The devil is defeated, who makes these little things whose defense and health are far inferior to the rotten corpses?

But then, the three of them were in a hurry, even the little ghost who claimed to be experienced was no exception. The agility of the fallen demon made the three women, who had just adapted to the slow pace of the rotting corpses, a little overwhelmed. They could only rely on each other to defend passively.

Fortunately, even if their defense was high enough, the Sinking Demon's small blade could only leave a trail of white marks on their cloth armor. However, Sarah, the youngest among the three, finally suffered from her height.

The devil's small knife was able to scratch her face. Although it was no different from scratching her cloth armor, the psychological feeling was completely different.

Hoho, I can't help it anymore, you damn fallen demon, you even scratched that dirty broken knife on my Sarah's face over and over again. You don't want to live anymore, do you, grass mud Mara Desert!

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Otakus generally don't use foul language, so it can be seen that the anger level in my heart must have exploded several times.

Then, a scene that was almost a replica of the rotten corpse happened again. This evil fallen demon was torn into pieces by me, and its companions also died in a particularly miserable way because of its actions.

"Big brother--!!"

"grown ups--!!"

"Xiao Fan——!!"

The sound sounded at the same time, accompanied by three menacing glances, which made me shrink my head before reacting. I immediately changed the subject with a smile - let's go, let's go find the monster now. We will definitely not take action this time.

Already...

This time it was the unlucky tough-skinned mice. They were hiding in the jungle. They thought they were safe and were playing leisurely there, but unexpectedly they had already been targeted by lazy crows in the sky.

"Let me go this time!!"

The little ghost volunteered and said that she was very embarrassed when she was in a hurry when dealing with the Sinking Demon, so this time when dealing with the tough-skinned mouse, the little guy felt that it was necessary to perform well in order to restore her tall image in the minds of everyone.

Naturally, Sarah and Willas would not argue with the little ghost. Seeing her confident look, I couldn't help but dampen her enthusiasm, so I nodded and told her to be careful.

Obviously, the little ghost wants to implement the obscene tactics that I have demonstrated. The majestic Saint of Light has a soft spot for this kind of tactics. I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. Is it because the world is changing too fast or the little ghost is too fast?

Have a "personality"?

Holding a small stone in his hand, he weighed it in his hand to estimate the weight and distance, and then gently threw it upwards. With a graceful arc, the small stone fell towards the place where the crusty mouse was in the jungle, and the little ghost

He took advantage of this little time to hide in a corner of the grass and peek out secretly.

Sure enough, with several angry chirps, four tough-skinned mice rushed out in the direction where the little ghost threw stones, circled around angrily, and then shot dozens of hard thorns randomly, unwilling to give up.

I got back in. So far, everything has been going well, but when all the tough-skinned mice got in, the little ghost still didn't come out. What's going on?

In our doubtful gazes, the little ghost finally crawled out from the corner of the grass, but its big silver eyes were filled with tears. It shouted my name and threw itself into my arms in grievance and started whimpering.

"What's wrong, little one?" I hugged her tightly and asked softly.

"Ouch~~ It hurts!!" The little ghost desperately buried its face in my arms to seek comfort. The humming and charming voice sounded from my arms.

"It hurts?" I was even more confused.

At this time, Veras quietly tugged on my sleeve, and then tapped her index finger. She looked over and happened to fall on the two buttocks of the little ghost's perky little buttocks——

There are a few hard thorns stuck in it.

Faintly, the truth finally came out. It turned out to be a dozen needles shot out randomly by the tough-skinned mouse, and a few of them happened to land on the little ghost's buttocks.

Therefore, although skills are important, luck is also a very important part. If you are not lucky, you will choke when you drink water. The current little ghost is the best example.

"Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt, be good."

Using my skills, I pulled out the thorns and gently stroked them. I whispered comfort to the little ghost who had been traumatized both physically and mentally.

"No, I won't take revenge on you unless I'm a saint."

The little ghost regained her composure, with blazing fire in her eyes. There was no doubt that if I stepped forward to stop her now, there would definitely be countless tooth marks on her head, and she might even bleed.

So, the second wave of our Holy Lady's offensive officially started. The first step was to cast stones and ask for directions. Very good. Four brainless tough-skinned mice were led out again without any surprise, and patrolled around, as if according to the procedure.

As if it were a setting, she shot dozens of needles at random. Good thing, the little ghost didn't get hit this time. When the tough-skinned mouse turned around, she had quietly come out of the corner and aimed at the one at the back.

, when it was halfway into the jungle, it gave it a hard blow with a sap.

So far, everything has been successful, but I can already predict the result...

After knocking on a sap, the little ghost turned around and left without any sloppiness. Her movements seemed to be very skillful. By the way, is this really her first time hitting a sap?

However, when I couldn't bear to witness it, I covered my face and sighed, the tough-skinned mouse turned around and shot several thorns at the back of the little ghost without any hesitation.

"Woo~~"

The little guy came back screaming again, with a few thorns on his butt...

So, if you look at others doing something simple, you may not be able to do it yourself. The wretched flow is also very technical. The little ghost has not calculated the environment, time and distance, and has no experience. If he can succeed, then he is called a ghost.

Woolen cloth.

I didn't stop her just to let her understand that experiencing Lu Gaoyin and Kurast with me can at best broaden her combat horizons. She still has to hone her experience and don't be proud of it.

big.

After this time, the little ghost seemed to have re-adjusted his mentality and started practicing with Vilas and the others meticulously. Although the little guy is usually very naughty and extremely sinister, he is still serious about business matters and has an unyielding mentality.

, allowing her combat experience to gradually increase.

Of course, I also have to make some adjustments. If I always startle them like this and hold them in my mouth, then they will really become hothouse flowers.

One month later...

Still in the bloody wasteland, on the hillside, I leaned against the big tree, enjoying the refreshing breeze, holding a book in my hand, and Princess Sanwu pinching my feet. It was a comfortable life.

At the foot of the hillside, there was originally a camp of thousands of fallen demons passing by us... To be precise, it was Sarah and the three of them. After their continuous encroachment in the past few days, there were only less than a hundred left, and now they are...
Chapter completed!