Dadalia grabbed Famas' leg armor with both hands and tried to move his leg.
He was stepped on the chest by the young man, and the Demon King's weapons continued to make squeaking sounds of oppression, while the originally flat ground was shattered as if it had been hit by a meteorite.
The shouts of Qianyan Army came to my ears, and three flickering lights rushed up the mountain from the foot of the mountain at an astonishing speed.
Famas raised his legs as if nothing had happened and shrugged helplessly. For the sake of Dadalia paying for his tea, it was better not to embarrass him too much.
"Damn..."
"You are one of the strongest opponents I have ever seen...cough cough cough."
The orange-haired young man struggled to support his body and sat on the ground in embarrassment. His Demon King's armor had disappeared, and there were still some flame crystals on his clothes. The Tianheng Mountain, which had been partially raining, was filled with white water vapor, and thunder and lightning continued in the clouds.
Walk in the middle.
This is the mist evaporated from the collision between Famas' flames and Dadalia's water element just now. Together with the electromagnetic reaction in the Demon King's weapons, a large thunderstorm area was created alive.
Raising his right hand, Famas stretched out the handle of his gun towards Dadalia.
"Get up and go first, Qianyan Army is coming."
Dadalia only hesitated for a moment, then immediately grabbed the handle of Famas's gun and stood up.
Retracting the handle of the gun, Famas turned around and was about to leave when he heard a thud behind him.
Dadalia, who had disarmed the Demon King, knelt down weakly. Although the Demon King had been disarmed, the power of the abyss, which was like maggots attached to bones, was constantly eroding his body and mind.
Dadalia seemed to have no time to think about what he was going to say at this moment. He just raised his head and knelt down on one knee, looking at the helpless young man in front of him. He lowered his head and laughed without emotion. His arrogance did not allow him to show weakness.
He mocked.
"My opponent saw me... in such a miserable state... Don't worry about me, cough cough cough..."
After saying this, Dadalia lowered his head and gasped for air, his whale-blue pupils shining with unwillingness.
Famas glanced at the Qianyan Army that had already rushed to the mountainside. Although he had shown mercy, the corrosive power of the abyss still dragged Dadalia's body to a dangerous point.
"Forget it, I'll take you away."
Famas doesn't want to lose a tool to pay the bills. Besides, if Dadalia is left here and caught by the Qianyan Army coming from behind, can the plan to awaken the whirlpool demon Osel continue? p>
Almost as soon as the last note finished, Famas stretched out his palm towards Dadalia, ready to help him up.
However, the ignorant orange-haired young man suddenly stood up and punched Famas. Even though he could no longer launch elemental attacks, Dadalia still punched with all his strength.<
/p>
This is the pride of a warrior.
Famas looked coldly at the fist that posed no threat to him. As long as he tilted his head slightly and raised his hand, he could easily catch Dadalia's lost fist.
As his fists and palms collided, Famas tightened his grip on Dadalia's punching hand and moved back without hesitation, causing the young man with traces of blood on his chest to stagger and shift his center of gravity forward. p>
The young man in red was sure that Dadalia had reached the limit at this moment. He stood still slightly, took half a step back as a buffer, stretched out his other hand, and directly let the young man's limp body actively crash into his own.
In his arms, his left hand, which was already ready to reach forward, hugged Dadalia's waist.
"Hmph...cough cough, no need..."
A low gasp sounded in Famas's ear, and he didn't know if it was because he pressed on Dadalia's wound or for some other reason.
The Qianyan Army coming from the foot of the mountain gradually approached. Famas and Dadalia wanted to leave, but the young man wrapped in velvet clothes began to struggle.
Dadalia didn't want to take Famas's favor. Wasn't it because he was caught by the Qianyan Army? With the strength and financial resources of the Fools, Beiguo Bank would still find a way to fish him out, or at worst steal the power of God.
The heart's plan failed.
Subconsciously, he felt that he shouldn't owe the guy in red anything.
So he still refused to admit defeat and put a hand on Famas's shoulder, tried to stand firm, and casually pushed the mask over his face toward his head, revealing his sweaty cheeks.
The white mist fell on Dadalia's exposed skin, and the condensed mist hung on the tip of his nose and delicate chin. The water droplets crossed the slightly trembling Adam's apple, followed the line of his neck, and landed on the depression of his collarbone.
in.
The painful breath he endured was filled with hot breath, and all of it sprayed next to Famas's ear.
"Are you usually this strong-willed?"
Famas pursed his lips, Dadalia smelled like snowfields.
"Ha... are you trying to be brave?"
Hearing Famas's mocking words, Dadalia was instantly inspired to fight.
The orange-haired young man tried his best to raise his head and glared angrily at Famas's red eyes that were immersed in shadows. A faint blue-purple color seeped out from the bottom of his eyes, with an ambition to not be outdone and to conquer.
"What do you think...is the reason why I, Dadalia, keep getting stronger?"
Staring into Famas's eyes, Dadalia was about to say that he was doing it to protect him, but the boy in red said something shocking: "In order to catch Zhongli?"
Famas revealed two beast-like tiger teeth, with a trace of inexplicable danger and ambiguity, and laughed happily. He already understood that the Dada Duck in his arms did not have any strength and could only
I'm at my own mercy.
"Since you like to show off your strength so much, shall I send you to Zhongli? He happens to be good at medicine. If you can't cure it, you can ask Hutao to prepare a coffin for you and provide one-stop service."
"No! You dare!?"
A shocked and angry voice came from Dadalia's mouth.
Mr. Zhongli must not be allowed to see him in such a miserable state.
But Famas turned a deaf ear and lifted up Princess Dadalia as if hugging him, crossed her hands on the back of her neck, jumped directly from the cliff of Tianheng Mountain, and fell in the direction of Shengtang.
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Yunyi opened a path, bringing with him Dadalia's infinite regret. He shouldn't have rashly provoked this young man in red who didn't know the details. Now he really wanted to send himself to the Hall of Rebirth.
At this time, Zhongli should have fallen asleep, right? What should I say when I see him?
Damn it, I must take revenge.
Staring at Famas with cannibalistic eyes, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the Hall of Purity, with the flickering lights still on.
Famas sensed it carefully. Zhongli seemed to have gone out for something, but the lights were still on in the room. Judging from the black rock gown he took off, he should have gone out to take a shower.
Jump into the room from the window. It is decorated in a simple and quaint way. There is a neat tea set on the table. There are some strange gadgets on the bedside table on the right, which should be given to Zhongli by Hutao. The left side of the bedroom is pure white.
The sheets and the pine-scented easy chair...
This is the room where Zhongli lives!
A smile appeared on Famas's face, and he said you're welcome. Then he pulled off the sheets, threw Dadalia on the bed where Prince Yan had slept, and covered the helpless Dadalia with the quilt. p>
"When you see Zhongli, remember to say hello to him for me!"
Famas smiled slyly, and helped Dadalia straighten her messy orange hair, and then climbed out of the window.
Ten minutes later, Prince Yan returned to the room in a comfortable mood, wearing a nightgown and humming a tune after taking a shower, even shaking the golden tassel earrings on his earlobes.
Pushing open the door, he saw a cute orange Dada duck curling up in the corner of the bed, staring awkwardly at Zhongli, whose pupils were flashing with shock, and said in a weak voice:
"Mr. Zhongli, things are not what you think. I can explain..."