The blood-stained body was now covered in mud, and some of the dead leaves had fallen on the pink curls, which the snake girl picked out with her remaining hand and threw them to the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Everyone wondered if the snake girl hurt when she was doing this.

Because they could not see any pain on the face of the snake woman, they only saw that she was handling someone else's body, handling a dead body, and as if she were making a taxidermy, she was forcefully stuffing hay into the empty inside under the fur.

With an uncomfortable expression, Naine lowered her head and shrank behind Arthur, no longer looking.

The others could see clearly that the gap in her body healed as the snake girl shook off some of the dirt.

As she continued to shake off the dirt and throw away the dead leaves in her hair, she proudly said, "It won't be long before my arms grow, how can a fragile human be able to do that." ”

Arthur pouted: "Fragile humans can cut off your left arm, cut off your right arm, cut off your newly grown arm, I don't know if your snake tail and head can grow after cutting it off." ”

The snake woman glared at Arthur coldly, but did not speak. Arthur smiled like an innocent child and did not pursue the answer.

The snake girl was dirty, covered in blood and dirt, and looked very embarrassed, but she could at least walk.

She began to lead Arthur and the others forward, to the castle she had spoken.

Because Arthur had always called her "fleshy pink tail", she simply told everyone that her name was Bismarck, and that she had been hunting beautiful human men in this forest for hundreds of years, and she didn't know what was going on.

"Pretty human man?" Salina laughed, and she teased Arthur, "Hey, this guy is interested in you." ”

Arthur shuddered at Bismarck's writhing snake's tail.

"Don't joke about Salina. Arthur made a helpless expression, "I'm going to have nightmares." ”

At night, the daylight faded and the people lit torches and moved on.

The trees that stretch as far as the eye can see become natural walls, and in the darkness of the night, they seem to become ghosts dancing in the wind.

As Naine gets closer to Arthur, she looks around from time to time, and a possum suddenly jumps out of a rock, or an owl suddenly chirps, all of which cause her to panic.

She simply grabbed Arthur's arm, and although Arthur didn't care, this somewhat slowed down the movement of the whole team.

However, this is exactly what Bismarck wants, although the wound is temporarily healed, her physical strength and magic have not yet recovered, she can't walk fast, and she also needs to rest.

So every time Naine reacted and asked the team to stop the vigilance, Bismarck would snicker, look at Naine with mocking eyes, and take the opportunity to rest.

But after many times, Bismarck began to get impatient.

When Nein screamed again in panic, Bismarck exclaimed, "What is it called? Haven't you walked through the night? Obviously they have all died once, melted in the dirt and darkness, and become food for maggots, grass, and trees, what are you afraid of!?"

Naine was stunned, it was the first time someone said such things to her, even if it was an enemy not long ago, a Warcraft Snake Girl, she still immediately showed a guilty look, and said to her companion: "I'm sorry." ”

Arthur first stepped on the tip of the snake's tail, and then he kicked Bismarck's ass, or what appeared to him to be the buttocks.

"Oops!" Bismarck was already weak, and Arthur kicked her hard, and she fell to the ground, her towering breasts pressed to the ground, and new dirt on her body and pink curls.

"bastard!"

Bismarck roared and looked back, and saw that Arthur's hand had grasped the hilt of the sword, and she immediately closed her mouth, and made an exaggerated gesture of closing her mouth, rubbing her body against the ground, and shrinking back little by little, trying to get away from Arthur.

Bismarck's appearance was a little funny, which would have been funny, and Arthur was sure that if Bismarck hadn't said it before, he would probably laugh out loud, laughing and kicking Bismarck's stomach with his foot, and his chest, which looked like a whole bucket of milk.

But now Arthur's face was so bad that he couldn't smile at all.

"Hey, Warcraft, do you think you can say something like that?"

With that, Arthur began to draw his sword.

Naine grabbed Arthur's arm and shook her head vigorously.

Arthur looked at Nain's swaying chestnut hair and the little braided braids on the side of his face.

"You know I can do without the riches of witches. ”

"I know, I know!" Nayin hugged Arthur's arm tightly, held his hand, and pressed the sword that had been drawn back into its scabbard little by little.

Arthur sighed.

He looked at Bismarck, who immediately shook his head vigorously, his long, curly pink hair brushing back and forth like a broomstick across the floor.

"I ...... I apologize...... I'm going too far...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Please, I beg your pardon...... Belch...... Excuse me...... I'm really sorry......"

Looking at Bismarck's embarrassed appearance, Arthur's body finally relaxed after a period of tension, and his hand let go of the hilt of the sword.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Nayin's forehead rested on Arthur's shoulder: "I don't care at all about what Bismarck said, or rather, after becoming Arthur's ghost, I don't care at all." What I care about is that Bismarck's words make sense. As a spirit shadow, as an important combat force, I shouldn't be so afraid. But I don't know what's going on, it's not the first time we've walked at night, I've never been so scared before, why here, my heart is always restless, I can't understand, the more I can't understand, the more uneasy and fearful my heart becomes. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. ”

Looking at the young girl snuggling up to the young man, and the young man hugging the young girl, Bismarck, the snake girl, maintained a false apology on her face, her head slightly lowered, and her eyes looked at the master and the spirit shadow next to each other, she thought that this was really the most disgusting and deformed picture she had ever seen, and she firmly believed that the master and slave pair would not be tolerated by humans, that they would be driven out by the sword, that they would be hunted, that they would fall into a hell from which they would never recover, and that they would be burned by eternal karmic fire, leaving no trace.

"You don't need to say sorry. Arthur stroked Nayin's face, his fingers running over the chestnut hair and the small braids next to his face, "No one will blame you, if you feel strange only here, it's your acuity as a spirit shadow, there is something wrong with this forest, isn't that guy's appearance proof of it." ”

As he spoke, Arthur pointed to Bismarck.

"You're a wake-up call for us. ”

Bismarck saw Arthur walking towards him, his hand on the hilt of the sword once more.

"Hey, Bismarck, no, fleshy pink tail, tell us what you are hiding, and if you don't say it, I'll cut off your tail, so that we can know if the tail can grow back when it's cut off. ”