Yuan Qingli was still wondering why the bird attacked her without warning.
The blackbird had already folded its wings and tucked them to its sides, then charged forward.
The speed was so fast that a faint crackling sound of air friction could be heard.
The black bird's sharp beak was tightly closed, its tip gleaming with a dark green light.
Is this caused by frequently eating rotten food?
Yuan Qingli was horrified; she could smell the stench of the corpse from a great distance.
The sharp beak pointed at me, and a dull ache throbbed in my chest.
She immediately felt a chill.
The blackbird arrived in an instant. Hua Lulu, standing to the side, smiled; it seemed they were about to succeed.
Of all martial arts techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed.
But speed also has its drawbacks, namely, it's difficult to control the momentum.
Our ancestors had long ago devised a way to deal with this: remain calm and composed, and stay at ease.
Yuan Qingli twisted her slender waist slightly, her upper body leaning backward. She felt a burst of heat in the air, and a dark shadow flew past her face.
A moment later, she heard the cracking sound of wings slicing through the air; the black bird's speed had actually broken the sound barrier.
A burnt smell entered her nostrils. Yuan Qingli turned around and stood firm. Two strands of hair floated in front of her eyes, their ends curled up in a ball.
The iron bridge was set up perfectly, and apart from the slightly messy bangs, the blackbird did not cause any damage.
Bo Zijing, standing beside him, remained expressionless, as if Yuan Qingli wasn't his teammate at all. He showed no concern whatsoever for her life or death.
Only Lu Xingyun wore a smile, acting as a bystander.
Looking at the black bird—this beast is definitely going to suffer.
Hua Lulu's smile froze. This guy reacted so quickly; her judgment was correct.
Sure enough, the blackbird was moving too fast and was about to crash into the wall.
Suddenly, its hairless left wing spread out, hooked onto a nearby ancient tree, spun around, and charged towards Yuan Qingli again.
Yuan Qingli tied her long ponytail into a bun, reached out and circled a few strands of hair around her ear, biting them into her mouth.
His eyes were resolute, ready for a do-or-die battle.
This time, the speed decreased slightly. When it got close to Yuan Qingli, the black bird's left wing spread out like a rain of pear blossoms, turning into a sky full of white shadows, blocking four angles, and stabbing straight at Yuan Qingli.
At the same time, its pointed mouth opened wide, revealing its dark, bony, sharp teeth.
In Yuan Qingli's eyes, the surrounding scenery had disappeared.
All that remained was a vast expanse of mist, and a stench lingered all around.
Her stomach started churning...
The stench carried the scent of corpses and blood, and Yuan Qingli seemed to see a black bird soaring in the sky, looking down on everything below, with withered bones scattered all over the ground.
It's getting closer!
Lu Xingyun already had a short sword in his hand, ready to throw it at any moment, but this time, he wasn't entirely confident.
Bo Zijin remained indifferent, eager to know all of Yuan Qingli's trump cards.
He has to complete the game, but the dungeons can't keep them cooperating forever.
There will definitely be times of confrontation.
By then, Yuan Qingli will be his greatest enemy.
Yuan Qingli crouched down, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles slightly white, exuding both elegance and resilience.
Then, to the astonishment of Lu and Bo, Yuan Qingli...
He turned and ran.
I climbed over the fence and stood behind Hua Lulu.
"Little sister, you're so scary."
The pear blossoms faded, and the murderous aura dissipated.
The black bird tumbled in the air and soared into the sky, the fierce winds messing up Hua Lulu's hairstyle.
"Sister really is a cat." Hua Lulu smiled sweetly.
"Little sister, you're amazing! How did you tame so many ferocious beasts?" Yuan Qingli showed no embarrassment at all about running away earlier.
"It's innate." It's hard to imagine that a girl of about ten years old speaks so little.
In the air, a whooshing sound crashed down again as the black bird charged toward Yuan Qingli's crown, determined not to give up until it achieved its goal.
"Go ahead, you won't catch it." Hua Lulu said softly, raising her hand without looking up.
Huh? She's trying to grab me?
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