"Sister is big!" Feng Zhi sighed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he really couldn't help but slap Song Chengjie on the tree again, "How can this kind of thing with the disgusting and bloody smell of the blood clan have anything to do with the concubine?"

"Huh?" The girl in the black dress instantly turned gloomy when she heard this, and she hugged her arms and feet to unfold a blood-colored technique, and the skirt fluttered slowly up, looking at the wind condescendingly and sighing, "Why do you want to fight?"

Song Chengjie said in his heart, you are exactly the same as her, I really don't know how you have the courage to say that the sigh of the wind is a dead dwarf. But even though he thinks so, he won't say it stupidly, otherwise I'm afraid that he will immediately turn into the object of anger on both sides.

The wind sighed and gritted his teeth and looked at each other, the wind in the dense forest became more and more intense, frightening the surrounding animals to scatter and flee: "Song Chengjie, I order you not to interfere, the concubine must ...... in person"

"Concubine, concubine, are you an old woman hundreds of years ago?" The other party's voice suddenly came from mid-air, and the rich blood qi overflowed, fighting against each other with the breeze on this side of the wind's sigh, and for a while it seemed as if a blood-colored curtain had fallen in the air, "It's nothing more than a machine spirit, and his attitude towards his master is so arrogant." Ah, by the way, he's also my master now, so you're ......."

Before the words fell, a wind blade roared up and cut off the blood-colored curtain, and the sigh of the wind suddenly unfolded under his feet and the cyan technique soared into the air, his eyes were full of killing intent, and his four fingers were together like sharp blades stabbing at the other party: "I want you to take care of it!"

The girl in the black dress raised her face slightly and chuckled, and she also swung her blade against the strong wind, and the two of them whirled in the air and fought.

Song Chengjie was just watching from the sidelines, but he didn't mean to stop it. The sigh of the wind may be a little unacceptable, but now the anxiety in her heart can be felt even by Song Chengjie, and it doesn't hurt for her to vent in the battle. Both of them are nominally machine spirits who have signed a contract with them, and when the situation is urgent, they can stop it themselves. What's more, with this opportunity, you can also familiarize yourself with the strength of the two.

Maybe it's because of the similarity, these two guys are so entangled that it's hard to distinguish between them, the petite bodies of the two draw out the afterimage of the Dao in mid-air, and the dull but touch-and-go ** collision sound keeps coming down, even Song Chengjie's current strength can't catch up with the speed of the two.

It can be seen that the king of the blood clan not only imitated the shape of the sigh of the wind to cast this treasure, but the inner strength of the girl in black is also comparable to the sigh of the wind.

The originally dense woods gradually opened up due to the battle between the two, and the rich blood that eroded and corrupted everything and the wind that tore and crushed everything filled this small area, and the shredded wood chips and residual leaves fell like snowflakes.

"There must be someone who comes first to do things! I didn't agree to lend you my servant!" came the sound of the wind sighing in the air, but Song Chengjie couldn't tell where it came from.

"Who knew he was a human! If it weren't for the fact that he exuded a trace of royal blood at that time, you think I would have stooped down to sign a contract with a human?

"Then why do you still rely on him and don't leave? He still looks like me, the blood clan or something, the most annoying!"

Unexpectedly, the girl in the black dress, who could top three sentences in one sentence, did not reply. With another unusually dull sound, a figure was smashed to the ground with a roar, like a cannonball, and a girl in a black dress lay in the pit, unconcerned about the damp dirt around her, and a two-finger-wide wound on her arm was spitting blood.

"I'm just a copy anyway. The girl sighed as she looked at the wind that had stopped in the air at the same time, and smiled at her with a slightly miserable smile, "The others have found a new host, and they are following them to some demon realm, right? ”

"Why don't you fight me? Do you want to die?"

"When I die, the contract will be broken. This is the only way to solve the problem right now. ”

The wind sighed and glanced at her from afar, and suddenly rushed down with a flick of his arm.

"The sigh of the wind!" Song Chengjie shouted, the green wings behind him suddenly unfolded, and the afterimage of the road flew straight over. A large part of the responsibility for the reason why the treasure of the blood clan signed a contract with him lies with himself, "If it weren't for her, you and I wouldn't be standing here anymore!"

It seems that the girl in the black dress cares about her identity very much, after all, even her birth is an imitation of others, and she has lost contact with her clan, so she seems to be a little unable to think about it for a while.

No, it looks like it's still too late!

The almost pure white figure roared and fell, and a dull voice sounded, and Song Chengjie's heart suddenly tightened.

Slowly opening his eyes, the sighing face of the wind was only a few inches away from the girl in the black dress. The imaginary pain didn't appear, and the blade of the wind's sigh was now quietly inserted next to the black hair, half of her arm sinking into the earth, and her body stopped there before touching the girl in the black dress.

"If you want to die...... "Wind sighed softly, a pair of eyes as bright as the blue sky stared at those dark eyes as night, "Find a reason why you have to die, don't let my stupid servant put all the blame on himself." ”

"You ......"

"And ......" Feng Zhi sighed and whispered as he turned his head to look at Song Chengjie, who was standing next to the pit and breathed a sigh of relief, and snorted lightly with a hint of unwillingness, "At least that guy didn't think of you as some kind of replica, as a machine spirit, if you are too negative, it will also have an impact on the host, so you better pay attention to me." ”

After that, without waiting for the other party to react, Feng Zhi sighed and suddenly got up and dragged his arm covered with dirt and constantly dripping blood and slowly flew to Song Chengjie's side: "Do you think that the concubine body will touch things with the smell of blood with her hands......?"

