Being stared at this look, Yu Xing couldn't help but feel goose bumps on his back.
He was a little novel and allowed this feeling, and at the same time cooperated with Zhao Yijiu, who had already told him his personal main task, and also gave a message: "First of all, although I am not a good citizen, I will not just give me the name of elopement."
The head of the ward who proved himself innocent looked bad and sneered:
"As you can see, I want to transport a escort. The mountain road is hard to go. The saint happened to have something to help me. And I saved her life. She must go with me now."
Zhao Yijiu looked at him for a few seconds, and was interested: "Take a favor with your help?"
"So what?" Yu Xing glanced at him, "What's more, I said I saved her life. Don't you care about what happened to her?"
"That's not something I need to care about." Zhao Yijiu showed an inhuman "dog god" very vividly. He took a few steps closer like forcedly, "I just need to take people away."
The reason doesn't make sense.
The two fell silent while looking at each other.
After a while, Yu Xing first spoke up and said, "What if I don't let anyone go?"
Zhao Yijiu narrowed her eyes, "Then I can only grab it."
Before he finished speaking, the whip of the head of the dart broke through the wind first. Zhao Yijiu turned his head and dodged, almost at the same time, kicking his feet and pounced on Yu Xing.
He retained a bit of the fighting style corresponding to the name "Dog God". He was fierce and fierce, had no routine, but was as wild as a beast and difficult to tame.
Yu Xing didn't want to hurt him, so he didn't draw his sword, but just used a soft whip to deal with him.
Yu Xing's plan was that the head of the chaotic girl saved the saint. His identity was naturally in opposition to the dog god who caught the saint. The dog god who would force the saint to marry for the sake of the traditional saint in the tribe was obviously not a reasonable guy.
If the two want to establish an alliance, they can only rely on "fighting".
Perhaps, after he wins, he can get the respect of the strong man from the God of the God of the World. Isn’t this setting often present in the novel? In order to have self-esteem or soulmate, or the obsession with "one day I can defeat him", someone will follow the strong man with a stern face and then become a younger brother.
Although he didn't want Zhao Yijiu to be a younger brother, this logic could be borrowed and used, which is just right for a stubborn dog god.
Zhao Yijiu cooperated so hard that she didn't show her strength. She must have thought of going with him.
It's just a little strange. Guijiu didn't want to find trouble for him?
After thinking about it, Yu Xing had already played with Zhao Yijiu for several rounds.
Zhao Yijiu's eclectic fighting style vividly evolves "fight" into "wrestling", and she always feels like she is trying to eat.
Because Zhao Yijiu didn't fight seriously, Yu Xing also kept his efforts. He thought that the performance would end smoothly with the two of them, but he didn't expect that Zhao Yijiu suddenly increased his strength without being morally polite.
With a bang.
Yu Xingcuo was too busy to prevent him from being used to the ground by force, splashing a burst of dust.
The severe pain came from behind, and Yu Xing hit the back of his head. His eyes turned black in an instant, followed by a dull pain. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Zhao Yijiu grabbed Yu Xing's arm with both hands, suppressing him with his body like a beast, and a smile of success in his bloody eyes appeared in his bloody eyes.
“…”
Yu Xing understood.
Ghost wine has been giving it for so long, right?
He followed the character and cursed: "You are looking for death..."
Before he finished scolding, Zhao Yijiu's throat gurgled with excitement and roared in his throat, and suddenly bent over and bit Yu Xing's neck.
Without any mercy on this mouth, Yu Xing almost instantly felt the flesh tearing, and the warm liquid flowed out along the wound and was sucked away before it was about to enter the collar.
The blood vessels between the neck were too fragile, and this bite was almost fatal in ancient times when the medical level of trauma was backward.
Yu Xing took a deep breath and wanted to question Zhao Yijiu - are you really here?!
He felt more and more blood rushing out, all of which were drunk by ghost wine.
His temple trembled, and he raised his hand and punched Guijiu's head, which was quickly avoided by the other party.
Zhao Yijiu's mouth was still covered with blood, and she grinned with satisfaction: "It's delicious. You don't have the strength now, right?"
The blood loss made Yu Xing's vitality and strength fade. He was silent for a moment and indeed heard the system prompt.
【You lost your life due to a fatal attack.】
Something seemed to be pulled away.
But then, the wound healed rapidly. This time it was not Yu Xing's own ability, but another unfamiliar force.
He was "given" a second life again.
The first time he recovered his ability to move, Yu Xing twisted his waist and turned around, throwing Zhao Yijiu, who was very unconscious, out of him.
His whip chased Zhao Yijiu with a force much more unrestrained than before. The other party seemed not surprised by this result and flexibly dodged until a horse whip was about to land on his chest...
Yu Xing clearly saw that Zhao Yijiu could have dodged, but pretended to be tripped and did not avoid it in time.
He snorted coldly, trying to recycle the whip, but Zhao Yijiu took a step forward and took the initiative to send it to the whip.
Bang.
The whip deviated from the route, leaving a wound with skin and flesh on Zhao Yijiu's arm.
"Uh." Zhao Yijiu murmured in a low voice, raised his hand to cover the scars, but his red eyes were unrestrained and bright, "Hiss...too light."
Yu Xing: "..."
Very good, I'm afraid the character Inuji is a very perverted character.
Before he could speak, Zhao Yijiu recalled the whip marks again and continued, "You have two brushes that can fight me head-on. Haha, but that's all. If I hadn't been hungry, I wouldn't have been hurt by you."
Yu Xing sneered and watched him perform.
"The saint has a good vision, but unfortunately, I am her fiancé. Even if you are, you can't take away the saint of my clan." Guijiu smiled badly and demonstrated, "It doesn't matter if I can't take her away this time. I will come again next time I'm full."
"Escort master, don't expect to deliver this escort to your satisfaction!"
Yu Xing looked at him.
It turns out that Guijiu wants to leave this logic. In this way, the other party can not only follow the escort team, but also jump out from time to time to cause damage, and the main line is both dead.
But Yu Xing was a little unhappy.
He suddenly took out a piece of cake from his bag and threw it to Zhao Yijiu, looking like he couldn't stand the provocation: "Use hunger as an excuse? Then you eat it, we will fight another game after the meal!"
Zhao Yijiu was indeed hungry. After the game started, all the Divine Dogs tribe members who were acting with him died last night, and the baggage containing dry food was also lost.
He thought it was Yu Xing who saw that he was really hungry, so he made an excuse to feed him, so he maintained a provocative look, bite the cake in one bite, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
After more than ten seconds.
With a plop.
Ghost wine, who had eaten a cake with sweat pill, fell to the ground.