With the continuous blow of the heavy leaves on her head, the nightingale has become more and more powerless, and even her delicate body is a little shaky.

Can't you hold on? No, everyone else can hold on, even that Baker kid is so easy, why should I give up? Persistence! I must persevere, I also want to get the key to the Magic Mountain, and I want to enter the Magic Mountain!

The nightingale thought very well, but the heavy leaves rolling down in the sky made her more and more anxious, and even, before she was very close, a heavy leaf penetrated her defenses, making her hurt a lot, which made the nightingale involuntarily exhale in pain.

And at this time, she didn't care about losing face with the painful cry, and hurriedly focused her attention on resisting the heavy leaves, but at this time, she was already at the end of the crossbow, resisting the leaves weighing hundreds of catties that fell from the sky, and she was really a little stumbling.

I also want to get the white key, I also want to enter the magic mountain, I also want to cultivate one step closer, but now these seem to be getting farther and farther away from me......

The Assassin Nightingale was not a sentimental person, but when she saw that she was about to fall here, some complicated thoughts could not help but pop into her mind, however, the more distracting thoughts, the more scrambling she was, and the less she could resist, so that the heavy leaves that fell became more and more threatening to her life.

However, at this time, the nightingale, who had reached her limit and was ready to accept her fate, suddenly felt the pressure on her body loosen, and then, the feeling that had overwhelmed her suddenly disappeared, which couldn't help but make the nightingale's body that was about to collapse stand up straight again.

Boom! Boom!

Whoa......

At this moment, the Assassin Nightingale, who was finally able to catch her breath, noticed a strange sound above her, and when she looked for the sound, she saw that a cone-shaped object made of yellow sand condensed above her head had come out at some point, sheltering her underneath.

To the nightingale's surprise, she then found that the heavy leaves on it fell down, and after hitting the cone-shaped object, it actually slid down with the quicksand that was falling one after another.

The Assassin Nightingale then figured out that the cone was able to do this because of its ingenious composition, first of all, the pointed cone was able to minimize the force from the top down, and more importantly, the surface of the cone was like a stream of water, and it could slide down the quicksand all the time, so that it could slide down with the quicksand before the heavy leaves could oppress it!

Quicksand, Baker!

Nightingale had also seen Baker use quicksand to send Tina out of the woods, and when she saw the yellow sand, Nightingale immediately thought of the other party, and then, she looked sideways, and sure enough, she saw the guy with brown curly hair, standing next to her at this time, walking side by side with her.

It's not that Nightingale is unresponsive, but that she was almost about to collapse under the blow of Chongye before, in that state, she didn't even notice Baker coming to her side, and now, she can finally take a breath, and then she realizes the existence of the other party.

"What are you seeing? Why don't you hurry closer, do you think it's easy for me to resist like this?"

Nightingale was extremely grateful to Baker in her heart, but when the other party said this, she almost died of anger.

Although the nightingale was very unhappy in her heart, she still leaned as close to him as possible according to Baker's words, so that the distance between the two was close together, and the distance was reduced, and Baker immediately moved his mind and shrunk the cone on his head a lot, so that the consumption of magic and mental power was much less.

"I ......"

Although the nightingale had some slight complaints about Baker, however, people saved her again, she naturally knew the severity, and even if she wanted to say words of thanks, however, as soon as she opened her mouth, Baker's rebuke arrived, "Are you a birthday boy who hangs himself and thinks that he has lived too long? You don't retreat even if you know that you can't resist it? Isn't this looking for death by yourself? I really don't understand what you think as a woman." ”

"I ......"

"What are you? I don't know how many pounds and taels I have? What are you doing here? If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have hung up now, do you know?"

Baker's words choked the female assassin enough, making her, a cold-faced little assassin who never asks for anyone, a little impulsive, but on this occasion, she couldn't find the slightest words to refute the other party......

Although Nightingale is not good at expressing herself, she is not the kind of person who does not know what to do, and in such a situation, she naturally does not give up on herself and say 'don't worry about it', and then rush outside to find her own death.

So, although the nightingale was extremely depressed, she still endured it.

Baker was not a unforgiving master, and after saying a few words, expressing his dissatisfaction, he stopped talking, and hurried away.

Although he didn't have much affection for this little assassin, it was still no problem to take her for a ride, and the quicksand technique he used in this state was actually less than the amount of magic and mental power he had used before.

Of course, this is not to say how strong the defensive power of the quicksand technique is, but in this specific occasion, it is very appropriate to perform such a state of quicksand, and it just coincides with the meeting!

Baker's sudden defensive means of this bunker immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and when everyone saw Baker using the power of one person to protect the two of them from the wind and rain, they couldn't help but be speechless, and then, many people saw the beauty of Baker's trick.

Quicksand is almost the nemesis of heavy leaves, and Baker's design brings out the effect of 'four or two thousand pounds' to the fullest.

But the wonder is wonderful, the greed is greedy, but they don't have an alternative magic like Beck, and suddenly, they can't help but envy and hate.

Gomez and Seville even ran over with shy faces, wanting to hitchhike, but Baker naturally decisively refused, which couldn't help but make these boys stretch out a middle finger to them, and then said in unison a heavy color and light friend, which was grinning and resisting Chongye by himself.

(End of chapter)