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"The ancestors are...... Odd teeth! ”

"I'm not that material...... I can't revive my family's ......."

"I want to run away from ......"

Freckles watched gloomily as Gordon and the Dreadclaw approached each other, and a few words popped into his mind, and he remembered every nonsense he had said while unconscious.

He was too confused to figure out what he had said, but when he woke up, Freckles could remember it all. This is a special skill called "memory backtracking", which not only requires extremely rare mental talent, but also requires long-term training, which is an uninherited secret of the Qiya family.

His fingers trembled slightly, and Freckles touched the short knife on the ground. He confided too many deadly details, and once Gordon leaked out, he was finished, and the family inheritance would be severed.

"Bang!" Gordon fell suddenly, his toes bouncing to the ground, and in an unusually dexterous posture, he scurried under the belly of the dreadclaw, without the haste of his stumbling steps. With a flick of his wrist, the cold light of the dagger swept up from his hand and stabbed at the infant beholder facing him.

Gordon was wounded on purpose, in order to trap and kill that cunning baby! Freckles suddenly realized, and immediately his face changed drastically, shit, the dreadclaw beast couldn't stop the momentum, and was rushing towards him!

The baby reacts very quickly, the tail flicks quickly, twists and runs, and the vigorous hind limbs kick out a rapid arc.

Freckle's elbow struggled and rolled, and the dreadclaw's thick front legs stepped past his cheek, splashing a large pool of blood. Freckles quickly grabbed the short knife, his hands and feet still a little weak, and his shoulders twitched uncontrollably.

"Click!" Gordon's dagger plunged into the baby's right hind leg, and the leg bone snapped and the flesh exploded, all the way to the tail vertebrae. The baby limped on three legs and screamed and jumped out of the hole.

"Poof!" Freckled probe arm, and the short knife stabbed into the dreadclaw's neck. The dreadclaw staggered and fell, its corpse blocking the freckles, making it almost impossible for him to move.

"You're finally awake." Gordon said without looking back.

"I woke up for a while, but my head was still dizzy, and I couldn't remember anything clearly." Freckles deliberately aggravated the wheezing, would Gordon sense his killing intent and let the dreadclaw come over as a warning?

"I've heard that coca potions damage the brain and make people talk like crazy people," Gordon said. ”

"Am I talking nonsense? Didn't freak you out, did you? Freckles laughed hoarsely, secretly pondering the meaning of the other party's words. Is Gordon hinting that he won't leak secrets and has no intention of embarrassing himself? But who can he trust, only the dead can keep secrets in the world.

"I didn't pay attention, I just dealt with the beast. Has your addiction subsided? "Gordon stepped on the cave wall, flipped on his side in the air, and the dagger was like a duck's beak that swooped down, pecking a deep hole in the head of a fierce beast.

"Much better."

"It's going to be harder next time."

Freckles was silent for a moment, lying on the back of the dreadclawed beast, burying his head and sucking the blood of the beast fiercely, replenishing his body. His killing intent quietly subsided, now is not the time to fight with Gordon, the coca addiction is only a temporary past, and soon the next wave of work will be ushered in, life is better than death, never end, just like the shackles that are difficult to break free.

He was always put in all sorts of shackles, and he had enough.

"Your source power has been restored." Gordon said, "There are too many beasts, I can't hold it anymore, you can help me solve the beasts that I missed." ”

Shit! Freckles immediately understood that the other party was guarding against himself and wanted to drain his strength. But he had no room to refuse, so he could only draw a short knife from the beast corpse and snort: "I'll do my best." ”

As soon as the words came out, Freckles realized that he was not only dispelled by his murderous thoughts, but also controlled by others. In just a few words, Gordon guided his train of thought and grasped the initiative.

This is a conversational skill that only the children of old aristocratic families can skill. Freckles wondered in his heart, where did the illegitimate son of a small nobleman learn this set? His eyes chased Gordon's figure, obviously caught in the beast tide, covered in blood, tired of coping, but Gordon's expression seemed to be enjoying a drunken feast.

"Ghoul!" Freckles couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps appeared on his skin, and he suddenly remembered the ancestor Qiya, some people are born to fight.

The beast slammed into the cavern like a hammer slamming into Gordon, squeezing out all of his potential. The breath microsurgery is also like being tempered again and again, and the weakened fluctuations are strengthened again, turbulent and turbulent, invisible waves repeatedly gush out from every corner of Gordon's body, and the skin, muscles, bones, blood, and internal organs are fully penetrated by the breath microsurgery, giving birth to a wonderful sense of breathing.

Exhale-inhale-swallow-spit...... In the dark, Gordon seemed to have touched the true meaning of the breathing technique: when this breathing method is practiced to the highest level, the whole person will turn into a breath, endlessly, and merge into heaven and earth. And now, he is only the tip of the iceberg of mastering the micro-technique.

The source power cobwebs are exhausted again and again, and the source power of rebirth is constantly decreasing, but Gordon's understanding of the breath microtechnique is getting deeper and deeper, and the use of it is becoming more and more skillful. As long as the microsurgery can reach, the shoulders, elbows, back, arches, knees, ...... Every part of the body can perform attacks, transmit waves, and a slight movement can produce huge lethality, and the source power consumed is negligible.

That's the real trick! Gordon strode sideways, swung his waist and slammed a giant lizard out of the way, blasting it into a bloody blur on the rock wall.

"What the hell! Gordon, where did you steal the Skill School martial arts? "Freckles are dumbfounded, and the small is broad, and the weak kill the strong, which is definitely the essence of the ancient skill school. Is this perverted kid just like me, an undercover agent?

The microtechnique is the secret inheritance of the school of skill! Freckle's casual words hit Gordon like a bolt of lightning, and his heart suddenly brightened. The source power will eventually be exhausted, how can a martial artist with two hearts fighting for twenty-four hours in a row?

Unless they can use a technique like the Microtechnique!

"It's almost the same as you, it's all a matter of adventure. You're not going to leak out, are you? I don't want to be targeted. Gordon said meaningfully. Since Freckles is undercover in the Blood Prison Society, he is not an enemy with himself, and he is happy that the other party will cause trouble for the Blood Prison Society. But the water behind the freckles is too deep for him to be involved, so it's best to stay away. Neither to be evil, but also to keep a distance, in the future, may be able to make a lot of money from freckles.

Shit, liar to the ghost! Freckles spat and gritted his teeth at the pounced needle baboon. Every now and then, Gordon would let a ferocious beast rush at him, draining his source power and preventing him from fully recovering.

I don't know how long it took, but the beast was still surging wildly, shivering with freckles, and an indescribable intense hunger and thirst crawled all over the body, like itching but not itching, like pain but not pain. He clung to the rock wall, tears streaming down his eyes, and the coca addiction was done again.