"I'm the teacher's most beloved disciple, how can the teacher be willing to let me wait here to die!" The Hebrew wailed, but only to get a merciless white eye from the black asura.

"Who told you to go to the Mao of the general of Xuxi? That's the Four Commanders! Verlock couldn't believe it, and couldn't imagine where the Hebrews had the courage to do such a thing.

"I'm not...... It's not ......"

Hebrew was a little weak-hearted, he secretly drank a little drunken immortal brew that the old man had treasured for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be a little strong, so he floated a little.

Directly pull the person next to him to pick the hair.

He couldn't even remember how he had the courage to convince him......

He glanced at the upright silver-haired boy sitting next to him, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, lamenting that he had succeeded in this way.

The western general actually succeeded in giving him a pick, and he was still slick by him.

When I think about it, Hebrew feels like my head is going to explode.

"General West is now locked off outside, sooner or later he will find here, he will kill me! You help me and beg the teacher to let me go in and hide! Hebrew continued to wail and tug at Vilock's arm for help.

"You don't know what kind of personality the Great Elder is?" Verlock asked rhetorically, looking at Hebrew with a look of pity on his face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

I'm afraid that I'm not happy to see him being cleaned up, so it's okay to tell General Xi without saying a word.

"Then you can't wait here to die!" Hebrew was so anxious that the western generals had sealed off the center of the asuras, and even mosquitoes could not fly out, and as the search line shrank, the place where he could hide became smaller and smaller.

Until now, he hid in the small forest building of the Great Elder, but he was blocked in the reception room outside and was not allowed to enter.

In case the western general has something to do with the Great Elder, or if he comes to see it with suspicion, he will be arrested immediately.

Hebrew didn't want to sit still, and he tried to get into the backyard with a bit of luck, only to run headfirst into a translucent white barrier.

The smoke gives this wooden structure a fairy quality, and the sound of gurgling water and birds makes this area not too quiet.

This peaceful and dusty scene is calming, but the Hebrew squatting at the door is eager to throw a pit and bury himself in it, where can he be in a good mood to experience this leisurely scene.

"Still can't get in?"

Even now, the silver-haired young man who was still busy with his hand movements and knitting something asked lightly.

His silver hair, gilded in the sunlight, was almost transparent, and the only thing in his clear eyes that were the same color as the sky was the fabric on his hands.

Nothing else is in his sight.

The large snow-white fur of the unknown animal rests on its arms, and its tail that is about to fall to the ground forms a beautiful upward arc and floats in the air.

Hebrew turned his head to look at the snow-white fur of the silver-haired boy on his arm, and his feelings were even more complicated.

He only felt that his brain was like being eaten by a zombie to do such a detrimental act to benefit himself and others, just to please the saint.

But when the mission to take back the Holy Maiden failed, he could really only start from the side and learn the True Eye.

As for completing the tasks assigned by the old man? Hebrew felt that he was crazy to do those tasks of capturing the treasured S-tier beasts that were protected by the owner, the important items of the black advanced civilization, and offending the super-S-tier powerhouses.

That's not called completing the task, that's looking for death.

"When the holy woman comes, remember to help me say a few words when you deliver the clothes." Hebrew's grief-stricken pleading.

He paid such a big price, and went directly to the hair of the western general.

If there is nothing in return, Hebrew really feels that this wave of losses will fall off.

He estimated that if he was caught by the western generals, he would not be able to leave his pants, and it would be a heroic sacrifice.

"I'll talk when I see the master." Unlike the heroic mood of Hebrew, the silver-haired boy was quite calm.

After all, although he was also involved in this matter, at most he was just standing by and watching the Hebrew hair.

Coupled with his special identity, the silver-haired boy who knows that he will not be angered has nothing to fear.

If there are some waves, it is just because the master is coming, and some of them can't hold back the excitement of longing.

Speaking of the master, the silver-haired boy asked again the question he had already asked many times: "When is the master coming?"

The fundamental reason why the silver-haired boy came to the place of Asura was simply because the person in front of him swore that there was news of his master.

And the strange big light bulb in front of him, Asura, did tell a lot of characteristics and deeds that were appropriate for his master.

However, after coming here for a long time, the silver-haired young man never saw the master he had in mind, but some of his subordinates who were entertained completely forgot the original purpose of coming here.

This made the silver-haired boy feel a little bad, because those subordinates were trained by him with great difficulty to become the well-trained appearance he is now, and he can't just fall like this.

If he can't see his master again, no matter how good the attitude of the Asura side is, no matter how thoughtful the hospitality is, the silver-haired boy will still leave for him.

Because in any case, the most important thing for him is to find the master who has been lost contact for a long time.

"It's almost there, it should be like this." Hebrew was not perfunctory this time, and judging from some of the information revealed by the old man, it was indeed the last time.

"Give me an accurate time." The silver-haired boy was not satisfied with the vague and even perfunctory answer as always.

"Within half a month." It's been a long time, otherwise the Hebrews wouldn't have done such a hairy thing in a hurry and wanted to be courteous.

Even if he was drunk, it was still him, even if it was a little out of line, but it was also from his inner thoughts.

"Okay." The silver-haired boy's eyebrows and eyes can be seen with a slightly humanized soft color.

He didn't speak, but stood in the doorway with the Hebrews, his white fingers fluttering deftly between the wool, and the movements kept weaving.

Hebrew, who had been knocking at the door for a long time, finally gave up his struggle, turned around and was about to leave, but he kept complaining.

But when he saw a huge shadow appear in the forest behind him, he suddenly stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the golden fur that was particularly bright in the sunlight and the huge figure in front of the leading Luvilock.

But when I thought about it, the Hebrew sense of relief when he saw that it was a great lion was gone.

"What are you bringing him for?"

Hebrew said angrily to Verlock, "What if you bring the Western generals over?" ”

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