearly, he was stunned for a moment—
Because the root in front of me is not even a beast!
The goat-like body is strong and sturdy, and the white hair is extremely long, which hangs down from the back along the texture of the muscles, wraps the powerful limbs, and even rubs the ground. On the top of the neck is a human face, although the face is terribly twisted, the white hair on the forehead blocks the entire eye position, only the arched bridge of the nose and the cracked lower face can be seen. As for the mouth behind the ear, that mouth was now half-open, spitting out thick and hot breath, and the exposed teeth were like tiger teeth, with two extremely sharp ones on the top and bottom, and Ye Zhao's blood on them. Where the ears were supposed to be, were two horns that were equally sharp compared to the teeth, curled up and stretched upwards, while the blood-red eyes that had shocked Ye Zhao before were strangely growing under the armpits. place before.
Ye Zhao should have stabbed the dagger into its chin just now. At this moment, blood is pouring out there, dyeing the entire front chest red, slipping through those strange eyes, dripping down the white hair, and soaking the ground. A thick layer of fallen leaves.
Fallen leaves? Ye Zhao Yuguang swept it again and found that the place he was in now looked like a depression in the middle of a mountain forest, but he didn't have the intention to take a closer look at the specific place.
The pain in his waist has been irritating his meridians, and the blood vessels seem to be enlarged, and the pain jumps up and down, making him feel slightly dizzy. , has been staring at this monster.
Except for the place where Ye Zhao pierced just now, there are several obvious wounds on its body, which are large and long. The hair in those places has peeled off for some reason, and Luo has exposed scratches that have not yet been scabbed and deep to the bone. hurt.
Strangely, after being stabbed by Ye Zhao, it didn't move, but just stood there, hanging its neck slightly, gasping for breath, as if it was hurt to the core by the dagger. The blood-red eyes stared at the dagger in Ye Zhao's hand, and the black pupils contracted obviously, like anger, more like... fear!
Ye Zhao stared into its eyes, and the right hand holding the dagger moved slightly—
really! With the movement of the dagger, the monster's eyes zoomed again.
However, Ye Zhao's actions also broke the deadlock.