"Seven sons, seven sons!" The familiar accent and intonation made him open his eyes. In front of him, a string of white flowers blooming on the top of the locust tree sent out bursts of fragrance. Occasionally, because of the wind, the petals and leaves fell on his body, and there were some small insects crawling in it.


    He shakes his head, shakes off all of these on his body, and carefully reaches out his hand to take down the caterpillar on his shoulder and put it on the fallen leaves. The figure in the distance waved to him, saying that it was time for him to eat. He was not in a hurry to eat, because he was not hungry after sleeping all afternoon. He just stretched out and walked slowly.


    The staple food for dinner is Huaihua congee, and there are Baozi and scrambled eggs with Huaihua in the dishes at the same table, which must have been written by mother. She always said that diet should be in line with the solar terms, so that people and nature can experience ups and downs together.


    But to tell the truth, although Sophora japonica smelled sweet, it tasted bitter, and he never liked it. Sophora honey is an exception, but it seems that he likes all kinds of flower nectar.


    "Lao Qi, what do you think when you eat? Haven''t you woken up yet The man on the other side of the table said angrily, and his chopsticks were also put down slightly, which seemed quite displeased. But it''s nothing to be afraid of. The father''s displeasure lasted much longer than he showed other emotions. This serious state, as his son, was very used to it.


    As for the rest of the family, they thought it was a reliable sign that only his mother would privately protest against his inhumanity, as it is about to happen.


    "Don''t be so fierce. Qizi took a rest today and got more sleep. On weekdays, he didn''t stay in the training ground or study until it was dark The mother said and put the rice mixed with locust flower in front of her father, but she did not intend to sit down. This is a family rule. When eating, the elders eat one table first, and then the men eat another. Finally, it is women''s turn to serve.


    He never felt that this was wrong, but he always hoped that his mother could eat together, so that his father''s face would not be so rigid and his eyes would not be sharp, as if to pierce the dining table.


    "When you wake up in the morning, you have to look like a day of rest! He is my son. He is my son. How can he sleep under a tree when he is sleepy like those wild people who are not disciplined? It''s so frivolous now. When you grow up, you''ll still have it? " The father''s voice was not amplified, which means that he did not continue to scold, just to find a step for himself after his mother refuted.


    "When I grow up, my seven sons must be a man of indomitable spirit. All your broken rules will not be put on him at that time! If he wants to be in the sword gate, he can be a savage if he wants to be. This is called the temple and the river and sea. " His mother''s words became the last voice in this memory. Unfortunately, he was not hungry at that time. The Huaihua congee had not been imported for a long time. Now, the taste has gradually disappeared.


    I have to go back to my house.


    Thinking of this, Jian Qi''s eyes suddenly opened. He wiped the blood stains in front of him with the back of his left hand, and barely regained his awareness of the surroundings. So he saw how he survived the explosion.


    The woman who claimed to represent the Lord of the Youhe was pressing on him, using her body as a protective net against the violent explosion. The price is that her body is almost broken, and the flesh and blood below her right chest is completely burned, and the exposed spine can be seen. That cold and beautiful face, has also been burned, no skin, exposed bones.


    "You And Live... " The real pink skeleton controls the movement of her jaw with her remaining muscles, struggling to make sounds. After Jian Qi nodded back to her, the only light in her eyes disappeared, and the whole body fell like a building without support. The sword seeker carefully turned the skeleton of the vampire aside, and his heart was full of five flavors.


    They''re ambushed, or, this is a trap. Whether the trap was aimed at them is unknown. The only thing that can be sure is that even the small team called by Youhe will hardly survive such a violent explosion.


    Jian Qi is standing in the ruins after the explosion, and the iron bar in his hand has disappeared. He looks around in a daze, hoping to find a surviving companion among the burning dark ruins. But reality is always contrary to expectations. The first thing that appears in his vision is not any familiar figure, but a monster walking barefoot in the fire.


    The monster has red skin, humanoid shape, behind the bat like wings and goat like horns, it is the typical image of the devil in people''s mouth. Facing the enemy from the land of sulfur and fire, Jian 7 has only one thing to use except his fists. That is, the wooden sword, green Fu, which he always carries behind his back and uses his body to protect him in the explosion.


    This evil suppressing spirit sword was held in his hand by the sword seven times. To be honest, he was not very confident, because the legend of Qingfu was always used as an instrument to suppress evil spirits. It was never mentioned whether this sword could be used in fighting.


    "Still alive? It doesn''t matter. I''ll kill you first and then I''ll take care of that Barak. We have plenty of time The devil''s voice is like a poisonous snake. After learning human speech, he gently flapped his wings, and the fire around him gave way to both sides, revealing the road between him and Jian Qi.The cruel monster didn''t rush up in a hurry. Instead, he put his long and strange arm into the ashes of the explosion below, and then pulled it out! A trident made of black steel has long been buried here, or summoned through some magical ceremony. In short, it makes a terrible wind pressure sound in the devil''s hands.


    In fact, sword seven is a mistake, because real demons don''t know how to use weapons. They believe that their bodies are better than any foreign objects, let alone carry their own weapons in this magic like way. Therefore, in fact, what he is facing is not a fierce devil, but a crafty devil.


    However, whether the devil or the devil, it is fatal to the sword seven. At least the steel fork doesn''t care whether other people can recognize the identity of its holder. It just wants to pierce three bleeding holes in human body.


    "The end of your life, man!" Voice accompanied by steel fork, with the smell of wind and sulfur, straight to the chest of sword seven! The devil''s wings are not all decorations. Relying on the structure of the wings, he can play the speed that ordinary people can''t rely on their legs and feet. In the process, he can constantly correct the trajectory by the contact between the body and the ground.


    Trident, longer than sword. The devil''s arm is also a large part more than that of Jian Qi. The two add up, and Jian Qi Leng, as a warrior, can''t find any chance to fight back. He had to retreat, but there was no completely collapsed stone wall behind him. It was doomed that simple retreat could not bring him vitality. Seeing that the tip of the steel fork was shining more and more close to him, the look of the sword seeker calmed down.


    He still has cards, and he has something that he brought from his hometown and was entrusted with his name. A deep breath, and then suddenly exhaled, with this breath, the body became as light as a bird, the ground up and down half a man''s height!


    "Drink Foot, step on the fork of the Trident, the seven swordsmen lean forward. The green Fu sword in hand has already reached the left shoulder, and is ready to swing. The target is directly at the devil''s neck!


    "Give me your life!"


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