Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 230

The woman's scream echoed through the cell.

Her voice was originally weak, but now it was unprecedentedly loud, and the energy in her voice was so full that Yale Liga was surprised.Immediately afterwards, she lay down on the ground again, with red and black blood oozing from her skirt.

No one knows why things have developed to this point, even Mrs. Withered Leaf is still in a daze.At this moment, only the Aconitum showed the kind of cruelty and cunning recognized by Yale Liga.He didn't try to ask questions or stop him, but recited scriptures resolutely.But before he could pronounce the third syllable, a thin rope sprang out from the corner like a poisonous snake.

The rope hung around his ankles, caught the aconite in the air and hung upside down, and then there was a violent swing, swinging him back and forth like a pendulum.Aconitum still wanted to finish reading the scriptures, but the rusty iron chains hanging from the ceiling seemed to hit his lips and teeth.He let out a dull cry of pain, and a few drops of blood spilled onto the floor.

Yareriga would have liked the white rope to hang around the Aconitum's neck rather than its ankle, but she didn't have time to care about the old witch doctor's life or death.The jailers had begun to commotion, and the red copper skin who had planned to drag her out before stood at the forefront.This rookie was probably really inexperienced, instead of backing away to make a distance like Satie, he rushed forward on his own initiative.He came to Ji Zangyu without stopping, raised his fist and slammed it down.

Previously, Yale Liga guessed that the newcomer was a prison accessory sent by Aconitum to torture her.The core function of such roles is to cause pain, which inevitably reduces the requirements of mind and force.Even so, she originally believed in the talent of the Abyssal Bloodline in violent matters.As a result, as soon as the newcomer rushed in front of Ji Zangyu, the latter waved his sleeves, and the soft cloth swept across the new jailer's cheeks.The first unlucky ghost flew out.

Ji Zangyu took a step back, then leaned forward, and flew out with the new jailer like a fallen leaf driven by the wind.He landed between Du Fu and a back-heeled man, swung his sleeves, and swept them all away.

His movements looked light and smooth, without the slightest sense of intensity.However, when he knocked down all three jailers, it was less than three seconds before the pregnant woman fell to the ground.Before Yale Liga had time to raise her upper body, Ji Zangyu had already rushed to the center of the jailers.At this moment, he is very close to Sati, Mrs. Withered Leaf and Aconitum, which seems to be a golden opportunity.

Sati was escorting Mrs. Withered Leaf back, while Aconitum was still entangled with the white rope that lifted him.Two of his guards picked up the rope with their black and slender blades, trying to cut it, but the rope was cunning and flexible as if it were alive, and it kept loosening at the cutting edge and clinging to the skin of the amulet. Place a new knot in place.It obviously couldn't be untied in a short time, and the Aconitum, which was shaken violently, didn't dare to shout again, lest it bite off its own tongue when chanting that ancient incantation.

Ji Zangyu was only five paces away from him, and the three jailers squeezed into the narrow passage between them, which didn't look very useful.This weird boy was as light as a gust of wind when he moved, but he was as heavy as a heavy stone when he hit someone.

His sleeves fluttered around the jailers' necks, ready to throw them aside as before.But when a jailer almost stuck his head in the cell gap, he changed his mind, kicked him sideways, and kicked him high and diagonally towards the ceiling, hanging between the pile of rusty chains.

The rusty chain made an uproar.They have a history of at least a hundred years on the hollowed-out ceiling of this cell, where the bodies of countless victims were hung, and they were also used as gallows and execution platforms.Yale Liga was once suffocated by a jailer with that iron chain, and she knew that the chain was covered with blood and sweat, so sticky that it felt like rotten wood.It wasn't until the three jailers who flew up made all the iron chains in the aisle loud that Yareriga realized that they still had a metallic texture: cold, sharp, dangerous and beautiful.Her nerves were aroused by the movement, and she couldn't help shaking the iron chains on her horns, trying to get rid of the heavy burden.She wanted to return to the wilderness, she wanted a new thrill from her captivity, and she wanted revenge on Villar.

Ji Zangyu came to the Aconite.The guards immediately gave up cutting the cunningly tangled white rope and freed up their weapons to deal with him.

They are the tools carefully cultivated by Aconitum, and their level is different from most of the prison guards. They act as fast as lightning. Even before Yale Liga was imprisoned, he was not sure that he could deal with them with cold weapons.Ji Zangyu tried to slip through them twice, and went straight to the Aconitum entangled with the white rope, but the slender swords of the guards successfully stopped him.When he tried to risk it for the third time, one of the guards cut off one of his sleeves, almost costing him his remaining hand.

Ji Zangyu drew back to dodge, and pressed her palm on the opponent's armored shoulder pads.The witchcraft alloy made of curse iron mixed with black sparkling crystals was dented, leaving a shallow palm impression.At the same time, another sword was also handed to Ji Zangyu's back, and he had to drift backwards to avoid the catastrophe of being cut in half.

He took another five steps back.The guard he hit dropped his arm unnaturally, swapping the sword for the other.The Guardian's arm had apparently been badly fractured, perhaps completely broken, as the armor deformed.Black blood spilled from the gap in the armor, but he didn't make a sound.Yale Liga guessed that the Aconitum had deprived him of this ability long ago.

These two excellent puppets made Ji Cangyu's success on the verge of failure.He looked down at the gap in his sleeve, and seemed to want to try again, but his short chance was over—Madam Withered Leaf retreated thirty steps away under Sati's protection.Tucked into the narrow aisle between them was Aconitum and his guards, along with a dozen tall jailers.Even if Ji Zangyu could solve them one by one in a second, the remaining time would not be enough to change the situation.

Madam Withered Leaf's calm and deep voice echoed in the cell.She recited the same scriptures as Aconitum, calmly as if singing a lullaby.Ji Zangyu raised his sleeve and pointed at her, and the white rope in the air dropped the aconitum, swimming nimbly and swiftly to the new target.

But this time he couldn't succeed.The white rope sneaked up on the Aconitum by surprise, and deceived the guards who had lost themselves.But this scene has already clearly fallen into Sati's eyes.Before the white rope touched Mrs. Withered Leaf's side, the half-goatman jumped out with a smile, pulled out the small leather whip wrapped around his waist, and lashed at the white rope.His whip was as flexible as his arm, successfully caught the white rope floating in the air, leaving a bright red bloodstain on it.

Ji Zangyu immediately frowned.He stretched out his hand to attract, and the white rope flew backwards into his sleeve.

Satie stood where he was, swinging his shiny and smooth black whip quite proudly.

"I guess so." He said with a smile. "Hallows can't be touched by dirty things, right? Look at my little cutie. It took hundreds of poor little people to weave it." , it’s very convenient, isn’t it?”

Ji Zangyu slid across the white rope with her fingertips, resting on the dark red stain left by the whip.Following him, he raised his head and showed Sati a malicious smile.

He gently pulled the white rope, and the other end of the rope was raised from the ground, with a bunch of jingling iron keys hanging from it.

Satie touched her empty belt.

"Hey, that's outrageous," he muttered.

Ji Zangyu is right in front of Yale Liga's cell.When Mrs. Withered Leaf's chanting became louder, he opened the cell door with the key without hesitation, and threw a white jade bottle to Yale Liga from his sleeve.

"Chiquan water." He said succinctly, "Hey that woman."

Allerica instinctively grabbed the bottle.Everything happened so fast that she hadn't figured out how to act.But when she just stood up from the ground, Ji Zangyu's face twisted.His cheeks sunken unnaturally into a weeping grimace.

(End of this chapter)