Chapter Twenty-Seven: Iron-Blooded Commander 8

"Whoosh-"

An arrow glowing with a glowing green light burst through the air from behind Su Eleven, grazed the side of the man in black, and shot at the demonic beast that pounced on Su Eleven, but had no time to dodge.

Shu Shiyi turned around, and Rong Zhiwei, who was standing not far behind him, held a longbow in her right hand.

The white longbow was also like that arrow, glowing with a glowing green light, remembering the green light in Rong Zhiwei's hand when he treated him, Su Shiyi felt that it was probably Rong Zhiwei's own spiritual power transformed into something.

The monster that was shot let out a long roar, and seemed to be very annoyed.

After the arrow hit the demonic beast, it dissipated, but the wound of the demonic beast was still gurgling and bleeding.

Immediately after that, Rong Zhiwei pulled her bow and shot two more arrows towards the demonic beast, forcing the demonic beast to retreat a little.

This happens in a matter of seconds.

Then Rong Zhiwei picked up another arrow and aimed it at the man in black.

The man in black glanced at Rong Zhiwei deeply, and after snorting coldly, he turned around and disappeared into the forest a few steps.

Su Eleven suppressed the shock in his heart, and then raised his gun to attack the demonic beast.

The already injured Warcraft was naturally no match for Su Eleven, but it died and fell to the ground in a few moves.

Then Su Eleven put away his spear and walked towards Rong Zhiwei.

After Rong Zhiwei smiled faintly at Shu Shiyi, the longbow in her hand turned into a little star and disappeared.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Su Shiyi really didn't believe that she still had such skills.

After standing still in front of her, he said, "How many more surprises do you want to give me?" ”

Rong Zhiwei's right fingertips flashed in front of his left hand with a faint light.

The small abrasion on his left hand healed instantly.

"Nope."

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and when she opened her mouth to continue speaking, her eyes suddenly went black, and her body fell forward weightlessly.

For a moment, black strange lines covered her vision.

Just like the black stripe that appeared on her right leg.

Su Shiyi hurriedly reached out to catch her, let her lean on his body, and looked down to check on her situation.

"Rong Zhiwei?!"

She closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered twice before she slowly opened them.

Fortunately, I didn't pass out in a coma.

After blinking his eyes a few times and coming back to his senses, he helped Shu Eleven to stand up straight: "... I'm fine, maybe I've consumed a lot of spiritual power. ”

"Then you still spend spiritual power to help me treat the small abrasions on my hands."

Su Eleven frowned and stared at her tightly, although his words were full of blame, his eyes were not blaming, and his heart was filled with a faint distress.

Rong Zhiwei looked up at Su Shiyi and smiled: "I didn't know that my body would be so weak now." ”

He took out a spirit fruit from his storage ring and stuffed it for her: "Can it be recovered?" You can't stay here for long. ”

"Yes."

Then Shu Eleven turned around and walked to the corpse of the monster and squatted down, took out a white handkerchief and a dagger from the storage ring, dug out a kernel at the back of the neck of the monster, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and after treating the other one in the same way, wiped the dagger and put it away, and raised the kernel in front of Rong Zhiwei.

Asked: "Is this core of the Warcraft of any use to you elves?" ”

Rong Zhiwei shook her head and said with a smile: "What's the use of the elves asking for the core of the demonic beast, you can't let me eat it, right?" ”

Seeing that she still had the energy to joke, Su Shiyi's mood relaxed, and he hooked the corners of his lips: "Then I'll take it back to the forger." ”

"Yes."

Rong Zhiwei lowered her head, kicked away a small pebble at her feet very casually, her right hand hidden under the sleeve of the wide cloak behind her back trembled, and there were faint black lines on her wrists that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"That man in black is obviously coming for you, and I must be there outside in the future."

Shu Shiyi grabbed Rong Zhiwei and walked towards the edge of the forest.

Thinking of the man in black, his eyebrows were full of worry about her.

He didn't know any of the best men in the city who had a strange mark on his right hand.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to survive a hundred battles.

Not knowing the identity of the other party is the most lethal key point.

The news that she is an elf has leaked out in the end.

After leaving their exclusive mark of the mercenary group on the surrounding trees, the two left the inner circle.

Picked enough spirit fruits for Rong Zhiwei and put them in the storage ring, and then walked towards the previously agreed camp location.

Originally, the time for this opening was three days, but because of the appearance of the mysterious man in black, Su Eleven changed the battle plan and ended it one day early.

The next night they returned from the forest to the mercenary base.

Su 11 went to the meeting as usual to summarize the situation of this wasteland.

And Rong Zhiwei was sleeping in the room.

The next morning, the two were sitting in their room having breakfast.

Su Shiyi casually mentioned a few guesses about the identity of the man in black last night, but found that Rong Zhiwei looked so sad that she didn't even drink a few sips of her favorite sweet soup.

"Are you sick?"

"No, no..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Eleven's palm was already on her forehead.

As if he felt that his palm couldn't test the temperature, he simply reached out and clasped her head and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Huh?"

The sudden approach made Rong Zhiwei stunned for a moment, and then her heart beat faster, and the distance between the two was so close that each other's breaths blended together, and a wisp of blush floated onto her cheeks.

Getting closer, Shu Shiyi could clearly see herself reflected in her watery green eyes like a pool of tranquility.

After letting go of her, he raised an eyebrow: "Why are you so red?" ”

“... I don't know. ”

Rong Zhiwei reached out to cover her hot face, and looked away from him.

It was this gesture of raising her hand, and the sleeves fell down a little, which also made Shu Shiyi notice her wrists.

"What is this?"

Su Eleven reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her sleeve up.

The black lines that emerge on the fair skin are conspicuous and eerie.

"......" she lowered her eyes, without explanation.

Su Shiyi pulled up her left hand and tore off the sleeve, but her left arm was still white and smooth, without weird lines.

"Tell me, what is this?!"

He remembered that when he saw her by the lake, she had absolutely no of these things on her, which meant that these lines had appeared during her time here.

But why didn't she tell him?

“......”

Rong Zhiweimo, she didn't know how to explain to him, and the fingers of her right hand that he was holding tightly curled up slightly.

“...”

For a moment, the room fell into dead silence.

Only a few wisps of breeze blew in through the open window, and a hint of coolness penetrated into the bottom of my heart.

The man's thin lips were pursed, and the emotions in his eyes were swirling, staring at the blonde girl in front of him.