It scrolls at the beginning and then fast...... Looking at the ironclad demon who rolled for a long distance before stopping, the mad dog narrowed his eyes: and there is a lot of inertia...... Can I use that to escape it?

Just as he was thinking this, the blind giant swayed and smashed around with his hammer so furiously that the chandelier began to shake. The mad dog www.biquge.info hugged Aya in his arms, and looked at the ironclad demon who was waiting for a while and felt extremely tired: I was tired to death, and I really wanted to find a place to sleep...... I can't move at all.

Her muscles ached, and Cereya felt a huge sense of helplessness: I was alone here, plus Aya, who didn't know when she would wake up. What a sin.

But now that I'm in the enemy camp, what if I have time to rest? There's nowhere for me to rest. Even when you sleep, you have to prick up your ears to listen.

“...... Mellon?" Suddenly, Namedea in her arms opened her eyes slightly, and looked at the mad dog very weakly.

"How many times have you said it! Lao Tzu is not-" Stunned for a moment, Mad Dog opened his mouth, hurriedly let go of Aya, and held her shoulder again: "Uh...... Are you awake?"

"Why am I here? Where is this? Didn't we sleep in bed before?" Almost falling off the lamp, Namedia looked a little panicked, "Why is it on the chandelier...... What is that?!"

Namedia was frightened by the roaring Ironclad. As if seeing that he was so intimidating, the Iron Demon began to laugh out loud, constantly slapping the ground with his paws.

"Damn, you're sleeping?!Who slept with you!" Seeing that she was at least not hostile, Seresa grabbed her and prevented Aya, who was frightened by the Iron Armor, from falling: "Don't play stupid for me, and wait until you get to a safe place." ”

"Uh-huh!" Aya seemed terrified and hugged the mad dog tightly.

"Uh...... You, you're hugging too tightly......" The hugger was a little out of breath, the mad dog coughed twice in pain, pulled Aya away, and shoved the long sword into her: "Give, take it." You should be out of control now, right? Get your sword back. By the way, it just so happens that when you wake up, it's much easier. You fly past it for a moment, and then wait for it to roll towards you and then fly down the hallway—"

"Wait, wait!" hurriedly shoved the sword back, Namedia's words annoyed Mad Dog to death: "I—I feel like my brain is messed up......"

"Nonsense, if I'm manipulated for fifteen years, my mind will be messed up. In this case, it's good to sleep with a dumpling. Mad Dog scoffed: "Don't come to this set, don't you want to tell me that you have amnesia and can't even remember your name?"

"But I do, I really don't know what my name is. Namedia looked terrified, and tears were about to roll out of her eyes from the mad dog: "Mellon, you are so fierce......"

"It's not Mellon!Call me Mad Dog!" Ceresya was already frustrated and didn't know how to react: "Why can't you remember what your name is, but you can call me Mellon?"

"I—I don't know...... Your expression is so scary......" Trembling with fright, Aya held her head and looked like she was really about to cry: "I really can't think of anything." ”

Suddenly, Mad Dog sensed that someone was watching this side. However, when he looked further, he gritted his teeth and saw the hooded man peeping in this direction: he stood at the end of the hallway, like a statue. Then, it disappeared into a puff of gray smoke.

What do you mean by letting me see it on purpose?!Angry Lao Tzu demonstrates?!Celeya trembled with anger: What shocking secrets does Namedia know, and you still have to chase them here and eliminate them on purpose?

In this way, it seems that the hooded man has made a lot of people forget something...... Couldn't it be that these memories were handed over, and he didn't want them to be leaked?, and the hooded man was definitely not a good bird, because it seemed that he was the one who pushed the elves down the cliff in the first place. At the very least, there are major suspicions.

So what the hell is going on? It always felt like the heart of everything was pointing at Lusa, the cursed, and Seresia suddenly felt irritated: something was getting more and more wrong...... This hooded man can't be in the same league as the Black Ice Mage, right? I saw with my own eyes that guy was killed by the pillar of light, so it stands to reason that the Hooded Man standing here can't be a Black Ice Mage?

If you really want me to touch him, Lao Tzu can't beat him to death, and that kid won't be surnamed Emir (this is Lusa's surname)!

"Hey, ...... you" noticed that Aya was tugging at his sleeve, and Mad Dog felt extremely annoyed, and changed back to his usual bored and calm face: "Have you calmed down a little?"

"Hmm. Her voice was quite aggrieved, and Namedia was sobbing cold, covering her head with tears on her face: "But I still can't remember ......"

"Then think slowly, and forget it if you can't think about it!" I really didn't have the energy to explain something to her leisurely here, and Mad Dog stuffed the long sword to her again: "Anyway, you can still fight, right? You fought with me before, but it was very powerful." Or you might as well just blow it up with magic. ”

"Hey, fight...... Although I don't like it, but because you taught me Mellon, I can indeed defend myself, but it's not enough to confront people head-on...... You said that I, Aya, has no talent for martial arts but has a mana network, so it is better to learn magic. Namedia looked rather embarrassed: "I don't use offensive magic." And this kind of long sword will not be used. ”

Not good at ...... You almost beat me up so much that I didn't even know my mother, but I won't fight when I regain my senses?

You think you're a marionette, and you're only powerful when you're manipulated?

Seresa frowned, and didn't bother to correct the question of whether she was called Mellon or not: "Forget it." Can you get it out of the way of- what's wrong?"

Noticing Aya's shocked expression, Mad Dog asked helplessly, "Hey, what's wrong again?"

"No, nothing. Namedia whispered, her face full of loss: "It just feels a little strange, Mellon, you obviously have such a good relationship with me, why are you fierce now." ”

It's said that Lao Tzu is not Mellon...... Suddenly, Mad Dog frowned: no, isn't it time to consider another scenario in this case......?

...... What did the Hooded Man do with this part of my memory? It's all too likely...... But what time does that have to be?