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- "Young man" The green-eyed man's voice was hoarse and he looked at Angelet with bright eyes. "What I can see with my eyes is exactly the same as you"
Angele did not answer these inexplicable words. He felt that there was indeed an inexplicable powerful force in this man's eyes, but this force was not offensive and defensive. It seemed like a harmless but extremely huge ball. The fog is all compressed in these eyes.
He glanced at Hylia behind him. This amnesiac man was still confused and struggling, and no longer paid attention to what was going on here.
Looking back, Angele noticed the short black stick held tightly in the green-eyed man's hand. It was only as long as a forearm and as thick as two fingers side by side. The black surface was full of scratches, just like a fire stick. almost.
For some reason, Angelet felt extremely dangerous about this stick. Different from the feeling of a stick, this green-eyed man was even weaker than an average child, as if he might die at any time, or be blown down by a strong gust of wind.
"You're very strange" Angelet smiled, his eyes flashed with a hint of blue, and the scanned image of the human body actually showed that the person in front of him was in a critical state and could die at any time and at any time. "It feels like you may be dying, but I feel like you will live for a long time."
"Young man, ignore him. This guy is a lunatic. When he goes crazy, he dances and shouts randomly." An old woman on the wooden board on one side reminded in a low voice.
Another young man further away also said: "He went crazy last night and hit his head on the board. He almost died. Fortunately, I and a few brothers hugged him, otherwise his head would It was all smashed.¡±
Angelet smiled. Without answering, he stood up and jumped out of the cart. "Okay, I'll go ahead first. My carriage is the rightmost car in the third car from the bottom."
Hylia came back to her senses, looked at Angelet's figure, opened her mouth to keep him, but still made no sound.
The green-eyed man lay back down again, still holding the short black rod tightly in his hand. "You can't defeat me" He murmured softly, holding the short black stick in his hand. More cracks slowly spread.
"The green vortex slowly rotated in the man's green eyes. The vortex was extremely hidden and could not be discovered unless he got extremely close.
Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his face became increasingly pale. "No one can defeat meNo one!!" He seemed to be groaning, but also seemed to be strengthening his belief. The hand holding the black stick became tighter and tighter.
Angelet, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned around and looked at the green-eyed man intently. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
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After Angelet returned to the car, on the next third day, the convoy met another private convoy. Hylia inexplicably proposed to leave the caravan, and at some point, the beautiful man who looked like a girl appeared beside him. And the strange thing is that the green-eyed man also left the caravan with Hylia. I don't know what means he used to get the leader of the private car team to agree to his joining.
Angelet had a vague feeling that both the green-eyed man and the 'girl' who came from behind were coming towards Hylia.
He had a vague feeling that Hylia might be a key figure, and the ancestral blood of Hylia had an inexplicable attraction to him. He also took Friela with him. Then he joined the private convoy.
Directly hang the ox cart you purchased earlier at the back of the convoy and follow it slowly. No matter where the destination is.
Five days later
"Why should we follow them?"
Sitting in front of the bullock cart, little Furila asked angrily. She wanted to tease Angele a few days ago, so she put a few blowfly meat sauce in the potato soup for lunch. Unfortunately, Angele exchanged their potato soup on the pretext that he suddenly wanted to eat her bowl of soup.
Furira's face was green at the time, and she couldn't dare to put her mouth with her bowl of potato soup with her bowl of ingredients. She could only find the opportunity to fall away with the dried muffins until she finished eating.
Recalling this incident, Friela felt an inexplicable anger rising in her heart. Angelet, who caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, didn't like it.
Angelet was sitting next to her, holding a riding crop in his hand and leaning lazily against the frame of the car. Hearing Frila's question, he lazily exhaled,
"This was the first time I saw a man more beautiful than a woman, so I decided to follow that guy and observe for a while."
"Didn't you say you were going to Bai Xuecheng?" Friela opened her eyes wide.
"I suddenly decided that it might be better to go to Truffle City." Angelet replied without changing his expression.
?"You guy" Friela closed her mouth speechlessly, raised her head and looked forward.
There is a large carriage with a white silver rim in front, and you can vaguely see the inside through the window.
The middle-aged man named Hylia and the man who was more beautiful than the woman sat side by side, with various dishes, fruit plates, pastries, etc. placed in front of them. There is also a golden roast goose placed on the middle table.
Opposite the dining table, sat an elegant and polite lady in black, with a beautiful and plump maternal face, long black hair tied up high, and a silver ring on her forehead.
The noble lady was smiling and talking to the two of Hylia. From time to time, she would gracefully and gently fork a piece of pastry into her mouth. This indecent behavior of talking while eating did not affect her elegance at all.
Furila looked at the food on the table and swallowed her saliva unconsciously.
"I really want to eat it"
"Work hard. If you save more money, you can have a sumptuous lunch sooner or later." Angelet said with a smile. He ignored Frila's glare and moved his gaze to a thin horse on the right side of the convoy, near the woods.
The horse was thin and black, and looked weak and weak. The person riding on the horse was the green smoke man, dressed in gray clothes and with the same pale face. The whole person swayed as the horse moved forward, as if It's like it's going to fall off at any time.
