Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 753 Spying on the Evil Fields

This slap, Id Evan's eyes blackened, almost fainted.

But this slap, also awakened the stubborn half-dragon youth, let him converge a lot.

"Yes, it will be rude." He said hard.

"Shut up!" The werewolf roared angrily: "I think that I am superior, I am very good, right? I say black is white, others are clear, but you have to work hard! You really think about me." Do you kill you with a knife?!"

"Why not? You can do it."

"I can't!!" The werewolf continued to growl, full of anger and helplessness: "Because-"

"Because?" The half-dragon youth still clenched.

"Because we used to be friends, you idiot!!" The werewolf roared.

As soon as this was said, Ivan was silent.

It should be said that he was puzzled.

He didn't know Bediville at all. The words that the werewolf said were obviously a "lie."

However, how can someone in this world say such an obvious "lie" in such a plain and natural tone?

What Bediville said and done is completely contradictory. If this person is not a neurological problem, it is the truth.

Of course, as a normal person, Ivan will first consider the fall of the former: "Your disease is called paranoia. It is a kind of personality division syndrome -"

Snapped! The werewolf sent another half-dragon youth a very loud slap: "You are sick! If you don't believe it, don't ask again! I know you won't believe it, so I won't say it!"

At this time, Bediwell’s face must be red and distorted. He was ashamed and annoyed, and his face was hot.

This is the same as seven years ago. Buddy asked the people in front of them to recognize themselves. As a result, no one knew the werewolf. He only regarded him as a joke. That kind of shame, I really don't want to go through it anymore!

With such a glimpse, Ivan remembered it. After the last battle seven years ago, it seems that there is indeed a strange werewolf teenager who is talking nonsense that everyone can't understand.

No one knows the werewolf boy, and the boy is both anxious and desperate.

Everyone looked at the werewolf boy with a strange look, thinking that he was a brazen liar, and thought he was an unreasonable madman.

But there was some wonderful feeling that told Evan at the time that the werewolf teenager did not lie.

Just like now.

This werewolf was the crazy wolf seven years ago.

"I remember you." Ivan whispered: "I remember you. Seven years ago, in the wasteland in front of the wall of the world -"

"You, do you remember me?" Biddyville’s eyes flashed the light of hope: "Ivan, do you really remember me?"

"At that time, the half dragon tried to think back: "You are there too. You also"

"Yes, yes! Try to think about it!" Biddyville yelled. "Try back, you can think of it!"

"At that time you" Ivan has tried his best to think back.

"At that time, you got schizophrenic. Poor child." But the conclusion he got was logically controlled.

"Bad" Beddyville covered his face desperately: "--It's so good."

Evan shrugged again. He did not make much difference to Bedieville. In his eyes, Bedieville simply changed from "a suspicious spy" to "a dangerous madman."

For people with mental disorders, the semi-dragon always has compassion and contempt, and is as far-reaching as possible.

He handed a famous letter to Bediville: "Listen, I know a few good psychiatrists, and I will give you an exception. Maybe they can cure your paranoia -"

"You're going to die." Biddeville didn't want to tear the postcards, and the vicious swearing words in his mouth.

At this point, Bediville realized that it was impossible for him and Evan and Tristan to regain their friendship.

When people grow up, they become stubborn and follow the stupid rules of "logic" and "ethics."

When people grow up, they no longer believe in the "magic" of the world.

I want Evans to believe that things that do not exist, "ignorant" things, are impossible.

Bedyville is useless to explain it anyway, things will only be more and more black, people will only use the werewolf as a madman.

Werewolves and Evan have nothing to say about this group of idiots. Too much to say is also hurting feelings.

"In this case, we are enemies from now on." The werewolf whispered in a low voice, his eyes showing a fierceness that he had never seen before: "If you dare to shoot me, I will definitely use all my strength and kill you."

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Evan swallowed a sip. The embarrassment of the werewolf in front of him is probably the true face of this crazy wolf.

"Very fair." The half-dragon youth is not willing to show weakness: "At that time, we will kill you and die. I don't have to be merciful to you, you don't need to show mercy to me. Just look at who is dying in the other's sword. under."

Hearing this, Bediville should have been very sad.

However, he found that he did not feel this way.

Instead, he was relieved.

