Chapter 147: What the Hell Enchantment 1
"Why did you come to me?" Although my head was still aching, my chest was a little stuffy, my mouth was dry, and my tongue was dry, I still fought with him: "You are so close to me, staring at me with such deep eyes!" What is not scaring me? β
Qingbao said angrily: "I stared at you with deep eyes, do I want to see if you are dead or not, and whether you can wake up?" I've seen you 1,999 times, and if you pretend to be dead and scare me like this, my gaze is not only deep, but also angry and killing! β
"Uh-" I winked.
Before he had time to be moved, Qingbao was angry again: "If you die, your mother comes back to me and asks for someone, what do you let me do-"
Shut suddenly.
He quickly reached out and covered his mouth and didn't say any more.
I was stunned for a moment. The second monk was puzzled: "Hasn't my mother been dead for three hundred years?" How do you come back to ask for someone? β
Qingbao was annoyed and angry: "I don't know." β
I squinted at him.
At this time, Qingbao's eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard. I must be worried about me, so anxious that my brain is smoking, and my brain is burned, so I will speak so incoherently.
I feel guilty.
Ba blinked and whispered, "How did I get back?" β
Qingbao was happy to change the subject. So he quickly replied: "It was two young men in light purple who looked exactly the same who sent you back and told me to take good care of you." β
I asked, "What about them?" β
Qingbao said: "Left." β
He looked at me.
His eyes widened, and he was angry again, and said angrily: "When you came back, you looked like a dead man, I thought you were really dead, and I was so frightened that the three souls disappeared and the seven spirits disappeared, and the whole person sat on the ground, trembling and speechless." The two young men in light purple said, you are fine, but your body is too weak, and you haven't woken up yet. Only then did I put my mind at ease, and the seven spirits who were scared away returned to their original positions. β
I gave him a blank look.
This elf is not only venomous, but also quite exaggerated.
Suddenly remembered the North Silence.
He fought fiercely with the four protectors of Naraushzi, and I don't know what happened. No matter how high the spell of the Northern Silent Temple is, in the end, he is alone, and his skills are still damaged.
No, I'll have to check it out, maybe I can help.
Hurriedly flew up and jumped up.
I didn't want to rush to the hole in the roof of the cave, but I couldn't rush out, as if there was a mysterious force to stop it, I rushed several times, but I was bounced back.
Qingbao crossed his arms and watched me toss.
"You just hit your head and bleed, and you can't get out." He had a gloating look: "Before the two young men in light purple left, they cast an enchantment around the cave, with the purpose of trapping you in the cave and recuperating from your injuries. β
"Enchantment?" I was dumbfounded: "What's that?" β
Qingbao said: "The two young men in light purple said-"
Interrupted him: "It's not a light purple boy, it's a light purple werewolf boy." β
"Werewolves?" Qingbao opened his mouth wide in disbelief: "You mean to say that a human-headed wolf body like you used to be?" "No, they're obviously humanoidβ"
I interrupted him again: "You are not good at spells, you can't see their real bodies." β
Qingbao was enraged again and glared at me: "My spells are not good, are you good?" β
I choked him: "Better than you!" And it's better than a loss, enough to get rid of you for two months,ββ which is still quite a modest statement. β