"This man hides his strength" A guess flashed through Angelet's mind. "No, it's not about hiding his strength." His eyes stopped on the short black stick in the green-eyed man's hand.
"There should be something wrong with that short stick" Angelet could feel the terrifying power contained in that short stick. It's like a bottomless abyss, and the dark power inside cannot be seen to the end. Even now that he has regained his strength. Looking at that short stick is like looking at the endless black ocean, with no end in sight.
"This man himself is not originally very powerful, but his soul seems to be extremely tough, and he is always fighting against that short stick." Angelet guessed, "Is it a mortal who holds a divine weapon?"
Angelet felt that this green-eyed man seemed to know how to control a short stick very well. But his own soul was too weak, so he fell into a tug of war.
And during the tug of war, the man's soul itself began to slowly turn black, from light blue to pitch black.
After observing for a while, Angelet was about to look away. Suddenly he let out a light sigh. Look deep into the dense forest on the right.
Amid the fragments of golden sunlight, a group of people wearing black cloaks and red leather trousers, holding silver-white scimitars, quietly approached the convoy. There are about ten people in number.
Their eyes were all focused on the green-eyed man on the thin horse.
"Uncle, I finally found you again." The man in the black cloak who was walking at the front spoke, and the voice he spoke turned out to be a sharp female voice. "I will never let you escape this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the black cloaks looked in their eyes. At the same time, a faint silver crescent moon lights up. They increased their speed and all rushed towards the green-eyed man.
The green-eyed man raised his short stick and was about to meet the enemy. Suddenly he lowered his head and coughed violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His whole body tilted. He fell down from his horse with a bang, curling up with an expression of agony.
The thin horse was frightened. Suddenly there was a long hiss.
"who!!"
"Thieves! Kill them!"
The guards of the convoy discovered the surprise outsider. Amidst the clanging sound of drawing swords, more than a dozen red leather armored guards divided into two groups, half of them went up to confront the enemy, and the other half dispersed to protect the convoy.
The guards and the black cloaks soon started fighting fiercely. Amidst the clanging of weapons, these guards who were as well-trained as an army were actually continuously repelled by the thieves.
The red leather armor was vulnerable to the silver scimitar. Like tissue paper. All the guards retreated towards the convoy.
"I'm coming!!" In the largest carriage, the decadent mercenary Hylia jumped out of the carriage and rushed over with a silver-gray straight knife.
His whole body was like a silver fish. He nimbly avoided several scimitars coming at him. He turned around and slit the throats of the two thieves. He was about to continue killing the other thieves when he was immediately stopped by a black scimitar. . It was the thief leader with the weird voice before.
The two of them struck each other with their scimitars and walked around the big tree. Both the guards and thieves around them consciously avoided the two of them. One of the thieves was unable to dodge without paying attention. The leader of the thieves was unable to stop them and cut off half of his head.
Angelet was sitting on the bullock cart with a stunned expression on his face, and he glanced at the same place covertly.The handsome man in front of them, with the strength he showed that night, was more than enough to kill these thieves. However, at this moment, he showed no sign of taking action. He just stood aside and watched with a sneer.
Fortunately, he was not seen by this person that night.
ah! !
One of the thieves screamed, was kicked hard and rolled over, hitting the wheel of Angele's two-man oxcart. Turning over, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a machete with blood on his face. "Damn it!!" He cursed in a low voice, and suddenly saw Friela and Angele sitting in the driver's seat of the bullock cart.
"Die!" He slashed at Friela with a knife.
"Uncle, don't be afraid! I'll protect you!" Furila didn't know when she was holding the saw sword, her face was pale and her whole body was trembling, but her body was blocked in front of Angele.
Bang!
The thief¡¯s scimitar missed the mark and got stuck deeply in the wooden frame of the carriage, and he could not remove it for a while.
Furira was stiff just now and had no time to respond. Now she was shocked and frightened by this shock. She suddenly shook her spirit and held the saw sword desperately to thorn forward.
"Ah!!" She screamed, closing her eyes tightly, and stabbed the thief with her sword without caring about anything.
Snapped!
The saw sword stabbed the thief hard on the chest, and the red leather armor slid away from him.
Friela felt something strange. When she opened her eyes and saw this scene, she was stunned. Suddenly, the thief's scimitar struck him hard with another blow. There was a clang sound as it struck the front end of the saw sword.
The saw sword was sharply tilted by the reaction force, and the hilt of the sword actually turned around and hit the thief on the forehead. Bang!
The thief rolled his eyes and fell back.
Furira's eyes were dull and did not figure out what happened at all.
"Thank you!!" Angelet held her shoulders with both hands, a look of emotion on his face, "Thanks to you, little Ruila, otherwise I might have died here today! Thank you for saving me!"
Furira was full of wood, looking at the thieves on the ground, and looking at the saw sword in his hand.
"Is it the hero's soul that is protecting me?" She murmured. After practicing sword skills for so long, she was too nervous just now and didn't use anything. Instead, the enemy stuns himself - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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