Chapter 353 The cycle of life

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 353 The cycle of life

Xia Moge looked at Jianjian expressionlessly. She should have passed the thin cane that passed through his right hand through his left hand, and then burned them into a skewer of barbecue, but did not do so.

The flame druid was thinking.

"I will monitor you. All the quarrymen will monitor you. If the village next allows me to see your violence again, I will make you oil residue."

She pulled out her cane and threw it on the ground.

Jianjian was not surprised by Xia Moge's decision at all, and skillfully pulled off one of the cuffs and tied his right hand.

"Of course. Beautiful lady. Thank you for your magnanimity - this is the glorious behavior I imagined that a lady of noble origin, knowledgeable, willing to act bravely, and has a compassionate heart in no particular race."

Jianjian walked the strip around the back of his hand and sucked the painful cold air without any concealment - which made his face look weird and ferocious. "We will also report to our superiors and apply for compensation for you.

Maybe report to the king... let him know that the land of the moon is still following the traditional rules, and the ancient druids still play a vital role here with a new look..."

He smiled distortedly. "I think he will be very happy. Right, Lord Ssot?"

“Yes. Yes. That’s right.”

Ssot was already on the look of a weak expression that had survived the disaster and was about to go out, and continued the conversation perfunctorily.

Xia Moge did not stop them from leaving—this was soon discovered by others.

"Ms. Lieyan, are you going to let them go?" a voice shouted.

It was that little boy.

The little boy still failed to leave with the moon druid - but he dragged him and the bald man to the wall, leaning against a pile of soft straws - under them, his shirt was still placed.

"Walker." Xiamoge whispered.

"He can't leave."

Walker pointed straight at Ssot, pointed at Spiegel again, ran forward in two steps, and raised his head. "They killed Dagumon."

"This little... kid." Ssot held his breath.

"I've said it was an accident. We had a dispute in the process of law enforcement."

Jianjian responded, but did not turn to Walker, but continued to explain to Xia Moge:

"And I think it's already obvious now: they have indeed concealed the situation of this family. They have not told the truth until now."

"Fart. You poked the bald man in the stomach. Now he died in the mud. You are a bastard, a murderer."

This sentence comes from Ayarwota, who has not spoken for a long time.

He coughed again, and the effect of Nirvana Potion seemed to be slowly fading - the potion that was originally used for first aid, he should have received the next step of treatment.

Xia Moge glanced at Ayarwota, and a slight contempt for his unemployed colleagues flashed in his eyes.

"Dagumum returns to the cycle of life."

She corrected, "Don't cover up your powerlessness with vulgar words. He will pass on his flames. The premise is that we have to accept this fact. Ayarwota, as a druid, I want to remind you..."

"I really want to die soon, and I don't want to hear you say this." Ayarwota was not showing any weakness, and twisted his head aside as much as he could at present: "Little devil, that's why I said I'm waiting for my light to go out..."

"You are not allowed to leave!"

Walker yelled.

The one-way conversation stopped here, so all eyes were gathered on him.

The boy stood in front of Jianjian, and there was an extra knife in his hand. He stared at the mixed-class thugs with all his eyes—the look could only be said to be force—is far from the real ferocity, less emotion than anger, and more concentration.

"Yo." Jianjian said casually, "Yo."

"Walker, come back." Xia Moge shouted.

Stheot had already thought that God had disappeared without a trace - Nisse followed him.

"You killed Dagumeng. I saw that his wound was poked by you. You are not allowed to leave like this."

Walker spread his arms to the maximum, blocking the way Spike left - in any eyes, his posture should be full of loopholes, let alone mixed-class thugs with excellent physical skills.

"Little boy, I have explained it with kind words. This is a misunderstanding and an accident. The beautiful lady Tulip is already planning to let me go. Do you want to kill me?"

Jianjian did not break through any of the loopholes and left, but instead stood still in peace, with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.

"Walker. Let him go. I already know about this. It would be no good for us to have a conflict with the civil servants of King Pochi. I will monitor their next activities. They will not go too far."

Xia Moge walked to the boy and pressed his hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to treat that stubborn guy..."

"I don't need it."

Ayarwota interrupted her with a bruised nose and a swollen face, "I'm very good. Do you want to dance for you? As long as I can go back to the temple, I will recover immediately. My butt is even more exciting than you are."

"What are you still doing here? Hurry up and follow your Popular Lord." Xia Moge turned his head and rushed to Jianjian and said coldly, intending to solve the problem from the source. "No one can tolerate you here."

"Thank you for your understanding. gentle lady."

Jianjian pushed away the boy's arm like a scarecrow, and raised his steps. The boy turned his body, broke away from Xia Moge's hand, and swung his knife to stab the chest of the mixed-ethnic thug.

Jianjian dodged and retreated and avoided. Walker waved his knife again - this time he was directly at the throat.

"Yo."

Jianjian dodged away again, looking at Walker holding the knife in both hands, his eyes became a thread again. "Little boy, you really want to kill me. I can feel it."

"I want to avenge Dagumon," Walker said—his legs bent slightly and his hands clasped the hilt, which was the most effective attack posture he knew.

"Okay... kid!" Ayarwota exclaimed in disbelief. With Chado's glance at him - the Flame Druid was as good as his stereotypes, and the poor Moon Druid was full of atypical.

"What are you still rushing here?"

Xia Moge frowned and looked at Jianjian.

"Of course I discovered something that made me nostalgic." Jianjian smiled gloomyly. "If someone wants to challenge me, of course I will receive my kindness."

"You're going to attack your child?"

"It depends on what he thinks." Jianjian said.

"I'm going to challenge him," said Walker, "Ms. Flame. Thank you for your help."

"Okay! I accept the challenge." Jianjian said.

"I don't allow such despicable behavior." Xia Moge said coldly.

"I allow it!" Ayarwota shouted, "Get my weapon."

He struggled to reach the old broom. Ke Qi hooked his hand. The old broom flew into the boy's hand.
Chapter completed!