Of course, he just thinks about it. Both of them are different in plane, and after this trial, the night does not know when they will be able to see Mandala again.

For some reason, the thought of this only added a touch of sadness to the night. But he quickly shook his head, pushing the helpless thought out of his mind. Turn around and go to take care of the mandala.

He's helpless right now. Until the little aunt and grandmother Mandala recover, he can't go anywhere.

So the night laid the mandala flat on the ground, and used her own head as a pillow to rest her head on it. He meditated cross-legged and began to regain his strength.

The place where they were was was a relatively remote grove, and although it was still noon, it was still cold and damp.

From time to time, a breeze blew around them, bringing the temperature of the sun and the humidity of the shade of the trees, which made the two of them relax all over. The mandala turned his head slightly, looking into the dark night where he was meditating with his eyes closed.

The injuries on her body are indeed caused by herself, as she herself said, in order to become stronger, this is also an inevitable thing.

The mandala didn't move, she didn't even let the night sense her movement. She just looked at the night silently and calmly, with a charming arc in the corners of her eyes.

It had been a long, long time since she had felt the peace and ease of the world. But lying on her lap in the night, she always had a sense of peace.

The same is true of the night, after becoming a trialist, he has rarely exposed himself to an outsider. However, he could not raise the slightest vigilance about the mandala. It's like, it's like they've agreed to be unguarded by each other.

Mandala's wound began to hurt again, which was a sign before healing. But she didn't feel anything, and the smile in the corner of her eye never faded. She had suffered this pain hundreds of times.

When he opened his eyes in the dark, he always felt a slight change in the airflow around him, but because his sensing expertise had not yet reached LV5, he could not fully feel it yet.

"Attentively." The mandala lips opened slightly, drawing the eyes of the night back to himself.

"What?" The night asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Someone." The mandala leaned his head against the night. The night didn't know what to say, but he seemed to be used to being abused by the mandala, and he didn't think about whether she was right or not, and the power of the night surged around him like a tide.

"Attentively." Mandala said again. But the night can't use his mind at all, and the reason why he released the power of the night out to reconnoiter is because of this.

The mandala was so close to him that he had an urge to lift the mandala veil and see the true face of this peerless beauty.

But reason told him that it was not yet time.

Resisting the frenzy in his heart, he slowly stood up, carefully placed the mandala's head on the ground, and stood with a knife in his left hand.

Not far away, the assassin walking in the shadows knew that he had been exposed, and without saying a word, he raised his knife and swooped straight at the mandala. They wanted to deal with a burden who couldn't fight first, and then take out this male swordsman who didn't seem to be weak.

There is no doubt that the people who can be assassins are usually swordsmen. But the difference in their strength is not small.

is like these cannon fodder who came out first, one by one just carrying knives and slashing indiscriminately, so that the mandala is lying down for them to cut, and it is not easy for them to hack her to death.

The dark night frowned, he was a little annoyed by the actions of these people, but the next moment, there was surprise in his heart.

"I ...... How long has it been since I was annoyed......"

Thinking about something else, the night was naturally more angry at these cannon fodder in front of him.

He didn't even pull out the knife, just a few feet down, and the cannon fodder was all dead or wounded. But at this time, the attack from behind also arrived.

A few small flying knives with a little bit of cold glow went straight to the point of the night. However, the night could not be hidden, because behind him, there was a beautiful woman lying on the ground, and as long as he avoided it, the mandala would definitely be injured.

"Lao Tzu owes you ......" muttered in the dark night, drawing a knife for the second time in this world. He had lost the Night God suit at the moment, so naturally it was impossible for him to resist purely with his body.

Therefore, a few knives came out in an instant in the night, and the knife qi was vertical and horizontal, blocking all the flying knives. He didn't attach the power of the night to the sword qi, so this didn't even count the night knife, it could only be said to be an ordinary sword qi.

But in the face of this sword qi, the opponent was like a great enemy, and in an instant, the flying knife man sent at least dozens of flying knives, as if he wanted to suppress the night with numbers.

"Humph!" The night pursed the corners of his lips, and he didn't want to continue playing with his opponent.

The muscle explosion turned on instantly, and the night flames filled the polar night in the hands of the dark night, "Hellfire covers the sky!" ”

The opponent really didn't expect that the night would not play cards according to the routine at all, and how could there be amplification at the beginning. So, under the decisiveness of this infernofire, their team and a small innocent grove turned into ashes.

The dark night turned his head and gestured a scissor hand to the mandala lying on the ground, his face was undisguised, and he wanted to be kicked when he looked at it.

He put away his knife and took a few steps back to the mandala, leaning over to pick him up.

"What are you doing?" A hint of caution appeared in Mandala's eyes.

"Hurry!" The night is a matter of course.

"I can walk on my own." With that, the mandala stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and walked forward on his own.

The night raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Whatever you want." So saying, he followed.

But neither of them sensed that behind them, an illusory girl appeared.

This girl is very delicate, and the clothes on her body are also high-end and high-grade, but her eyes are silver-gray.

"Hee-hee." The little girl's laughter like a silver bell sounded in this dead place, "These two people are interesting, one of them has the taste of my brother, it's fun......"

As she spoke, her figure began to fade until it faded into thin air......

In the viewing room, Apocalypse and Wish have been keeping an eye on the progress of the four trials, and at this moment, they are all worried about the clown.

Because the clown is now opposite the current admiral Fuji Tora. As a character outside the plot, after the Joker went to the island, he went to return Caesar with Robin and others.

And as a person who knows the direction of the plot, he naturally knows what he will face.

The day was smooth, and his climb didn't require a lot of brains.

In that war trial, he not only worshipped a new master, but also took advantage of this to gain a firm foothold in the army.

At this moment, he is only one step away from the commander-in-chief. However, he doesn't want to return so soon. He hadn't squeezed out the value of this trial yet, so how could he easily complete the task?

Chu Luoli is the most comfortable, she has entered the hibernation period and has begun to give birth to the soul of Liuli. However, she didn't know that giving birth to the soul of Liuli meant that she would never become a real main attacker.

After reading them separately, in fact...... It's still the worst night. And now, he was forced to draw his knife again.

"Count you ruthless!" The night called. He slashed one of the Assassins off a cliff and carried the mandala behind him upwards.

"Huh? Brother Night, what's wrong with them? There was a hint of laziness in Mandala's voice, and as she spoke, she pressed it to the night again.

What can the night say? Just now, Mandala said that he was tired, and the night casually replied "I carry you", and the result was ...... And he did.

"What a mouth!" The dark night felt the temperature behind him, and thought duplicity.

"Well, then I'm going to sleep! Keep going. Oh yes, I'm telling you, there's fifteen more people in the back, come on! So saying, the mandala crawled on the back of the night, and actually fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the dark cliff below, the night hit his head against the mountain rock in front of him. Yes, he's climbing, climbing with one hand. His right hand was holding the polar night, and his left hand was like a monkey, climbing up step by step.

He was really speechless, the proud town below is indeed the largest town behind the Son of Heaven, but behind this is across the mountain.

In other words, what is climbed in the dark now is the so-called Huangshan......

"Whew......" A throwing knife was thrown off again, knocking down a small pebble on top of the night's head on his head. Finally, the night, which had endured for several days, finally broke out.

"You're not finished, be your own leeks!" As he spoke, he waved his knife in the air, and a cannon fodder in the distance trembled in fright, and then his hand shook and he fell......