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Freckles didn't answer, and with one hand he swung his knife to kill the rat, and the other short knife crossed his side. The blade is like a shining mirror, reflecting Gordon behind him. If there is any change in the other party, he will be able to detect it in time.

To be honest, he didn't like Gordon. This person is deep and ruthless, and there is always an inexplicable shadow behind his gentle smile.

Although the five of them have a good relationship, he only recognizes Atay, Redfur, and Tracy, and never wants to be close to Gordon. It's Freckles' intuition, like a wolf cub that survives alone in the brutal wilderness all year round, and can detect danger just by smelling the wind and smelling it.

"Bang!" A large furry head suddenly poked into the hole and slammed into the dagger.

The blade pierced through the thick bristle of tawny stripes and pierced into the hard skull, bursting into sparks and incinerating.

The beast shook its head and roared in pain. Freckles staggered back, his fingers numb with the force of the violent impact, bloodshot open, and the knife almost came out of his hand.

This is a gray-tin marsupial lion, with huge cracked teeth, jaw muscles, and an open blood basin mouth that almost blocks the entire hole. It tugged at the rock on the outside of the hole with its front paws, and shook its thick neck in an effort to squeeze into the hole.

"Other beasts have climbed up." Gordon heard the roars of beasts outside one after another, resounding through the sky like a huge wave rolling towards a cliff. He looked at the exhausted freckles, and really didn't understand why the other party had to hold on, an undercover agent didn't even know the most basic judgment of the situation?

Freckles snorted, bowed forward, and the two short knives slammed into the marsupial lion's jaw, and then drew the knife and retreated sharply, the tip of the knife carrying a puddle of blood. The thylacine roared in pain, his head went wild, and he rushed into the cave without hesitation.

The cave is very narrow, no more than half a meter wide, and the four walls are abrupt and uneven. The upper body of the thylacial lion can be squeezed in, but the fat belly is stuck by the tortoise, and he is in a dilemma for a while, unable to move, so anxious that his hind legs are desperately kicking, and he can't stop yelling.

The entrance to the cave was blocked by a thylacial lion, and Freckles was finally able to breathe. He sat on the ground with his back against the rock wall, took out a few bottles of potions from his backpack, and drank them all. "Gordon, give me the gems. You're right, if we can't stop it, we'll just throw this shit away. He said casually, taking out the hemostatic powder, applying it to the wound, and wrapping it in a bandage.

"It's okay, I'll take it. You still have to fight the beast, where can you spare your hand? Gordon gripped the box and smiled, freckles' attitude changing too quickly. At such a time, how could he hand over something that was at stake for his life.

The freckles dressing hand shook slightly: "My source power is almost consumed, you will guard it for me later, and we will take turns to change guards, okay?" ”

Gordon replied quietly, "Of course, no problem, we are partners." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Freckles suddenly jumped up, reached out to him like lightning, his shoulder blades "clicked" off, his arm suddenly swelled an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he stretched out in front of Gordon, like a soft long snake straight to the wooden box.

Gordon turned sideways and withdrew his hand, the wooden box moved behind him, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger was raised to the freckle's palm. If he hadn't seen Freckles' bone joint technique before, he might have been attacked by the other party.

Freckles flipped his palm, dodged the dagger, and flicked his middle finger to Gordon's wrist, which should become fast and flexible.

Gordon's dagger trembled, conjuring up ripples of cold light, each of which rotated high, locking the direction of Freckle's finger movement.

Freckles retreated and looked at Gordon in surprise, the two staring at each other like sharp blades silently exchanging blows. The surroundings were dark, only the angry eyes of the bronze bell of the sarcophine were wide open, bursting with cold blue light, reflecting the mottled two faces.

"Is it an addiction to coca potion and an irritable mood?" Gordon took the wooden box into his arms and asked casually, "Do you always carry coca potion with you when you are out hunting?" ”

Freckles was silent for a moment, then took out a sealed tube of potion from her backpack. The agent is cloudy, milky white, with many small colored particles suspended.

"This is a coca potion exclusively configured by the Blood Hell Society, not a large road commodity that flows into the black market." He shook the glass tube and whispered, "Do you know what that means?" ”

Gordon nodded: "A clever alchemist can mix seven kinds of coca and concoct a special coca potion according to different proportions. In other words, you will always be under the control of the Blood Prison Society, and only the coca potion they refine can satisfy your drug addiction. Unless you get your hands on the Blood Hell Society's unique recipe, you won't be able to buy other coca potions from the black market. ”

Freckles sneered: "You know a lot of things." ”

Gordon's expression was calm: "You know how many martial arts you can use. ”

"Click!" Freckles slammed the glass tube with a slam palm. The glass shards were deeply embedded in the palms of his hands, and blood mixed with the liquid medicine oozed through his fingers. "This time I came out, and I made up our minds with Redhair, Atai, and Tracy. If you can't quit your drug addiction, you'd rather die! ”

He raised his head and stared at Gordon fiercely, like a lone wolf struggling with injuries: "I've had enough!" I don't want to live like this! Do you understand? I don't want to let myself be accused anymore, and I don't want my partner to be accused! Either fight with your life, or give away this life! ”

The thylacial roared violently, its forelimbs clapping desperately, its sharp claws pulling out marks on the rocks.

"I don't want to die." Gordon said.

"You're missing, Artey and Redfur are looking for you everywhere, they treat you like brothers! But what about you? What have you done for them, you shit? Freckles roared, their cheeks flushed, and their eyes flashed with a manic glint. It was a sign of the addiction to coca's potion, and he was a little out of control.

Gordon looked at Freckles and walked over to the frantically struggling thysupial lion.

Outside the cave, there was the sound of chewing with teeth clenching, dense and chilling. The thylacial lion screamed and screamed, its head flailing in pain, blood slowly flowing down its soft belly, staining the rock walls red.

Gordon could imagine that the back half of the thylacial lion's body left outside the cave was being eaten by the beasts. It won't be long before they will be hit by the beast tide.

"Gem flowers can only alleviate the addiction to coca medicine, not a cure. There is only one way to truly cure drug addiction, and that is to rely on your own perseverance. Sorry, I can't help you. Gordon reached for the box, ready to throw out the jewel flower.

"Wait a minute!" Freckles stretched out his arm to grab it, but retracted his hand and hissed, "Your martial arts cultivation is on the path of the skill school, right?" ”

"That's right." Gordon thought to himself, they were just a rough fight, and Freckles saw through his way, which showed that the other party had a comprehensive and profound martial arts inheritance.

"The Skill Sect has long since disappeared, and it will be difficult for you to find their cultivation classics, and you will not be able to go down this path. Looking at your shots, you should have reached the limit of your skills, right? Do you know what a pole is? Do you know how many poles you will encounter in your cultivation technique? Want to know how to break through? The freckles spoke faster and faster, and the roar of the thylacial lion became weaker and weaker, and his head twitched involuntarily.