"Your hand ......" Song Chengjie interrupted Fengzhi's sigh, grabbed her injured hand and used spiritual power to treat her, "Don't move, girls can't be injured, thanks to you, a guy who claims to be an eternal machine spirit, don't you know this truth?"

The Wind sighed and turned his head away, pursed his lips and said with some reluctance: "That guy...... That guy is also injured, you can pull her out and treat her too. First of all, I'm not worried about her, I just think she looks like me, and it looks too awkward if she gets hurt. ”

"I don't look like some boudoir girl. The words of the girl in the black dress suddenly sounded in the ears of the wind's sigh, and she didn't know when she had gotten up and walked out of the shallow pit, shaking her already fine arm in front of the wind's sigh, "As a machine spirit, you can't even treat yourself, you are really sad." ”

"Do you still want to be beaten!" Feng Zhi sighed and stretched out his head to take a bite, but his hand was being pulled by Song Chengjie, so he had to stare at the other party hatefully, "I...... I'm going to treat it too, it's just ...... Yes, just to enhance my relationship with the servant!"

Song Chengjie, who was seriously treating the sigh of the wind, felt helpless, so he had to say in a deep voice: "Don't move!"

Looking at the two people in front of her, the girl in the black dress suddenly laughed, and there was no longer a sense of estrangement in this laughter. Song Chengjie could feel that the dark red arm thorn on his arm had really become as handy as the Holy Wind Thorn at this moment, and he had a hunch that this would become his biggest turning point......

"Reintroduce it. The black-dressed girl bookbar lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, bowed forward slightly, and said, "I am the fifth of the Seven Treasures of the Blood Clan, the sharp shield of the guardian, just call me Hei Yao, the king used to say that my eyes are very beautiful, so he gave me this name." ”

"Black Yao...... Is it pitch black and shining? It reminds me of obsidian. Song Chengjie smiled softly as he spoke, and nodded at Hei Yao, "But it's also a very beautiful stone." I'll call you Hei Yao in the future, and I'll take care of you more in the future!"

Hei Yao nodded, but just as everything was calm again, a black and red arc of electricity suddenly exploded from the arm thorn, and the rich blood qi suddenly gushed out, and in the panic, Song Chengjie hurriedly pushed the sigh of the wind aside, but no matter what, he couldn't disperse the blood qi that surrounded him.

Song Chengjie almost fell down in front of him, the scorching heat in his heart that had cooled down was now like waking up, the inexplicable heat spread along the blood throughout his body, and the more and more intense pain burst out of his body with the heartbeat wave after wave, and he was already sweating profusely in just a few breaths.

"What's wrong with you!" Feng Zhi sighed and looked at Song Chengjie who was suddenly in pain in front of her, she tried to use the wind to disperse the blood qi without knowing the situation, but even her own technique couldn't shake them in the slightest, "This is ...... What the hell did you do?"

Hei Yao, who was questioned, was also at a loss to the side, and she was still introducing herself as usual, she didn't know what was going on. But what caught her off guard was that even if she wanted to disperse the blood, it was useless: "I don't, I don't know!"

The blazing aura swept all over Song Chengjie's body, and the green wings behind him were once again dyed with gradually spreading blood, and the dark red arm thorns in the rich blood qi flowed with a strange brilliance, Hei Yao's voice just fell, but he seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and his whole body fell to the ground and curled up with his body trembling continuously: "I...... I've been asleep for too long...... Can't suppress those ......"

The sigh of the wind on the side was helpless in the face of the two of them, and in the more and more anxious, he saw Hei Yao snort and turn into a red light and dissipate, of course, the sigh of the wind as an instrument spirit knew that it was a manifestation of the spirit of self-preservation when the machine spirit was greatly damaged.

The strange red glow of the arm thorn was particularly dazzling in this increasingly rich blood, although I don't know what happened, but it must have something to do with it. Wind sighed as she thought as she tried to get close to Song Chengjie, but the erosion of her blood instantly stabbed her fingertips, and just by touching it, Wind Sigh's fingers were red and swollen as if a layer of skin had been torn off.

Gasping and retracting his arm, Feng Zhi sighed and looked at Song Chengjie in pain, and finally gritted his teeth and tried his best to protect himself, and walked towards him step by step. The other party is a machine spirit on par with himself, although it is unconscious blood, but the power can be imagined.

The pinprick-like pain in her skin, and the erosion and tearing of her body and clothes by the slightest bit of blood and qi were all ignored by her, and the sigh of the wind clenched with her teeth now only thought about walking over. As long as you come to his side and use your spiritual power to resist, perhaps......

A gust of wind mixed with blood suddenly blew her long hair, Song Chengjie suddenly got up and rushed to her at some point, but at this moment his appearance was extremely abnormal, his eyes were completely red, staring at the sighing eyes of the wind that were close at hand, his trembling lips closed one by one, and he could barely hear two words: "You ...... go"

"You ......"

Enduring the pain of being eroded, the words of the wind's sigh had just said a word, but Song Chengjie suddenly threw her to the ground, his arms tightly clasped her like chains, and the burning snort roamed on her body as if searching for something. Frightened by Song Chengjie's actions, Wind Sigh's pretty face was slightly red and wanted to push him away with some anger, but at the same time, a pair of fangs surrounded by black magic and used to draw blood pierced deep into Wind Sigh's white neck......