"Take the bullets?"

Marco Polo walked to Iron's side very naturally.

He carefully pinched the sharp blade in his left hand, and touched the affected area of Crazy Iron's arm with his right hand, and held it down hard, raising the knife to smash it into the wound.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Are you a pervert? Let go of Lao Tzu! Did you heal your wounds like that?"

Crazy Iron struggled wildly, and was so shocked that tears were about to fall out!

"What the is this! It's not healing, it's killing! Help me! ”

Crazy Iron was hysterical and yelled in defiance.

"What the hell are you howling about? That's how I've dealt with my own injuries. I'm very good and it doesn't hurt. ”

Marco Polo looked at the crazy iron and screamed, twisting left and right.

He couldn't get the knife down for a while, so he had to stop.

"No, no, no! I don't want you to take it, it's too scary! ”

Crazy Iron glanced at the knife in Marco Polo's hand and shuddered.

But he felt that the manly husband was a little embarrassed for fear of pain, and some embarrassment flashed on his face.

"Unless... Unless there is an anesthetic, it's pretty much the same. ”

Crazy Iron whispered.

He turned his head to look at the ground, looking apprehensive.

"Anesthetic? It's easy! ”

Marco Polo's turquoise eyes blinked, and he raised his hand to quickly aim at the neck of Crazy Iron is a gravity blow!

Before he could scream, Crazy Iron was knocked unconscious.

"I'm sorry, I'm just going to get bored."

Marco Polo's mouth curled into a wicked smile.

The knife in his hand was very flexible, piercing into the flesh and picking it up quickly. The bullet from the gunshot wound fell out.

When Angela ran to the cave, Crazy Iron had woken up and sat on the rock.

He raised his hand and rubbed his neck, only to feel soreness and pain. Looking down again, there were two scattered bullets on the ground.

He turned his face to look, huh? The gunshot wound on his arm had been well bandaged with strips of cloth.

The back of the body is also well bandaged, and there is a faint smell of herbs?

Could it be that he slept for a while, and Marco Polo helped him bandage it?

Wrong? How did he fall asleep so well?

Crazy Iron raised his hand and rubbed his hair, looking irritable, too lazy to think about it.

"Wake up fast."

Marco Polo walked over leisurely, took a wild fruit in his hand and handed it to Crazy Iron's eyes.

Crazy Iron reached out and grabbed the wild fruit angrily, and after a few seconds, he said "thank you" very awkwardly.

As soon as Angela ran into the cave, she began to cry pitifully when she saw the two of them.

She said vividly, especially when Athena was brutally killed by Di Renjie, she said Di Renjie hateful.

Even Marco Polo couldn't help frowning when he heard it.

Rather, it was Crazy Iron, after he heard that Athena was dead.

At first, his eyes widened, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

The wild fruit in his hand fell with a clatter, rolling on the ground and covered with mud.

He doesn't seem to believe that Athena will die,

I felt like I was away for a while, how could that goddess-like holy woman die?!

How so? No, he couldn't take it!

Crazy Iron roared with extreme anger, and his eyes lit up with rage!

"Di Renjie! I have a grudge against you! ”

Crazy Iron had red eyes, clenched his fists angrily, and stood up with a thud!

The bandaged wound was torn suddenly, and the blood under the bandage was faintly oozing, and it hurt to look at.

"Nana! I'll avenge you! You wait! ”

Crazy Iron gritted his teeth hard, and his charged hammer was born in his hand.

He had just raised his foot to leave, when suddenly a sharp pain from the wound on his body hit!

He let out a loud cry of pain, tears pouring out of his reddened eyes.

"What are you doing, kid? A wound all over the body! Don't move! ”

Marco Polo immediately stopped with a serious face. He grabbed Crazy Iron's shoulders with both hands, trying to calm Crazy Iron's emotions.

"Didn't you hear? She said Athena was dead! He's dead! ”

Crazy Iron yelled at Marco Polo in a fit of rage. The green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he yelled: "Don't drag me, you kid!" Get out! Fuck off! ”

Crazy Iron's reddened eyes were filled with tears, and he roared out of his mind.

He pushed Marco Polo away with a sharp force, gritted his teeth and raised his feet, and rushed out.

Marco Polo had a cold face, and quickly followed him, raising his hand to the neck of the crazy iron, and a hand knife slashed down fiercely.

"Hmm..." Crazy Iron rolled his eyes, was stunned, and collapsed in an instant.

Marco Polo reached out and caught the iron, turned around and without saying a word, dragged the iron to the stone slab in the house.

Marco Polo naturally knew why Crazy Iron was angry, but he knew more calmly that Crazy Iron rushed out to find Di Renjie at this time, which was tantamount to sending him to death.

This afternoon, in the midst of the scuffle, he saw Di Renjie.

That man is good at rune spells, extremely powerful, and should not be underestimated.

"Revenge requires intelligence more than force."

Marco Polo said something in a deep voice, and then laid the body of the mad iron on the flat stone.

Madiron's many bandages had spread from his previous rage, and blood was flowing freely.

Marco Polo's originally clean dress was covered with bloodstains.

Marco looked down at the blood on his clothes, his emerald eyes blinking.

He didn't say a word, his deep gaze fixed on Angela, who was standing on the sidelines.

Marco Polo had been suspicious of Angela since she had cried about Arthur's death, and felt that she was deliberately instigating.

This afternoon, he obviously saw that Di Renjie was good at using runes, why did he suddenly switch to using a dagger to kill people?

Just like him, he is good at using a short gun, he can kill with a single shot, and he will never use other weapons.

And Angela said Di Renjie to be extremely hateful.

Imagine how such a hateful person could kill one person and let the other person run back unscathed.

The most suspicious thing is the frost marks on Angela's body.

Athena once joked with Crazy Iron and used Frost to teach him a lesson.

He clearly remembered that the frost had to be reached by Athena.

If it was a life-and-death struggle, Athena would not be in the mood to joke with Angel.

And with Athena's skills, how could she be stabbed madly at close range.

It is only possible that that person, when she was unguarded, suddenly attacked and stabbed her in the vital part.

After Marco Polo thought about it,

He raised his eyes again at this time to take a closer look, and the blood stains on Angela's clothes immediately sank.

It is surmised that Athena should have been killed by Angela!

"Brother Marco, why are you looking at me?"

Angela was very uncomfortable with Marco Polo, to be precise, she was hairy at the sight.

She smiled and asked pretending to be obedient.

"You said Nana was stabbed to death by Di Renjie with a dagger?"

Marco Polo's gaze was like an endless sea, deep and turbulent.

"Yes . . . That's right! Di Renjie was so ruthless that he didn't even blink his eyes! ”

Angela stammered slightly.

"It's strange, I see that you are obviously uninjured, but your clothes are covered with blood."

Marco Polo walked slowly towards Angela, his hand silently touching the gun on his waist.