"I'm not that material...I can't revive the family..."
"I really want to escape..."
Freckles watched gloomily as Gordon and the Direclaw approached each other, and fragments of words popped into his mind one by one. He recalled every nonsense he said when he was unconscious.
At that time, he was confused and couldn't figure out what he said, but after waking up, Freckles could remember everything. This is a special skill called "memory recall", which requires not only extremely rare mental talent, but also long-term training.
It's a secret of the Qi Ya family.
His fingers trembled slightly, and Freckles touched the short knife on the ground. He revealed too many fatal details. Once Gordon leaked out, he would be finished, and the family inheritance would be cut off.
"Bang!" Gordon suddenly fell down, his toes flicked to the ground, and he ran under the Direclaw's belly with an unusually dexterous gesture, without the haste of his staggering steps just now. With a flick of his wrist, the cold light of the dagger swept from his hand.
, stabbed at Ying An, who was facing him.
Gordon was injured on purpose, in order to trap and kill the cunning baby! Freckles suddenly realized, and his expression suddenly changed. Damn it, the Direclaw couldn't stop its momentum and was charging towards him!
Yingnan reacted very quickly, swung its tail quickly, turned around and ran away, kicking out a swift arc with its strong hind limbs.
Freckles pushed his elbows hard and rolled. The thick front legs of the Dreadclaw stepped on his face, splashing a large amount of blood. Freckles quickly grabbed the short knife, his hands and feet were still a little weak, and his shoulders twitched uncontrollably.
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"Crack!" Gordon's dagger plunged into Yinggao's right hind leg, causing the leg bones to break and the flesh and blood to explode, all the way to the tail vertebrae. Yinggao was limping on three legs and jumped out of the hole screaming.
"Pfft!" Freckles stretched out his arm and stabbed the Dreadclaw into the neck of the Dreadclaw. The Dreadclaw swayed and fell, and the corpse blocked Freckles, making it almost difficult for him to move.
"You finally woke up." Gordon said without looking back.
"I just woke up for a while, and my head is still dizzy and muddy. I can't remember anything clearly." Freckles deliberately made his breathing louder, wondering if Gordon was aware of his murderous intention.
Send the Dreadclaw over as a warning?
Gordon said: "I heard that coca can damage the brain and make people talk nonsense like a madman."
"Am I talking nonsense? Didn't I scare you?" Freckles let out a hoarse laugh, secretly pondering the meaning of the other party's words. Gordon was implying that he would not leak the secret and had no intention of embarrassing himself? But who can he believe?
Well, only the dead can keep secrets in this world.
"I didn't pay attention. I was only focused on dealing with the ferocious beast. Has your drug addiction subsided?" Gordon put his foot on the cave wall, flipped sideways in the air, and the dagger was like a swooping eagle's beak, pecking a deep hole in the forehead of a ferocious beast.
"much better."
"It will be even harder next time."
Freckles was silent for a moment, lying on the back of the Direclaw, immersed himself in sucking the beast's blood to replenish his strength. His murderous intention quietly subsided. It was not the time for internal strife with Gordon yet. The coca drug addiction was only temporarily over, and would soon be over.
Ushering in the next wave of attacks, life is worse than death, endless, like a shackle that is difficult to break free from.
He has always been put on various shackles, and he has had enough.
"Have you recovered your power?" Gordon added, "There are too many ferocious beasts, I can't hold on anymore. Please help me deal with the missing ferocious beasts."
Shit! Freckles immediately understood that the other party was on guard against him and wanted to squeeze out all his strength. But he had no room for refusal. He could only pull out the short knife from the beast corpse and snorted: "I will try my best."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Freckles realized that not only had he lost his desire to kill, but he was also controlled by others. Gordon guided his thoughts in just a few words and took the initiative.
This is a conversational technique for controlling the situation. Only children of established aristocratic families are good at this technique. Freckles was suspicious, where did the illegitimate son of a small nobleman learn this skill? His eyes followed Gordon's figure,
He was clearly caught in the beast tide, covered in blood, and exhausted to cope with it, but Gordon's expression seemed to be enjoying an intoxicating feast.
"Ghoul!" Freckles couldn't help but shuddered, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. He suddenly thought of his ancestor Qiya, and some people were born to fight.
The ferocious beasts rushed into the cave one after another, like a hammer constantly beating Gordon, squeezing out all his potential. The breathing technique also seemed to be tempered again and again, and the weakened fluctuations strengthened again, turbulent and ups and downs, and invisible waves surged from Gordon.
Every corner of the body is repeatedly gushed out, and the skin, muscles, bones, blood, and internal organs are fully penetrated by the breathing technique, creating a wonderful sense of breathing.
Exhale - inhale - swallow - exhale... In the dark, Gordon seems to have touched the true meaning of the breathing technique: when this breathing technique is practiced to the highest level, the whole person will turn into one breath, endlessly, and merge into
Heaven and Earth. But now, he has only mastered the tip of the iceberg of the art of breathing.
The source power of the spider web is exhausted again and again, and the source of rebirth is constantly decreasing. However, Gordon's understanding of Xiwei Technique is getting deeper and deeper, and he is becoming more and more skilled in using it. As long as the Xiwei Technique touches the shoulders, elbows,
The back, the arch of the feet, the knees... every part of the body can be used to attack and transmit waves. A slight movement can produce huge lethality and consume very little source power.
This is the real skill! Gordon stepped sideways, swung his waist, and exerted force lightly, knocking a giant rock lizard away and smashing it into bloody pieces on the rock wall.
"What the hell! Gordon, where did you secretly learn the martial arts of the Trick School?" Freckles was dumbfounded. Using the small to gain the power, using the weak to kill the strong is definitely the essence of the ancient Trick School. Could this perverted boy be the same as me?
An undercover agent?
Xi Wei Technique is the secret of the Technique Sect! Freckles' casual words hit Gordon like a bolt of lightning, and his heart suddenly became clear. The source of power will eventually be exhausted. How can the two-shin-ryu warriors fight bloody battles for twenty-four hours?
Unless they can use techniques like Xiwei Shu!
"It's almost the same as you. It's all obtained by chance. You won't leak it, right? I don't want to be stared at." Gordon said with profound meaning. Since Freckles is an undercover member of the Blood Prison Society, he and he are not enemies, and he is happy with him.
Adding to the Blood Prison will cause trouble. But the water behind Freckles is too deep, and he has no intention of getting involved, so it's best to stay away from him. If you don't make enemies and keep your distance, you might be able to make a lot of money from Freckles in the future.
Shit, go ahead and lie! Freckles spat and gritted his teeth to face the charging pinhair baboon. From time to time, Gordon would let a ferocious beast charge towards him, consuming his energy and preventing him from fully recovering.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the ferocious beasts were still swarming like crazy. Freckles suddenly shivered, and an indescribable strong hunger spread all over his body. It seemed like itching but not itching, and it seemed like pain but not pain. He clung to the rock wall tightly,
Tears flowed freely, and the coca drug addiction struck again.