In the next second, Cassius recovered from his stunned and glared at Incarus again and shouted, "So what? No matter how powerful your master is, it's your master, not you! ”

Not to be outdone, Incarus glared at Cassius: "My master is powerful, so I'm not afraid of you!" ”

"No matter how powerful your master is, it's not you, you should be humble!"

"My master is powerful, why should I be humble!"

"If you are not modest, you are proud!"

"What's wrong with my pride? I am me, not my master, and my pride is none of my master's business! ”

"It's none of your master's business, you should be humble!"

"I don't! My master is amazing! ”

"No matter how powerful your master is, it's not you!"

"My master is amazing!!"

"No matter how powerful your master is, it's not you!!"

"My master is amazing!!"

……

Blake looked at the two elves arguing in front of him expressionlessly, if he hadn't been sane, he would have kicked them away.

"Incarus!" A roar was heard, and the two elves stopped arguing and turned their heads to look at the person in a daze.

The man picked up Incarus, turned to the side, put down Incarus, and rebuked him in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you eight hundred times? When you're away from home, 'military secrets' are not allowed to be leaked, how do you do that? ”

"Huh?"

"If you dare to divulge 'military secrets' again, be careful that I will go home and give you black melons!"

"Don't dare, don't dare......"

"That's right."

Then he picked up Incarus, returned to him with Cassius's sobbing gaze, put down Incarus, and said solemnly: "Incarus, send this little rabbit who loves (white) (vegetables) home." ”

"Yes." Incarus understood what Justin meant, but he was angry.

"Stop." Suddenly, with an indifferent and cold voice, a black figure stood in front of Incarus. The inky blue cloak fluttered in the wind, along with the long jet-black hair.

Incarus tilted his head and stared at Blake for a long time, then squeezed out a sentence: "How do you take care of your little rabbit?" ”

"Boom", Cassius felt a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and he was gorgeously struck.

Blake stared at the elf in front of him, and a dark light flowed in his silver-blue eyes.

He had to say that this elf ...... What eyes......

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