Chapter Ninety-Three: Back to the Blood Wasteland
But Lao Qiao was also uncomfortable, after eating Hou Ye's arrow and flying knife, he fell to the ground, blood almost flowed to the ground, and his suddenly wide eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't figure it out!
Arrows can shoot through their own shields......
Hou Ye, who fell to the ground, wiped the blood from his nose with trembling hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info's undulating chest showed Hou Ye's current state.
"You ......" Old Joe's lips were pale, which was caused by excessive bleeding.
"I'm sorry." Hou Ye took a deep breath, "I won this game." ā
This sentence was like the last straw that crushed the camel, Lao Qiao opened his mouth, and finally spit out three words, "You won." ā
Little by little, the bitten leg is regaining consciousness, and the effects of the curse are gradually dissipating. Although his head was still swollen and painful, it did not have much impact on Hou Ye.
Because there is always a cool breath lingering in one's own brain, which is the power of the precepts!
"You're not a career changer." Hou Ye asked.
The reason why I asked this question was because of Old Joe's current state. Even if he was the most advanced transferor, he would not be as pale as he was now, after being attacked by Hou Ye.
The characteristics of the Transferees allow them to fight back with the enemy, even if they are on the verge of death. Instead of being like Old Joe, he could only lie on the ground and wait for the blood to run out and die.
Lao Qiao had already closed his eyes and did not answer Hou Ye's question, his right hand was placed on his chest, as if he was stroking something.
"Sister...... Then, you're left alone......"
Lao Qiao didn't speak, and Hou Ye didn't ask, after all, his current state was already clearly telling Hou Ye that he was not a job changer.
"That'...... Good luck. After Hou Ye finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Old Joe's appearance was already doomed to his death, although he was curious why he was able to use such a magical spell when he was neither a transferor nor a warrior, but now......
Everything doesn't seem that important anymore, does it.
Hou Ye's distant footsteps gradually disappeared in Lao Qiao's ears.
When it was completely gone, Lao Qiao opened his eyes, and a trace of ...... appeared in his originally calm gaze A look of peace of mind.
"Stupidity, hypocrisy." Old Joe muttered, "You're going to pay for it sooner or later,"
The small turquoise snake coiled on Lao Qiao's arm deftly ejected and flew to Lao Qiao's chest very quickly.
Old Joe turned his head and exposed his major artery to the little snake's sight.
......
The little snake spat out the snake letter, and then opened its big mouth violently, and two sharp and sharp fangs pierced into Old Qiao's neck in an instant.
The pain of the artery being punctured did not make Old Qiao frown at all, but immediately after, what the little snake injected into his body made him feel painful.
I couldn't help but let out a low growl.
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Return to the makeshift camp
The scene can only be described as a mess, the tent that was originally set up has collapsed, and there is still black smoke in many places around, which is obviously a trace of Shirley's ability.
Shirley was cleaning, and when she saw Hou Ye coming back, she patted her hands and asked.
"Solved?"
Nodding, Hou Ye walked over and sat down, reached out and pulled a long wooden stick from the side, and stabbed the fire with the long wooden stick, causing a series of sparks to splash.
"Solved." Hou Ye's mind came to the image of Lao Qiao dying. Just let him go...... There's only one ending.
After all, the other party is not a transferee, and healing potions are useless to him. And in this deep mountain and old forest, there is no way that anyone will come to save him.
"The other party ......" Shirley wanted to ask for something more, but since it had been solved, after thinking about it, it was better to forget it.
Moreover, her intuition told her that Hou Ye's current state was not very good.
The two people who solved their worries slept much better than the previous few days, but Hou Ye didn't sleep very steadily.
I woke up several times during the night, and every time I got up, my head would swell and ache for a long time.
"Could it be that the technique left something in my body......" Hou Ye muttered. But he didn't feel anything special, unusual.
When I got up this time, I simply didn't sleep, anyway, it wasn't long before dawn.
Then the firelight, Hou Ye took out the book from his backpack and looked at it.
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Three days later
Hou Ye and Shirley finally walked out of the forest and stepped on the territory of the Blood Wasteland.
They were greeted by a large group of Fallen Demons, and among them, there were also a large number of Fallen Demon Wizards.
In the eyes of Hou Ye and Shirley, these Sinking Demons were not a threat, because their scale was not large, and there were no mutated or strengthened Sinking Demons among them.
After some effort, the two of them were able to get rid of them all.
"Why don't you go back to camp with the scroll first?" After Hou Ye finished packing up his things, he said to Shirley.
The teleportation scroll cannot be used in the forest, but now that it has left the forest and entered the Blood Wasteland, it is natural that the scroll can be used.
"Forget it." Shirley thought for a moment and shook her head, "There are all kinds of Sinking Demon camps here, you will be in danger alone, and there is not much distance from here to Zevis Village, if we can go together, we can hurry up." ā
"Okay."
Since Shirley said so, Hou Ye nodded and agreed, anyway, it's good to have someone to accompany you on the road, isn't it.
After taking out the map and identifying the directions, the two of them walked forward.
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(To be continued...... ļ¼