0198 The Day of the Hunt
When he fell asleep, Yan Bei took him out of his arms, gently put him aside, folded the quilt for him, and then began to do his own thing. ~with~dream~small~say~ั~suimะตng~lฤ
Take out the map that you haven't used in a few days, and carefully check your current location.
Looking at the remarked points on the map, Yan Bei realized that before he knew it, he had actually been 108,000 miles away from the Black Forest and came to the nearest city to one of the forbidden places, Ghost Island.
Ghost Island? Could it be that she really has to hide in this hellish place to avoid the plot?
It doesn't matter if she is killed by Zelan, but Long Long is still so young, how can she rest assured that he will be left alone?
With Zelan first, although Bolun didn't show any danger at all now, Yan Bei still couldn't help but start worrying that Bolun, the villain, would follow the plot and torture Long Long to death.
So at the end of the day, the twist value should be taken from the author, and maybe she could try to change the author?
Thinking of this, Yan Bei wanted to try, and immediately asked in his heart, "Xiao Duo, do you think this is possible?" โ
Xiao Duo didn't answer, but the mall interface jumped out, at first Yan Bei didn't understand what this meant, but when she saw those magical goods on the product column, she immediately reacted, the answer was in the mall.
But as soon as she turned the page of goods, Yan Bei felt her heart tighten for no reason, and her strong sixth sense told her that something bad was about to happen.
The bad thing?
Just thinking about it, the door "Bang! Yan Bei looked up in surprise and met Zelan's blue eyes.
Sure enough, there was nothing bad for her but Zelan!
"You're still here to kill me?" Yan Bei asked, delaying time, while quietly holding the awakened dragon in his arms, ready to take the baby to fight together.
Unlike the coldness of the day, Zelan stood quietly in the doorway, his expression very tangled, he opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out.
It's just that the tangled gaze and the hands that clamp each other tell Yan Bei that he can't help himself now.
Guessing that he might be being manipulated by the plot now and unable to do what he wants, Yan Bei got out of bed with Long Long in his arms, and while being wary of the attack he might send at any time, he said tentatively:
"I know you're being controlled and can't do what you intended, so I'm asking you again, do you want to kill me? Or do you want me to help you out? โ..
When the words came out, Zelan's facial expression was extremely distorted for a moment, but it was only for a moment before he regained his cold face, raised the staff in his hand, and said coldly:
"You will die at my feet!"
As soon as he heard this, Yan Bei no longer had hope for him, and when he threw out the silver needle and attacked, the two of them had already fought together before Long Long had completely woken up from his sleep.
The little guy was firmly protected by Yan Bei in his arms, and seeing that his mother was dealing with Zelan alone, he was worried that she would suffer a loss, so he immediately opened his mouth and shouted loudly outside the door:
"Uncle Burn!!
"Burren ......"
"Shut up." Long Long wanted to continue shouting, but was interrupted by a deep male voice. When the little one heard the familiar voice, he hurriedly turned his head to look behind his mother, and saw that Bleen had come into the room at some point.
"Help mom deal with the big baddies!" Long Long shouted happily.
Bo Lun glanced at him lightly, didn't nod or shake his head, just stood behind Yan Bei and asked coldly:
"Why don't you just kill him?"
He could see that although her every attack was swift, she avoided the weak chicken's vital point, and wanted his life at all.
It made him feel very uncomfortable.
Maybe it's because of room limitations, it's not easy to play, or maybe because he used too many hole cards during the day, Zelan's strength seems to be much weaker, and he has been steadily pressed by Yan Bei, and he is at a disadvantage.
Hearing the question behind him, Yan Bei still had time to throw the dragon dragon in his arms to him to take care of first, and then while dealing with Zelan, who had to kill him, he explained:
"For some reason, I can't kill him, and if he is killed by me, I'm afraid I'm going to die rather than live."
Replace the protagonist to perfect the rules of the world or something, sorry, she can't do it.
Bleren nodded, indicating understanding.
However, seeing that he didn't mean to make a move, Zelan secretly breathed a big sigh of relief in his heart, God knows how much he wants to directly stab the author who created him to death now!
From the moment he woke up in the cabin during the day, he found that he couldn't control himself at all, and he originally wanted to go to the female dragon to ask for details, but he didn't expect to launch an attack on the main house as soon as he went out.
And the strange thing is that at that moment, his strength suddenly increased greatly, and the last outburst, if it weren't for the fast running of this mother dragon and that strange mage, he might have killed them against his will.
At that time, he was actually glad to see them flee in his heart, but he didn't expect that before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he couldn't control himself and found it again.
It's a really fucked up feeling of being manipulated here, and if he keeps doing this, I'm afraid he'll anger this unwitting she-dragon, and he'll probably be the one who dies.
Thinking of this, Zelan only felt helpless, because even though he was thinking so much in his mind now, his body was still fighting, and he didn't need his control at all, this body could move, it was really ridiculous, wasn't it?
Yan Beike couldn't feel the complicated thoughts in her opponent's heart, she only knew that if she continued to fight Zelan like this, she couldn't help but really get angry and kill him.
So, let's hurry up and subdue this girl!
With fire in his heart, Yan Bei attacked more violently than before, feeling that the silver needle dance was not happy enough, he directly took out the spirit sword that Lang San Dao used for his practice, used it as a knife, and slammed it at Zelan.
The more he knocked, the stronger he became, Zelan didn't expect the woman to start a fire so terrifyingly, and he retreated one after another, and finally was slapped down in the corridor by Yan Bei's sword, fainting.
I was still puzzled, and I made up a big kick, so I stopped my hand, took out the silk thread, bent down and tied Zelan up neatly.
Bolun stood inside the door and looked at the scene in the corridor, and lowered his head to a certain dragon who was stunned in his arms and said, "Your mother doesn't need my help at all." โ
"Get out of the way." Yan Bei waved his hand to signal Bolun to get out of the way, dragged the unconscious Zelan into the house, threw it to the floor with a "bang", and clapped his hands, only then did he feel a little more refreshed.
"What are you going to do?" Bran asked.
Long Long also learned his words and asked repeatedly: "What about Mom?" โ
Hearing the inquiries of the two, Yan Bei glanced at Zelan, who had finally stopped, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and said tiredly, "Let me think about it." โ
"Burn." Raising his eyes to look at him, he smiled gratefully: "Trouble you to come here, it's okay now, you can go back and rest." โ
Burn secretly raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy in his heart, but he nodded and left.