"Then don't rob my enemy next time! You have to give me a chance to do it."
Venomous Fang's cute face suddenly glowed with a look of joy, "Ah! Like this."
He finally understood. It turned out that he had misunderstood and misunderstood Nai's meaning.
"They're dirty!"
"It's okay, I'll wash my hands after I'm done."
"Okay then." Venomous Fang nodded in compromise, then frowned and muttered hesitantly: "Danger?"
"If it's particularly dangerous, come and help me! If I can solve it myself, just let me solve it myself."
Venomous Fang loosened his frown and nodded his head, "Okay."
Later, Jiang Nai learned that the "danger" considered by Fan Ya even included a small wild boar that suddenly rushed out of the forest.
In his eyes, all humans and animals that approach her with the intention of sniping are considered dangerous and need to be killed immediately to protect her safety.
It was not until much later that Nai realized that the conversation between the two was not on the same line at all.
Even if Nai said so much, he was just playing the piano to a cow!
"Ya Ya, let's go eat first, and later..."
"Xiao Nai, Xiao Nai!!" The anxious and uneasy shouts of Xiaopang and others came from the distance.
Jiang Nai couldn't help but patted his forehead, and quickly grabbed the fangs and stuffed them into the mountain house, "Ya Ya, I can't eat with you anymore, Fatty and the others are here."
"You go first to the Mountain Residence Map, and we'll talk later."
Fan Ya let out an aggrieved sound, and was immediately pushed back by Jiang Nai.
There is no way to explain to so many people what is happening with these fangs popping out.
Jiang Nai sighed, and when he saw Xiaopang and the others running over, he waved and smiled at a group of people, "Why are you so anxious? Why don't I just stand here?"
The sixth-level envoy and others were not as impatient as Little Fatty Leng Qiuhan and others, but they just followed a few people not far or close.
When they saw Jiang Nai, who was unharmed, a trace of surprise flashed across the faces of the sixth-level messenger and others.
They had all seen it before, a group of at least twenty or thirty dead men in black ambushed Jiang Nai and killed him.
But now she was standing in front of them intact, seemingly fine, which was a bit scary.
"Who were those people before?..." Before the sixth-level messenger could finish his sentence, he heard Zhou Jian's uncontrollable scream coming from the side.
Zhou Jian raised his hand and pointed at the neat rows of dead men in black, his face a little pale, and his eyes revealed a bit of disbelief.
Staring at Jiang Nai, he almost asked in a trembling voice, "These are all you, you..."
Oh my God, where did this little devil girl come from?
Look at the incisions on the hands of these dead soldiers. They are all on the right wrist.
The wound was in the shape of an explosion, as if someone had hit him instantly and fell to the ground, completely losing his fighting ability.
Everyone stared at the little girl in front of them in disbelief.
The voices of the sixth-level envoys were filled with questions that were difficult to let go: "You did it all?"
The little girl shook her head very honestly.
Zhao Ziang on the side saw some clues from the wound, "Master, please come and take a look."
"The appearance of this wound does not look like it was injured by ordinary energy."
"It's not like a controller of water and fire attributes, but more like... a controller of light attributes."
The sixth-level messenger suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Jiang Nai.
"I'm not, it's not me." The little girl waved her hands repeatedly, putting on a sincere expression like an honest person.