"Ye Ling, if I say I am not now, would you believe it?"
Looking at the Skeleton General's body that was almost collapsed and the flames that were still not extinguished in his eyes, Ye Ling also bit his lip and said:
"Then can you explain what you did just now?"
Silence, a silence, the owl did not spit out a word.
The most unwise thing about Xiao’s actions just now is that he wants to kill Ji Doug here. But in this world, the dead can be resurrected.
If this is the case, Xiao's behavior would be like allowing an opponent who poses a great threat to him to escape. Although Ji Dao's strength is not as strong as him, if he exposes Xiao's affairs, the effect will be completely different.
The owl is not stupid. Can he not think of such a simple truth? No, of course he could think of it, but he still chose to make such a stupid decision.
Then there is only one possibility. He has the ability to keep Ji Dao here forever, and it is impossible to expose his affairs.
Xiao couldn't explain it, and gave up thinking because his mind was too hot for a while? No, Ye Ling would not believe it. He did not have such a reasonable explanation, so he naturally kept silent.
Seeing Xiao's reaction, Ye Ling's face suddenly turned ashamed. Now everything was clear. For her, Xiao's performance was equivalent to a disguised recognition that he was a ghost.
Click! Click! Click!
In Ye Ling's surprised eyes, the skeleton in front of him disintegrated bit by bit, and then there was only a sound of a swoosh. Ye Ling turned his head and saw that the owl's body had disappeared from the spot.
She gritted her teeth and chased in the direction she felt!
Naturally, only Ji Dao was left at the scene. He fell to the tree, and his painful expression on his face had never disappeared. There was only the part of his eyes emitting light. His skin was like coke, and it seemed that he could just tuck one piece with his hand.
He smiled helplessly. Although he survived this crisis, the consumption of him was too great. A sense of fatigue spread throughout his body, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that you are in a bad state."
Ji Dao was so weak that he could only glance at his eyes, but when he saw who the visitor was, there was still a smile on his face.
It was the man confronting the Silverback Bear. He only saw that he was covered in blood and his body was covered with scratches of all sizes, especially the scratch on his chest, which was particularly terrifying!
He must have gone through a fierce battle. Although the man's ability is not bad, the Silverback Bear is not such an easy species to deal with. It is already quite difficult to win.
Seeing that Ji Dao didn't spit out a word, the man also understood that he was just breathing a sigh of relief now.
If there were no spiritual medicine, Ji Dao would probably have to maintain this state for three or four days. Although Ji Dao's recovery speed was extremely fast, it would take a lot of time to get injured like this. Since this is the case, it would be better to die directly in this world.
"I'm afraid my impression of you will change. You are indeed different from ordinary monks. This is the first time I have seen some people who can be hurt like this."
The man said in a deep voice, then raised the long sword in his hand.
For Ji Dao, this is what he hoped for. But from now on, he may have no relationship with this man anymore, and he needs to break through his own limits again.
"Thanks."
An extremely faint sound came, and then there was only a puff sound, Ji Dao's body turned into a light spot and slowly disappeared between the swamp.
"It's really amazing."
The man put away his long sword and slowly walked forward...
And at this time, between another swamp.
call out!
The transparent knife whistled out, and in an instant it caught up with the black shadow in front of him. With a bang, the number around him was cut off directly, and the black shadow in front stopped.
It was naturally the owl. He looked at Ye Ling who was catching up with him coldly, muttering in his mouth that he didn't know what he was saying.
"Don't you let me go?"
Xiao's face was gloomy and terrifying, but Ye Ling's face was not at all afraid. She could only see her scimitar tightly, and her sharp eyes were as chilling as a knife.
"Owl, if these are really what you do, then you should bear the corresponding price. I'm not for myself, I'm just for those who die."
After hearing this, Xiao just frowned, and a ball of black gas hovered in his hands, and he preached slowly:
"You should understand that you are not my opponent."
"But I also know that your consumption is also huge. It is not certain who loses and who wins now!"
Seeing that Ye Ling had no intention of regressing, Xiao also sighed softly:
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
With a click, Ye Ling held the scimitar in his hand tighter. He was afraid of death. It should be said that only a small number of people would not be afraid of death, and Ye Ling was of course afraid of death.
Everything you have now, as long as you die, will be gone. You should cherish your life if you don’t do it for yourself, but for all those who love you.
"I don't want to kill more people."
For some reason, Xiao's body trembled violently. This sentence seemed to have had a great impact on him. He clenched his fists tightly. Ye Ling couldn't see his expression clearly. She didn't know what Xiao was thinking about writing at this moment.
call out!
Only a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a little cold light suddenly appeared in front of the owl, but he did not make any moves, no.
puff!
The scimitar passed through Xiao's body, and a blood rain fell. In Ye Ling's extremely surprised expression, Xiao hugged him in his arms.
"Why?"
Ye Ling was also very scared. Did such a simple blow actually cause fatal damage to Xiao? Did the person she once guaranteed his life actually hurt him now?
"My, silly sister!"
The hoarse voice exploded in Ye Ling's head like a thunder. She tried her best to break free from Xiao's shackles. Xiao pulled out the scimitar from his body and threw it on the ground.
His body did not receive any damage, and the scimitar did not cause any substantial damage to him. He must have used some means.
"What are you talking about?"
Ye Ling's expression was already a little dull. She just stared at the owl in front of her, and there was a constant stream of emotions gushing out in her heart.
Her brother must have died in the previous war. She had been in a slump for two years, and it was not until now that she finally broke free from that emotion.
And Xiao now told him that he was Ye Ling's brother and he was not dead. How could she accept this?