Before Draenor could hear what he was saying, the man rushed towards him as if he were flying. Draenor drew his dagger to block his attacking arm, only to see the man turn and fly up and kick him in the chest.

The incredible force sent Draenor flying in the air, and he fell to the sand and rolled for weeks, nearly losing sensation in his legs.

"Damn, this guy ......" Draenor was about to get up, only to find a sharp pain in his lower back. It should be that the ribs were kicked and broken, and it was clear that even a werewolf could not inflict such serious damage on him, what kind of divine is this man!

When everyone heard the noise, they saw that Draenor had collapsed to one side, and a strange figure stood on the ground on the other side.

"Mr. Delanor!" Jeanne hurriedly ran to Draenor's side, not knowing what strange force he had been attacked, and his entire waist and abdomen were almost twisted at right angles.

The man noticed the change in the breath around him, and the fragrance of roses became more and more intense, almost like burying the tip of his tongue in the stamen of the rose to taste the sweetness of the nectar.

He turned his gaze to Viklico's body, white skin, flaxen curls scattered over his shoulders, and seductive ruby eyes. That's right, she's the treasure she's been looking for.

"The Girl Among the Roses...... My dear. He lifted his finger and slowly aimed it into Viklico's eyes, a strange smile rising from the corners of his mouth.

"It's disgusting, do you know this guy?" Cooper raised an eyebrow at Vicilico.

The behavior of the "...... first meeting" man made Vikily shiver, she had never seen this face before.

The man heard what Viklico was saying, put his elbow to his abdomen, bowed deeply, and said, "My name is Belle, a surgeon...... To tell the truth, I have also done some work similar to that of a killer. The scent of you captivates me like a sea of fragrant roses in a dream. ”

The man politely introduced himself to the crowd. All of this made Vikirik feel even more disgusted, he looked like a Canaanite from the West, but his skin was as pale as the Blood Sect. The main thing is that he was able to introduce himself so calmly after hurting someone.

Vicilly drew her spear from behind her, aimed it at the man's head, and shouted at him, "I don't need to know who you are, you've already wounded my friend anyway." I'm sure you'll soon be a nameless corpse in the desert. ”

It is difficult for Belle to say a logical and clear sentence in front of strangers, but like before, he always talks about himself. He memorized it so well that he would tell every person seeking medical treatment or a victim about his past like a poem.

But this is not the case for those who will hurt themselves. Feeling threatened by Viklico's actions, Bellel lunged at her with a step. Vekily was ready to draw her spear at any moment to parry the attack, but only Draenor knew how terrifying the man named Belle was.

A blue figure suddenly stood in front of Viklico, and he drew his short sword and slashed at Belel's wrist, the black liquid soaking the white nightgown. Draenor picked up Vickyrico and threw herself to the side the moment the other man stopped.

Vekily looked at Draenor as his body twisted, and there seemed to be a crunch of something his body, only to see that the sunken ribs gradually returned to their original shape. She knew that the White Refining Fire would greatly increase Draenor's recovery ability, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"What a swing......," Draenor smirked, holding his waist and sitting on the ground. He stretched out his dagger and aimed it straight at Belel's body, "But it's over, and no one can escape the erosion of the stone statue poison!" ”

Belle felt the wound suddenly stiffen, and his entire arm lost sensation. Although he didn't know what poison had been smeared on the dagger, it seemed that his situation had become dangerous.

But at the moment when the gargoyle poison began to spread, Belier suddenly raised his wrist with the sword wound close to his mouth and bit it off violently. Black liquid gushed out of his sleeve, and a stiff palm fell to the ground.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects...... Hahaha!!! Belette burst out laughing, he had dismembered countless corpses, and he was incomparably familiar with every joint and even every vein. And his current ability is unmatched, even if he is pierced in the chest, he can't end his life!

His body suddenly trembled, the empty sleeves became full again, and a charred right hand stretched out of the cuff and slowly clenched until the strange liquid faded and the bitten wrist was reborn.

Draenor pulled the trigger on him with his firebolt, but the bullet passed through his body and fell to the ground like a waterfall.

"What the hell is this monster...... Delaeno noticed the nightgown he was wearing, which he seemed to have seen somewhere...... That's right, it's the nightgown of the village leader, Uno!

"You guy, did you chase this far here? What did you do to those villagers! Draenor felt anger burn in his heart, but it was still daylight, and he couldn't turn into a beast and tear a man's body apart.

"Villagers? I don't know, it's just coke......" Belle grinned, and took a step towards Draenor again.

"It looks like they've been attacked." Draenor calmed down, the fear of encountering a powerful enemy was unavoidable, but the person in front of him was no longer as simple as an enemy, but a sinner addicted to killing.

Faced with sinners, Delaenau's anger goes far beyond fear, and he won't be knocked down twice in the same place.

Draenor got up and leaped into the air to dodge the man's side kick. He drew his firearm in the air and aimed it at the man's skull and pulled the trigger, and the moment the figure was torn apart by the flames, Draenor turned and fell to the ground.

"I can only blame you for narrowing the road." Draenor blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and turned to look at the mangled body that had fallen to the ground.

The torn garment wrapped around the wreckage of Belial, and the thing suddenly moved again, and with its arms outstretched, it dragged its body into the oasis with its body in a hurry.

"Damn, there's no way to solve him!" Draenor couldn't believe what was in front of him, the headless corpse was hiding in the shadows of the jungle right under his nose. He got up and was about to follow the trail to catch up, but was grabbed by Viklico's arm.

He saw Viklico shake his head, and suddenly realized that it might be a trap. He himself couldn't use the advantage of his weapon in such a small space, and if he followed Belel into the dense forest, he would be sent to death.

The body stood up again in the shade of the tree, his covered in asphalt-like liquid, and gradually returning to its original state.

This was indeed a trap, and Draenor stopped in place with the concept of "I won't move if the enemy doesn't move", carefully observing the motionless Bellian standing in the bushes.

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