“Let go of me! Let go of me! ”
The little girl struggled desperately, kicking and biting, but her strength was like a centipede shaking a tree in front of the Protoss monks.
“Stop!”
The old man roared angrily, wanting to rush over to save people, but two protoss cultivators stood in front of him at the same time, one sword and one sword, forcing him to retreat again and again.
The middle-aged man in the lead walked over slowly, took the little girl from his companion’s hand, pinched her chin, and looked it up and down.
“The little cub of the ghost clan.”
His voice was cold, with a kind of cat-and-mouse cruelty, “He looks good.” It’s a pity that the bloodline of the ghost clan is not worthy of living. ”
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