"Save you?" Asa Leng raised the corners of his mouth and set up an attacking stance, "Okay." ”

"It just so happens that I'm interested in fighting—"

Madara bowed slightly, with no emotion on his face.

The two figures turned into two streamers colliding together almost instantly, and in less than a second of collision, there were no less than dozens of sounds of weapon handover, which were piercing and sharp, and the man and Sanna who were watching the battle couldn't help but reach out and cover their ears.

After the handover, the two figures separated, and Madara was still the same, and he didn't even speed up his breath in the slightest, as if he hadn't just participated in the battle.

On the other hand, on Assalom's side, the woman's eyes were frighteningly bright, and the long stick in her hand was still buzzing after several seconds. She reached out and tugged at the collar that had been cut open, and there was excitement in her tone that couldn't be hidden, "Come on, let me see if you can cut my neck with your next cut-"

Asa Leng flew up and down with his long stick on his head, but this time Madara didn't move, just set up his dagger to take the blow.

"If I wanted to, I could have cut your neck just now. ”

As if just to finish such a sentence in its entirety, the next moment the figure disappeared in place.

Asa Leng reflexively met him at the speed of light.

In the endless sound of soldiers, there was also a low voice of Asa Leng with anger, "Then I want to see if you have this ability!"

"Qiang—"

A long roar pierced the air, and Sanna exclaimed as she looked at the two of them who were still at a standstill.

Assalom's long stick stood in front of him, blocking the blade of Madara's left hand, while the dagger in Madara's right hand was now firmly resting on Assalem's neck.

Madara withdrew his dagger, his face calm and calm, "You're not my opponent. ”

Asa exhaled heavily, his long stick hung down, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, "I lost." ”

Madara nodded, his expression unchanged from beginning to end, "Why did you attack me suddenly?"

Asa sneered and threw the long stick on his shoulder, "It's nothing, when I first saw you guy, I wanted to fight with you, but unfortunately there has been no reason, this time I saved someone, and the fight was very happy, today is really comfortable." ”

“......”

Madara reluctantly agreed with this reason, there is indeed such a kind of person in the human race, in his opinion, it is like retaining some kind of beast instinct, and fighting is a necessity of life, although he can't understand this feeling, but he still thinks that this kind of person is a little easier to understand than those guys with twists and turns.

"Then can you let me take this man?"

Madara gestured to the man behind Assalon.

"No, you can't. ”

Asa Leng refused, "Dong Wusheng asked you to come, right?"

“......”

Madara was silent, speechless.

His presence here at this time is the biggest logical flaw in itself, and it can't be said that he came to take a walk in the mountain behind the cemetery, right? Even if it's true, no one dares to believe it.

Asa Leng spun his stick and laughed, "Don't struggle, God is not on your side, let's just happen to be here to catch it." ”

As he spoke, Asa turned cold, "Do you regret not killing me just now?"

Madara was silent for a moment, and then said, "What will you do to Dong Wusheng?"

"What?" Asa curled the corners of his mouth coldly, "If we are not good for Dong Wusheng, will you kill us?"

"Yes," Madara nodded without hesitation.

Asa pouted coldly, "The stupid appearance of being carried away by love." ”

Madara: "......"

I don't know if it's better to refute being carried away by love, or if it's better to refute stupidity......

"But how to deal with Dong Wusheng, I can't give you a clear answer now, to see if she is a calamity, and another point, that is, the thing in her hand-"

As he spoke, Asa looked at it coldly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You kid looks stupid, don't let a woman deceive, that guy has a criminal certificate that only first-level criminals have, and the people of our temple will use that thing when they arrest some high-level criminals." ”

“......”

Madara nodded thoughtfully, "If I can guarantee that Dong Wusheng is not a calamity, and that the one in her hand is definitely not a criminal certificate, can you let her go?"

"Huh?" Asa Leng looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "How can you guarantee it"

"Dong Wusheng is definitely not a calamity, you should also have a way to verify it, provided that the man you just saved is isolated, if I guess correctly, he should be the calamity that first appeared in Rose Town. ”

After listening to what they said, the man also knew something about their current situation, and when he heard this, he immediately denied it: "It's not me, the woman you are talking about! I know what the calamity you are talking about, I have friends who are also from the temple, and I saw with my own eyes that the woman was stoned to death in the head, and then resurrected, and it was because of this and that woman that she wanted to kill me!

Asa looked at the man coldly, then turned to look at Madara again, "How do you deal with this meeting?"

"I have a way to prove it," Madara said calmly, "the calamities are all people who are already dead, ordinary methods can't kill them anymore, I can kill him now to prove it to you, if not, I will accompany him with my life." ”

The man's eyes flashed, and he quickly dodged behind Sanna, and began to cry to Sanna for some words that he must make decisions for him.

Sanna looked at him, then at Assalom's knife-like gaze, and walked to Assaleng's side with a sneer.

Asalan took the end of the long stick and pointed at the man's chest and said, "Stay away from her." ”

The man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, slowly retreated, and said continuously: "Okay, good......"

Asa snorted coldly and turned his head to look at Madara, "This matter depends on the situation, so I will promise you first not to be embarrassed." ”

"You must not hurt her," Madara stared at Asa Leng with a solemn expression.

"Good. ”

Asa Leng thought for a moment and nodded, "I promise you, as long as she is really innocent, then she will be fine if I am fine." ”

"Okay," Madara nodded, "as for the thing in her hand, it was a gift from someone she once knew, and the owner of the thing created it with what you humans call love, and I can prove it, because I'm the spirit of that thing." ”

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned.

After pondering for a moment, Asa Leng picked up his long stick and threw it forward, leaving only a little girl with silver hair on the ground.

The girl looked only five or six years old, with two braids, and her small face was carved like a porcelain doll, but the expression on her face was completely indifferent with a capital letter, which was quite similar to Asa Leng in this respect.

"Ahsan, is this person a machine spirit?"

Asalom asked the little girl with a gesture of pointing.

"Report to Dad, this man is a machine spirit like me, I just heard what you said, I felt this aura in another woman, I think it should indeed be the machine spirit that that woman has. ”

"Okay," Asa Leng nodded, then raised his fist and slammed the girl on the top of the head without mercy, "Are you infected by Sanna? What's in your head? How many times have I called me master, what is the messy name of Daddy?"

The little girl covered her head with a cold face, as if she had just been smashed on someone else's head.

Sanna was startled when she saw it next to her, and hurriedly walked over and touched the little girl's head, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

Then he turned his head and glared at Assaleng, "Are you crazy, Assaleng, you can do it with such a young child?"

Asa sneered, "What do you think this guy is? ”

The little girl, Ah San, raised a small expressionless face and looked at Sanna, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine." ”

Sanna: "......???"

Asareh: "......???"