I exhaled a breath as I no longer felt that I was far away.
Today, the monster is still in a state where it will not attack heavily unless it takes the initiative to attack, as if it is still surrendering to the confused state it was in when they first met.
But in fact, as long as this monster is looking at them, its eyes are already a fatal attack to them.
It is worth mentioning that the cat-eyed monster seems to be very afraid of Wu Qian'er's wand. As long as Rong Xiyue waves the wand, even if it is just a wave, when there is no magic power in the wand coming out to you, the cat-eyed monster looks like
They were all trembling with fear.
It was as if Wu Qian'er's wand had struck this monster hard a long time ago.
Rong Xiyue took half a step back and saw the monster taking a step towards her, but the blood pool was not far away but closer.
This situation seems very strange...
Between advancement and retreat, it seems that it is not clear which one is the real advancement and which one is the real retreat.
When Rong Xiyue and the first-generation magicians opened this place just now, her palms were scratched. Now that she was holding a wand, she had neither time nor intention to fix the wounds on her palms.
Therefore, now that the force is strong, the wound will open immediately.
After the wound opened, Rong Xiyue's blood seeped out from the palm of his hand unconsciously.
The blood didn't penetrate much, but the key point was that it was Rong Xiyue's blood, the blood of the elves, and even more of the royal elves.
In this western continent, all of this is the world that was built by the other gods of Wisdom God Moon. So, to the bloodline of Wisdom God, it is like a sacred and inviolable supreme existence.
No matter what kind of existence they see, they will inevitably avoid it to avoid direct encounter with such existence.
"GUGU!!!!GU!!"
When Rong Xiyue's blood dripped down, the cat-eyed monster happened to attack him. The human face turned over, and the cat's eyes hidden in the mucus underneath seemed to pop out one by one, looking at him.
Rong Xiyue.
Blood dripped instantly.
'Trick--'
The moment it dripped, Rong Xiyue and Xiao Lu both heard the sound as if the skin and flesh were being burned, and even had a smell that seemed to be burned.
It was clear that there was no flame at all, and there was absolutely no sound of flesh being burned.
Following the sound, Rong Xiyue looked at the monster under her that was coming towards her. This time, she could see it clearly.
I saw that one of the green eyes was dripping with blood. After the blood was dripped, the eye that looked very psychic and beautiful suddenly turned into a bloody color.
It looked terrible.
It's mixed in those beautiful cat eyes again, it's very weird.
The human-faced cat-eyed monster quickly shrank its marshmallow-like body back, looked at Rong Xiyue warily, and backed away again and again.
When retreating, he never forgot to cast his fierce eyes on Rong Xiyue, as if he wanted to frighten her.
"You, you, you are a descendant of the God of Wisdom!"
Rong Xiyue retracted her palm and gently treated it with lignin, which healed the open wound and stopped the bleeding. At this time, the marshmallow monster with a human face and cat eyes was already
Forced to retreat.
Rong Xiyue looked at the place where it was forced to retreat, and her eyes lit up. It was not only a very safe place away from her, but it was also right next to the blood pool!
The marshmallow monster with a human face and cat eyes was leaning back to back next to the blood pool.
At this time, the strange cooing sound no longer came out of his mouth, but it was the voice of an old woman.
As if soaked in the vicissitudes of the years, or completely hurt by the years, the old woman's voice was full of lamentation about the death of the moon. When she said this, her voice was hoarse and full of uncertainty as to how she should use it.
The tone to describe it is shock or horror.
Descendants of the God of Wisdom?
Rong Xiyue couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard the old woman's voice.
Regarding this point, didn't she almost recognize this monster with a human face and cat eyes when she first met it? Otherwise, what does the look from confusion to hatred mean?
She had always thought that it was this monster who recognized her elf identity and was so hostile to her.
How could she know that she only knows now?
"No, no, no, how could you be a descendant of the God of Wisdom? She has long been——"
Before Rong Xiyue could react, the monster with a human face and cat eyes shook his head repeatedly from behind, hurriedly denying what he said.
The old voice became more vivid because of this doubt about himself.
Maybe it's because she hasn't seen anyone for a long time, or maybe it's because the fact that Rong Xiyue is a descendant of the God of Wisdom has too much impact on this old woman.
However, Rong Xiyue heard something in the old woman's words, and even heard her excessive reaction to the descendants of the God of Wisdom.
According to what we learned last time, the demonized God of Wisdom has indeed never done anything good. However, there are no absolutely good things or absolutely bad things in this world. What happened that year?
What about things?
And does the woman this old woman suffers from refer to her mother?
The expression on Rong Xiyue's face was unpredictable. Looking at the old woman's face, she finally couldn't help but ask,
"Who is the she you are talking about? Wu Qian'er?"
The old woman looked at Rong Xiyue with a look of real horror. She was so frightened that she didn't even want to get closer. This reversal of the situation was something she had not expected. What the old woman wanted to do at this moment was probably to run away.
He left Lai Rong Xiyue's side and fled far away, not wanting to get any closer.
And after she heard the three words Wu Qian'er, her reaction was also huge. The face of the man lying on the ground immediately lifted up, and when he faced Rong Xiyue, his expression was very distorted.
"Wu Qian'er?! Wu Qian'er! Who are you? How do you know Wu Qian'er's name! Where are you from?" The old woman's voice trembled, but she only had an expressionless face.
With a face magnified many times, no hand could point at Rong Xiyue and ask,