He felt that even if he killed Evan and Tristan now, there would be no uneasiness in his conscience.

He had no feeling for the two former friends, and their friendship was completely cut off.

After waiting for the reunion for seven years, it was actually the end. Although Bediville feels a little sad, but more is, it is very easy.

(What? Big deal is just two friends.)

(Friends come and go, not rare, get used to it.)

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.

But this indifference is also a kind of release, a kind of freedom -

As always, Bedieville closed his heart and forgot his love. In order to protect yourself from harm.

"Touch!" Just as the two were still squatting, the door was knocked open.

"Beddy is not good." Albert was covered in blood and panicked into the treasure room.

"Oh, damn. What have you done?" The werewolf looked at Albert's blood, and then looked at the three bodies and slowly walked in: "Here you kill yourself? Are you crazy?"

"Well, these guys are going to come into the treasure chest and say what daggers to use for the ceremony - how to persuade them not to listen, we have no way to, they are going to knock them out -"

"So you got too heavy, kill them, Elaine?!" asked Bediwell, who had seen the **** palms of the White Bears.

"Hold, sorry." The white bear smacked his head helplessly, and the blood on his hand was dyed on the round bear's ear.

Bedyville was very annoying to cover his face. This group of idiots who are not enough to make a mistake.

Among the three dead cultists, one is wearing a particularly gorgeous embroidered golden robe. If there is no guess, this person must be a certain priest and be in a senior position.

Moreover, they came to take "the ritual dagger" - that is, the ritual is about to begin. If these three people do not go back immediately, I am afraid that there will be a lot of riots among the church members at dusk.

Although it is also a feasible method to rush directly to smash and kill, it can only kill Xiaolan, and the people in the church who are really tall and important have long since escaped.

It is the purpose of this trip to Bediville that does not alarm anyone, killing the cult members in the ritual and giving them a deep blow to the evening.

Bedyville looked at the three bodies. Fortunately, the White Bears smashed the head of one of the bodyguards with only one fist. The other two, especially the high-ranking cult priest, vomited blood because of the rupture of the internal organs. The priest and another short-body bodyguard had almost no blood on their clothes.

Maybe there is still a way. There is perhaps one more way to not stun anyone, as the original plan to kill cult priests.

The werewolf thought of this, took off his cloak, and went to the cloak of the priest. While he was busy, he said to Evan standing next to him:

"I don't want to fight with you for the time being. But today's things have to find a solution -

So let's gamble. "

"Gambling?" Ivan stared at Bediville doubtfully, watching the werewolf put on the clothes of the cult priest, and was busy hiding the priest's body in the heap of gold coins: "What are you gambling? I want to learn the last time you and Cui Stan, do you gamble?"

The werewolf snorted coldly: "Perhaps. Our purpose is actually the same. When we come to this place, we must smash the underground church taught at dusk. If we go on, if our heads escape, we can’t Take the heads of the priests and return to receive the reward. This is not good for anyone -

So let's gamble. See who can kill the high priest of this church. I use my method, you use yours. The only rule is that you can only kill after the beginning of their ritual. Gambling? "

"Interesting." Evan reached out and pushed his glasses. "You three are against me, thinking that you can take advantage? I will make you regret it. The less the assassination action helper, the better - just, what is the bet?"

Bet, in fact, needless to say. It is exactly the same as before.

"If I win, you will disappear from me and Albert's eyes forever, don't wander around us." Biddyville said that the tiger also put on the bodyguard's clothes: "If you win, successful assassination I will let you deal with the high priest. You like to cut off my hands and feet, or torture me, I will not complain."

"I have to add a condition." Ivan is afraid of losing money. First, the condition is fixed: "You have to think about me and confess everything you know. I want to hear all your stories."

"Do you want it?" The werewolf smiled disdainfully: "I don't believe it anyway."

"That is up to me." The half-dragon youth did not retreat: "If your story is purely nonsense, I will cut off your tongue and tear off your vocal cords, so that you will not only become a stick, but also become a The dumb that speaks."

"You are free." The werewolf did not care.

"Hey, you will regret it, you will!" Ivan sneered, turning over and jumping into the ventilation duct on the ceiling, disappearing instantly.

(I will not regret it.)

(Because, this bet, I will win.)