"Uh-huh."

Frione looked at Balkan and took a puff of his cigarette, and he said yes to his wife.

"These are the things we should say at home, not about."

Frio stretched out his palm and pointed at the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

"Mira, do you think it is necessary to make these things public, in front of the hunter representatives, the top of the two families, and the third faction mage group."

Frion chuckled, the patriarch of Zelli was a human spirit, but unfortunately Mira had completely inherited her mother's foolish thoughts, and she couldn't see through the current situation at all.

Is it a confession bureau now, no, it's a framing bureau now

It is clear that this is the bureau of the Zelli patriarch and the Balkans.

"If what we discuss today is only these things, I believe that our husband and wife can solve it privately."

Until the goats are investigated, Frione intends to stay put.

Frione slowly stood up, and the representatives of the Buda family began to stand up.

He's going to say goodbye to the farce.

"Wait a minute, my good son-in-law, you seem to have forgotten my existence."

Frion ignored his old man's words, and walked over to him.

"My family has always been a vulgar and rude thug, and it seems more in line with my family style to leave you behind."

Balkan looked at Frio as he strode over, and Stagi had always been by Frieon's side, her "lucky key" flowing like a wave of water.

"You look like you're being coerced, do you want to go back and walk?"

Flion walked up to Mira, how ironic, the day she said she hated him, Flione invited her home for a walk.

The man rarely looked at her, she forgot her own coldness just now, and she didn't dare to look back at him when he looked at her.

Mira looked up at the man in disbelief, there was too much surprise in her eyes, and the love and hate for this man were shuttling through the narrow windows of her mind.

She betrayed her marriage, and he asked her if she wanted to come home and see it.

She said that he ruined her and ruined the marriage, but in exchange for his retrospective?

Pathetic for them.

"How pathetic, we, Frion ......"

Mira's teeth twitched, what a sad couple, one made a mistake and the other showed signs of repentance.

She had forgotten the tone in which the man called her, how long had he not called her by name, how long......

"So do you want to?"

The traces of the god of time flowed between her and Flieon, she grew old, Flion's appearance did not change at all, his temperament became deeper.

Mira raised her eyes, looked at her husband's gray eyes, and shook her head slowly.

"You're late......"

I can't go back with you, she sighed as she saw Frieon.

As long as Mira doesn't go back with him, this game can't be broken, Frion thought to himself.

It was through Mira's incident that the Patriarch of Zelli opened the source of all evil.

Frieon was quick to say something tactful about the fact that she had changed her mind.

"My family is the star that makes up my night sky, you hurt them I used to hate you, but when others come to hurt you, I will protect you like my family, because you are my only wife."

Flieon is also one of the few times he has said such a sensational remark.

He was caught by himself.

It is against his principles that he will one day have to rely on rhetoric to solve things.

Hearing this, the Patriarch of Zelli was a little shocked, he didn't expect that Flion would be able to pull his face so down and say such a thing.

He knew his daughter too well, which made Patriarch Zelli suddenly uneasy.

Mira had a fierce, confrontational conversation with him at first, and if it wasn't for pinching her little lover, Mila wouldn't care about the family's life or death.

She's a goddamn infatuation!

"Ahem!"

Patriarch Zelli coughed consciously, how could he forget that this whole game of chess is uncertain, except for the Balkans, who have never been bound by etiquette, and Mira, who should have emotional thinking.

"Mira, you have to remember what I said."

Patriarch Zelli reminded her, hell...... Mira began to waver, and the Patriarch Zelli felt that the helplessness of the world was tantamount to that he could not control his daughter.

Balkan stared at Mira, Mila felt that strange gaze unconsciously trembled, she was afraid of Balkan, Mira lowered her head and did not dare to look at Balkan.

Why didn't the day come earlier, why did she have that stupid lover, he couldn't protect her at all, except for shouting "Mira, run".

She had the luxury of expecting him to be able to compete with her family, and the only one who could really compete with the family was another family that was equal to the family.

Mira's consciousness was ebbing and waning rapidly, and many emotions washed over her beach like waves.

"So my wife has been threatened by you, both?"

The shadow of Flion looms, and the Balkans warn Mira with intimidating eyes, and Mira's father repeatedly reminds Mira to pay attention to the formation in disguise.

"I wonder what would happen if I insisted on taking her, and Mira stood up."

Flion picked up his cigarette stick and reached out to pull Mira's hand, which had been clenched into a fist.

"I said, sit down."

Balkan stared at Flion and said, apparently ordering Mira to sit down.

"No, no, no, Flieon I'm going to stay in the family......"

Mira muttered, she felt a little dizzy, she was in a state of confusion now, she was telling herself intellectually that she had to sit, but on the other hand she felt that her father was a terrible stranger to the Balkans.

She was like someone exposed to the air, dehydrated and dying, and she needed someone to give her a strong sense of security to make her feel cool.

"Let's go home, Sdaki teleport her!"

Frione quickly grabbed Mira and pulled her up, and Hanan kicked the table at the moment when Mila was dragged up, and the table rushed forward with a "boom".

Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to stop Mira, he wanted to make that western cousin have no energy left to teleport Mira.

With Flion by her side, Stage had to stop the table in front of Frieon, but they had too little buffer.

