Walk! Walk!

The dumb boy gestured, grabbed a stone, and knocked it loudly.

The blood crane turned his head sharply.

"Xiao Xiao!"

A voice sounded.

The strong wind rushed down, and the little junior brother dragged his knife down from the sky, knocking open the bird's beak. The maddened crane was extremely powerful, and the terrifying strength shocked the younger junior brother almost unable to hold the heavy sword. He stepped back and plunged deep into the ruins. The heavy sword was reversed, inserted into the pile of stones, and the sword was used as a shield to block the sweeping crane wings.

At the same time, a lavender figure swept down.

The broken pillar holding down the dumb boy was swept away, Lu Xiaoxiao grabbed the boy and threw him onto the flying sword.

"Come on!"

The younger brother pulled out his heavy sword and met the blood crane with its wings slanted.

Most of the cranes in the sky are still colliding with the barrier, but a small number of cranes that have fallen to the ground have been attracted by the movement here. Lu Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth, and flew straight into the sky with his sword. At the moment of lift-off, she suddenly felt the Feijian lighten, and before she could understand what was going on, she heard the changed voice of the child in her arms:

"elder brother!"

The dumb boy who escaped from the dead jumped off the flying sword himself!

Blood.

The dazzling blood splashed into the sky.

The dumb boy in Haicheng stretched out his arms and stood in front of the strange monk who came to rescue them. He didn't know whether to stop the monk from killing the crane, or to stop the crane fairy from killing. The sharp, scarlet crane's beak hole pierced through his chest, and a hot, fiery blood splattered the big crane's eye mask and ear feathers.

The metal-like feathers fluttered up and were fixed in the air, and the edge was red with fire.

wind.

The wind picked up by the crane wings brushed against his cheeks.

Familiar, warm wind.

Every year, the old crane from the south falls from the clouds, and its wings bring a warm wind. When the wind blew, he and Amei knew that Hexian had returned. Hexian will fly them into the clouds in the early morning, take them to catch the morning tide, and see the mountains and sea... Amei has no forearms and can't catch Heyu, so Hexian asked him to weave a big bamboo basket.

He was carrying Amei, and He was carrying them.

The tide of the glazed sea, the wind in the evening.

Little Rock in the Sea Breeze.

Hexian spread out his wide wings, caged them under the feathers, and blocked the cold wind from the outside. In addition to the long and beautiful flying feathers, Hexian's wings also have clusters of fluffy down feathers, which are warm and full of the scent of white reed fruit and water. He and his sister hid under the wings of the crane fairy and always had a good night's sleep.

……elder brother! elder brother!

A sister's voice came from far away.

The dumb boy hugged the blood crane.

One person and one crane.

Stand still.

Chapter 149 A Child Riding a White Crane

The wind blew through Hecheng, and on the collapsed house, the ragged and mute boy knelt down little by little, his blood-stained knees slammed into the ruins, and a small gravel rolled down all the way, with a clear voice. The old crane was still, blood flowing through its dark brown eye mask. The boy hugged it, his cheek against the top of its skull.

Bloody hands fell heavily.

"...Brother, brother."

Ayu's pupils printed the firelight from the sky, she was dazed and dumbfounded, not knowing what happened.

The younger brother tightened his grip on the heavy saber, he subconsciously took a step forward, and then stopped abruptly.

He Ming!

sharp! shrill! Furious! He Ming!

The old crane suddenly pulled out his long blue-gray beak and neighed mournfully. The younger brother has never heard such a painful and angry neighing, like a female bird losing her young, like a mother who has been gouged out of her womb. The shrill bird chirping made his eardrums tingle, and his whole brain was buzzing.

The next moment, a gust of wind blew the ground.

"Be careful!!!" Lu Xiaoxiao reminded sharply and urgently.

Before the younger brother could dodge, he was hit hard on the chest by a force, causing him to fall backwards with a knife and a man with a knife in his eye. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the little junior brother didn't care about adjusting his breath, he just rolled on the ground, rolled to the side, and jumped up with his knife. After jumping up, he did not encounter the expected attack.

Crane didn't pay attention to him at all!

The old crane slammed into everything around him frantically, with his skull and his wings. The slender and graceful neck in the past swung like a giant snake. It rises into the sky, and then falls into the air. The beautiful Danding, which is praised by literati and poets, hits the hard stone again and again, and smashes the stone into pieces.

The wind swept through, flying sand and rocks.

Blood and feathers splattered.

"...This, this," the little junior brother couldn't believe his eyes, "Is it crazy?"

"Come on!!!"

Half-stunned and half-frightened, a strong wind blew, Lu Xiao and Xiao Yujian flew down from the air, grabbed the younger brother, mentioned him and flew towards the barrier with all his might.

As soon as he rushed out, he heard the sound of wind coming from behind. Lu Xiaoxiao grabbed his shoulders. The pupils of the younger brother who were hanging in the air suddenly widened, and he shouted in horror: "It's chasing!!! It's chasing!"

It's not that he is too timid, but that the old crane looks terrifying to the extreme. The feathers that had turned red when he was mad for some reason were all exploded, and a large piece of the flesh on the top of his head was knocked off, revealing the bones of the white forest. The blue-gray beak and the bright red claws were stained with blood.

It spread its wings and instantly reached the top of the three of them.

The black shadow came down tightly.

Lu Xiaoxiao held the younger brother in one hand and Ayu in the other, and had no power to fight back. The little junior brother was sweating coldly, gritted his teeth and was about to break away from Lu Xiaoxiao's hand, but the old crane slapped his face directly with the gust of wind.

A long cry sounded.

The crane's wings were half-folded, and the old crane made an extremely thrilling movement in the air in front of them, spinning rapidly, like a sharply swirling arrow, causing a terrifying storm. The iron feathers on the crane's wings were carried by the wind and shot out in unison, shooting in all directions. The moment the crane feather shot out, there was a series of equally sharp crane chirping sounds.

The dozen or so blood cranes that gathered were hit by the crane feathers and rushed to a higher place in pain. Pushing back the group of cranes that had gathered around, the old crane fluttered his wings, and his body was straight upwards, removing most of the remaining force of rotation. At this time, the flying sword that Lu, Xiaoxiao and the other three were holding just arrived below it. It leaned down and pressed down like a flying boat, hovering over their heads and following them all the way.