Crete took a deep breath of air that satisfied him, put up one foot, and leaned against the railing of the plank bridge with what he thought was the most handsome move, waiting for the girl in the wolf mask who came over to stop in front of him.
Down.
Of course, there may be other situations, such as Cyril ignoring him and walking directly over. Therefore, in order to prevent this from happening, Crete ordered the dirty shadow to block the bridge early.
Although she couldn't see it, Cyril still used his keen sense of smell to determine the location of the shadow, which was just in front of him. She had no choice but to stop, turned to look at Crete, and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Crete shook the short and medium hair on his head feeling good, and said: "Miss Cyril, actually my third brother has sent people to investigate for me. It turns out that you are just Aranza's subordinate. Although Aranza is my idol,
But his behavior of dominating his subordinates like this and not even allowing them to have free love is very unacceptable and unacceptable to me. Ah...don't get me wrong, I don't want you to be my subordinate. What I mean is...we
…”
"What's up?"
Cyril interrupted Crete and repeated.
Hearing this, Crete's tongue seemed to be suddenly knotted, and he was speechless for a moment. After finally taking a breath, his whole body suddenly became sluggish, and his eyes fell on Cyril's wolf-head mask with extremely haggard eyes.
, said: "No...no...it's okay..."
Cyril nodded. Although her brain was not very good at emotions, she still understood that Crete seemed to like her. Of course, Cyril did not like Crete, and was very wary of Crete, with a hint of
Repulsion. There is no reason. These emotions are all infected from Aranza.
Since Crete had nothing to say to her, Cyril turned his head and stared forward. There was an invisible guy standing not far in front of her. A trace of disgust flashed in Cyril's eyes and he scolded: "
Get out of the way!”
The dirty shadow did not move, and Cyril could smell the dirty shadow's scent still in front of him.
Even Crete was a little stunned. He waved his hand and said, "Let her pass..."
However, the dirty shadow still did not move.
This time, not only Cyril, but also Crete felt that the shadow at this moment was a bit strange.
"Damn it, isn't this dirty shadow already tamed?!" Crete suddenly remembered the dirty shadow's habits, and naturally thought of something that couldn't be explained in front of Cyril. He couldn't help but pointed at the air in front of Cyril and said
He cursed, "You! Did you hear that? Get out of the way!"
Although Cyril said nothing more, his fingertips had already touched the hilt of the dagger Juimi!
At this time!
There was a small pressure, or in other words, an invisible hand, pressing down on Cyril's left chest!
Breast attack?!
Cyril screamed in shock. Although she was a warrior, she was also a girl. How could she accept being touched by others suddenly? She jumped back in fright, with a slight flush on her face, but the warrior's
Instinct still made her swing the dagger forward and slash into the air in front of her.
The habits of the dirty shadows that Aranza introduced to Cyril quickly replayed in her mind. The dirty shadows, this kind of dirty race, originally enjoyed enjoying women's bodies, but because the dirty shadow around Crete never showed any
, which made Cyril ignore his vigilance in this regard.
At this time, Crete also noticed the red color on Cyril's face, and immediately understood what happened. He suddenly stood in front of Cyril and cursed at the invisible shadow: "F*ck, how dare you touch me?"
The woman you like?!"
However, Dirty Shadow seemed to have lost his mind and refused to listen to his master's curses. He even attacked Crete who stood in front of him!
Crete felt a cool breeze hit his eyebrows. He rolled back twice in fright and got up in embarrassment. There was a burst of bruises on his face. He was actually attacked by his own servants. The reason was for the woman he liked.
This was so embarrassing to him!
"snort!"
The moment Crete rolled away, Cyril jumped up suddenly, humming softly in his throat, the dagger flashed with cold light, and bit forward!
A trace of disgusting yellow-green blood immediately flew out!
The dirty shadow screamed in pain and took a few steps back. Now, both Crete and Cyril could see the dirty shadow's position, which was the "air" stuck to the yellow-green blood!
Crete raised his fist and angrily shouted at Dirty Shadow: "I'll give you another chance. Apologize to Miss Cyril quickly! Otherwise, you'll have to wait to be dealt with by the family!"
However, Zuoying's response was a few bone-grinding sneers.
Crete's face darkened, and he understood something instantly, and said to Cyril: "Miss Cyril, the mark of this dirty shadow has faded. You can go from the bridge next to the other side of the river. There is also a road leading to the mountain.
, let me handle it here."
"brand?"
Cyril picked up words keenly.
Crete immediately understood that he had said the wrong thing and hesitated: "It's just...it's just...it's just a brand...Anyway, just leave it to me."
Seeing that Crete had no intention of explaining, Cyril naturally would not ask in vain. She nodded to Crete, turned around and walked to the other bridge pointed by Crete.
At this time, the dirty shadow made a sudden hoarse cry.
"Want to leave?!"
The yellow-green color in the air suddenly moved and rushed towards Cyril who turned around and walked out!
"stop!"
The one who spoke was Crete. He took a big step with his feet and used his fist as a weapon. He brought up a fierce fist wind and crashed into the oncoming yellow-green!
However, the dirty shadow easily dodged Crete's attack. In Crete's disbelief, the dirty shadow laughed hoarsely: "I have seen through your moves a long time ago!"
"Dry!"
Crete cursed, but still kept his hands, the wind of the fist became more and more fierce, and at the same time, the speed became faster and faster, as if dozens of fists were attacking at the same time!
The dodge speed of the dirty shadow is getting faster and faster. Crete feels that no punch has hit the dirty shadow. It is like practicing punching in the air. He even begins to doubt whether the dirty shadow is there!
At this time!
Crete suddenly felt a violent pain in his abdomen!
The dirty shadow's claws clawed through his lower abdomen!
Crete opened his eyes wide, not believing what he was seeing at all, but the constant loss of strength in his body made him understand that he was indeed attacked by his servants, and moreover, he was pierced through the abdomen. Crete's body was like broken grass,
He fell backward softly. As he fell, a small black stone appeared in his hand. The stone was very fragile. Even the shock of Crete's fall to the ground shattered the stone, and an invisible force
The signal is spread out.
The dirty shadow sneered twice, no longer paying attention to Crete who fell to the ground, and turned towards Cyril!
Cyril did not look back and walked on by himself, as if he didn't know what was happening behind him.
The smudge had already stuck to her back, and she could feel a touch of moisture across her neck, and a force was trying to lift off the wolf-headed mask she was wearing.
Lightning flash!
The dagger Jumie appeared in the palm of her hand, spinning elegantly and bloodyly in the air, tracing a half-circle along Cyril's hand, and stabbed into the dirty shadow's back!