Sdaki shook as she grabbed the table, and she forced it to stop, Hanan trying to interrupt her teleportation.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Hanan had already swept over, and as long as she was unguarded and carried Hanan's kick, the bone in her body that hit her head-on would shatter, and the power of the destructive hunter was too great.

She parried with her rapidly engorged muscle-emerging arm.

The "Red Boots" partially strengthened the arms, although the "Red Boots" strengthened the defense, Si Daqi could still feel Hanan's strength, but the hunters were not divided into men and women.

Her body ushered in a non-negligible concussion, because of Hanan's kick, the arm strengthened by the "Red Boots" cracked bones, and Si Daqi felt it.

The bones felt as if they had been struck with a hammer, and the power reverberated through the bones.

If she hadn't teleported the wife of the Buda family away now, she would have been happy to play with this young master again.

"You seem to be very resistant!"

Balkan called her a cousin, and she knew he was trying to provoke her.

In fact, the Balkans wanted to distract her more, and Sdaqi's years of experience taught him not to care what others say when fighting, and to be deaf.

Staki's dynamic vision is amazing, and there's a reason why she's called "Semi-Destruction" as a Changeling Hunter.

She has pretty good stats in terms of fighting strength and agility.

Before she made it to Three-Legged Goat, she had a long and intense training session, and she was trained with all men, and she could use 450% of her physique's speed and power.

She will not be inferior to a man.

Siinz's bones are softer than those of dancing women, and Sdaki's body as a woman is even softer than Siinz's.

Balkan's brutal fist slammed into her, her body twisting and turning like a snake around his power, and she had no choice because she wasn't a destructive hunter after all.

The difference between a mutant hunter and a destructive hunter is not a difference between a man and a woman, but a difference in the strength of an elephant and a zebra.

Fight hard, and Staki will be out.

She was trying to choke the Balkans with her western winch technique, making him unable to resist for a brief moment.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the speed at which the hunter moves is fantastic, like a fast-forward fight accompanied by the impact of brute force.

It's hard to imagine that under the disadvantage of the huge difference in physique, Sdaqi has a slight advantage.

Staki knew that she could only have a slight upper hand for a short time.

In the eyes of outsiders, Sidaqi had already wrapped his neck around Balkan, which was the full form of the wrangling technique.

She used the most powerful thigh in her body to jam Balkan's neck, which could not lead to Balkan's death, because the difference in strength between Balkan and her was too great.

The Balkans will only have a rather depressed experience at this moment, he is short of breath, but in a moment he will fight back.

Now, when Staki lifted the "Red Boots" and began to transform her abilities, her tree-like structure began to flow at high speed again, and Mira's whole body began to glow, and in the exclamation of a circle of people, Mira turned into a ray of light and rose into the sky.

"Damn cousin!"

Balkan watched as Mira turned into a ray of light and left everyone's sight at high speed, and he knew that Staki had succeeded, and he slammed his back against the wall, and Staki couldn't use the "Red Boots" quickly to get back to the defense.

The people in the room heard only one aching sound, and that was the moment Stiqi hit the wall.

It was a painful experience.

At that moment, Balkan rushed to the wall with all her might, she slammed the back of her head against the wall, lost sensation in her back, and a trance came over her.

She had tried this situation, and when she was a child, she often had this feeling that her head was violently concussive.

This tragedy happens when she is beaten down.

Feeling that Sdaki was limp and ready to fall, her tree-like connections were disappearing, and the Changeling Hunter and the Destruction Hunter could not cross the chasm after all.

Balkan licked his lips, the metamorphosis is only a metamorphosis after all, even if it is called "semi-destruction", her upper limit is only "semi-destruction".

It has nothing to do with the speed of reaction and strain, just because of the difference in physical fitness.

"Huh."

Staki fell, as if unconscious, and Balkan clapped his hands and twisted his neck and smiled disapprovingly.

The Balkans reminded Staki of unpleasant things, she hated losing, it was dishonorable.

Less than a minute had passed, and the tree-like structure connecting the Sagi suddenly began to extend again, and Balkan, who heard the sound of getting up behind him, frowned and turned his head in displeasure.

"Not dead yet?"

"Burst Doll."

He saw Staki sit up and wipe her nosebleed, and turned her head to spat a mouthful of blood, she was holding a doll with many holes in her hand.

At this moment, Sdaqi's eyes were like unruly animals, and the bad memories brought her back to her true nature.

The doll began to shriek, and it was tossed by Staki, and Balkan subconsciously caught the doll.

Staki stared at Balkan and smiled, saying goodbye to him.

"Good pickup."

Balkan looked down at the doll that was getting more and more distorted the more he laughed, and suddenly—

The doll turned into an exploding ball of light, and the Balkans were engulfed in a powerful exploding ball of light.

"Blow it up black, rotten."

Staki watched as the ball of light raised her finger and made a gesture of goodbye to the Balkans.

Let you see how powerful the Westerners are.

……

"Jonami, I really don't understand what you're thinking anymore."

When Staki returned, Barcelus said this.

The first thing Sdaki did when she returned to the guild was to talk to Barcellus about the details.

The emergence of the Balkans has plunged Barcelus into a rare silence.