"What's wrong?"

Li Bai hurriedly followed behind Di Renjie and flew down in the barren forest with blue shimmer.

He frowned, a glow like fireflies, and a little sadness in the silence. There was a faint bad premonition in his heart.

Di Renjie stood in the barren forest, silent.

His cold gaze touched the ground, and the puddle of blood and unmelted frost met his eyes.

His heart sank, Athena died?!

He stared for a long time at the frost scattered on the ground and gradually dissipated, not knowing what to say, and feeling a little sad.

If he hadn't beaten Athena to a serious injury, she wouldn't have been killed so easily.

He is also responsible for her death.

Di Renjie's fists clenched slightly, remembering that Athena had also said that she had unfulfilled wishes. He was emotionally complicated for a while, and his heart was stuffy.

"Aren't there going to be dead people?"

Li Bai couldn't see a clue for a long time, he reached out and patted Di Renjie's arm.

"Hmm." Di Renjie nodded

。 He walked slowly towards the pool of blood, catching a glimpse of a small dagger falling from the pool of blood.

He tightened his eyebrows, crouched down, reached out and picked up the dagger in the pool of blood with his fingertips, and observed it carefully.

The dagger is small and exquisite, and the handle is intricately carved, and the pattern does not look like a thing of Chang'an.

Di Renjie looked at it over and over again, and always felt that this thing seemed to have been seen somewhere.

He thought about it in his mind with a cold face, rubbing the handle of the dagger in his hand.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, and then he frowned in disgust!

Angela, this dagger is hers.

During that fight in the woods, he had seen her with a small dagger pinned to her waist.

In order to guard against her close-up sneak attack, he deliberately paid more attention to it.

Now that he thinks about it, the pattern on this dagger is the last time he saw it.

"Abominable! You can actually kill the people who protect you! ”

Di Renjie clenched the dagger tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to suppress the anger in his heart.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Raising the tip of his finger, a lilac rune appeared, and he used his fingertips to lead the rune around the dagger.

The suspended runes shimmered, as if they were absorbing the breath on the dagger, and the lilac aura swirled around and absorbed, slowly after a few seconds.

The lilac runes are ice blue, emitting a strange light, which is very peculiar.

"Seeking! Hurry up! ”

Di Renjie drank coldly, and raised his fingertips with a wave of his hand.

With a whoosh, the cold light dissipated in his hand, and the speed was extremely fast, beyond the reach of the eye.

After this rune of his absorbed the breath, he could find the trace of the origin of the breath.

This rune was only used by Di Renjie when he was tracking down dangerous monsters, but now he just wants to find Angela as soon as possible!

His dark eyes grew cold, and his fists clenched silently.

Angela, as long as you are still in Chang'an City, I will not let you live to this day.

Angela ran out of the wilderness with the artifact Pain Mask in her arms, not knowing where to go for a while.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that there was a cave not far from the barren forest.

They had formed an alliance before, and when they first arrived in Chang'an, they settled there.

Later, I felt that the mountain road was slippery, so I ran to the ruins near Daci Temple.

If Marco Polo and Crazy Iron escaped, then it is most likely that they hid in a cave.

She blinked her big eyes, and as soon as her eyes lit up, she ran quickly towards the mountain not far away.

On a barren mountain, inside a narrow cave.

Crazy Iron was humming and chrapping sideways, lying on a large flat rock.

His yellow-brown hair stood up, and it was all collapsed, listless.

His face was covered in sweat, and there were many wounds on his legs and back, and his clothes were stained with blood, which seemed to be not lightly injured.

"I didn't expect you to have a good conscience and know to come back to save me."

Marco Polo sat leisurely against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave without smiling.

He reached out and untied the jet-black cloak that was draped over his body.

A red and white robe was revealed, lined with his golden hair, which was even brighter and more conspicuous.

The wound on his wrist was wrapped around the hem of his cloak and torn strips of cloth to make a simple stop to the bleeding.

The leg was also slightly bandaged, and it didn't seem to be serious.

"You're farting! Lao Tzu is running for his life in the wrong direction, who will go back to save you! ”

Crazy Iron frowned and cursed, speechless in his heart.

He was indeed worried about Marco Polo at that time, so he turned around.

As a result, as soon as he passed, he found that Marco Polo's figure was agile and he could fly.

It's good that he used to be a meat shield, and was slashed several times by those two crazy people.

In the end, it was Marco Polo who fired bullets indiscriminately and repelled the two pursuers before he picked up a life and came back.

If there was another time, he would swear never to do such a stupid thing again!

"Oh, it looks like I'm being amorous!"

Marco Polo smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and by the way, he reached out and pushed down the body of Crazy Iron.

"Ahh Yes! Don't touch me! It hurts! Neurotic, you! ”

Crazy Iron was covered in wounds, and his face was distorted in pain when he moved, and the ghost cried wolf.

"Why are you so sluggish? You've been cut so many times, don't you run? ”

Marco Polo couldn't help but stand up, slowly walked in front of Crazy Iron, and crouched down to look at his face.

"Excuse me! You're running fast! ”

Crazy Iron's eyes widened in anger and shouted loudly with a belly of fire.

After hearing this, Marco Polo couldn't help but purse his lips and smile, his green eyes were very good-looking.

"I see you have a few gunshot wounds on your body, let's treat you first."

Marco Polo glanced up.

Crazy Iron was hit by two bullets, one in his arm and one in his buttocks, and the rest were knife wounds of varying severity.

"I don't want you to deal with it, go away! Roll on! ”

Madiron refused impatiently.

"Then let me make it clear to you, this gunshot wound is no better than a knife wound or something like a sword wound.

If this bullet is not taken out, in case the wound infection worsens, but it will be cut off ~ "

Marco Polo raised his eyebrows and said something deliberately lightly.

"What!"

As soon as Crazy Iron heard that he was going to cut off his hands and feet, his whole face was elongated!

"Is it that serious..."

His voice became smaller, and he glanced weakly at Marco Polo, as if he was hesitant.

Marco Polo nodded with an extremely serious expression.

After a few seconds of struggle, Crazy Iron reluctantly said, "Then you can help me take out the bullet first." ”

"No problem~"

Marco Polo squinted and smiled confidently.

He took out a shiny small sharp knife from his waist, which looked very sharp.

"Hey! Feed! Feed! What are you doing! ”

Crazy Iron swallowed in fright.

He noticed that Marco Polo drew his knife with great skill, and his eyes widened in shock.

Marco Polo wouldn't just use this knife to stab the flesh and rip out the bullets, would he?