"So, do you have to be reckless with me?" The old lady sneered, "I don't know whether to live or die." ”

Before she could finish her words, she struck the ground again with the cane in her hand.

Ye Dill raised her hand, and the hairpin that had already been pinched in her hand instantly became larger.

The coldness exuded by the [Twilight Sword] is still so vivid in the middle of the winter night.

Looking at the [Twilight Sword] old lady pointing straight at her, her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's really a good prop." ”

That look, as if he had already taken the [Twilight Sword] for himself.

Ye Dill didn't speak, the tip of her sword pointed at the old lady, but she didn't attack immediately.

If possible, she did not want to use force to resolve the conflict.

Although she has killed a lot of monster bosses and the like in the game, she has never really done anything to a human.

If it wasn't a last resort, she wished she could do it without her hands.

Homicide...... After all, it is a hurdle in her heart.

The old lady glanced at Ye Dill and suddenly laughed: "The stinky girl is really too young." ”

She lifted her crutches and pointed the end to the left of Ye Dill to the left.

In the next second, Ye Dill saw a black thing suddenly jump over on the ground on the left side of the old lady.

Ye Dill subconsciously took a step back, and then found that she couldn't move.

She lowered her eyes, only to see her shadow caught by a pitch-black mass. Fat Cat Literature Network

She read that right, she was really caught!

The pitch black quickly deformed, and finally turned into the appearance of an old man on crutches, but the shadow old man's hand grabbed the hand in Ye Diel's shadow, and the shadow crutch poked right at Ye Dill Shadow's feet.

Ye Dill didn't have her head under control, and she looked up at the street lamp above the right.

Although the light of this lamp was dim, it was enough to illuminate the shadows.

So, the old lady was waiting for her in this place on purpose.

Ye Dill looked at the cane in the old lady's hand again.

Although she had guessed that the old lady's crutch was a prop, she did not expect that the crutch could be used to control shadows.

"If you attack me directly with the sword in your hand, I may not have time to control you with my shadow." The old lady smiled, and the old man's voice was smug, "After all, my crutch needs to be struck twice before pointing at the shadow of the target to be effective." ”

Ye Dill tried to move her feet, but she felt as if she was tied to a boulder, and she couldn't move a bit.

Her arms could only maintain the posture of raising the sword, and could not be retracted.

The old lady walked in front of Ye Dill with small steps, mocking as she walked: "It's the end of the world now, either you die or I live, and you still can't do anything to the enemy...... You haven't killed anyone in so long, have you? ”

Ye Dill tried a few times, and when she was sure that she couldn't move, she simply gave up struggling.

She looked at the old lady's shrewd eyes and asked, "What about you?" Killed a lot of people, right? ”

"I'm not as naïve as you, and in order to survive better, of course I have to have more victims." The old lady raised her hand and touched the [Twilight Sword] in Ye Dill Hand, and the prop description immediately popped up in her mind, "Okay, it's really a good prop." ”

Her eyes were full of excitement: "This sword is really cold, a little colder than the ice cubes in winter." ”