The small movements between the young hunters of the Sin Hunting Team did not escape the eyes of the banshee.

Unlike before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details, and she planned to deal with the trouble in front of her in a simpler and more direct way - stun or kill the young people in front of her, and then leave this land of right and wrong.

But just as her fingers were caressing the scales of the black Jiao, she had just lifted.

The small wizard with black-rimmed glasses on the other side suddenly raised his hand.

It's like asking a question in class.

This piqued the banshee's curiosity.

"Excuse me," the little wizard seemed a little embarrassed and a little cramped, and his voice was tense, but his words were still very polite: "May I ask a question?"

Nikita is fond of politeness—whether it's out of fear or respect, whether it's a greeting between diners or a greeting from food to a diner.

Politeness is politeness.

"Mr. Wise?" the banshee still vividly remembered the wise behavior of the little wizard in the face of her appearance on the admission plane last year, so she gave him a few questions: "What's the problem?"

"Do you know divination?"

The banshee's raised fingers hung in mid-air, hesitated for half a second, and then showed a reserved smile on her face: "Normal." When I was a student at my first university, my average rating in my divination class was A+. ”

The evaluation of A+ means that the assessment score of the divination class is above 90 points, and even in the 99 colleges, this score belongs to the top 10% of the grade.

"Wow, that's really remarkable. Xiao Xiao complimented and continued to ask, "Then may I ask, do you know what the most accurate sentence that all soothsayers can predict?"

Nikita raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she made no secret of the curiosity on her face.

"The most accurate sentence that a wizard can predict is 'the world is unpredictable'," Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses, sighed with emotion, and then looked around at his companions who were ready, and closed the law book in his hand with a 'snap': "What are you waiting for?"

The moment he closed the Dharma book, Nikita knew that he was stalling for time, and his fingers, which had been hanging in mid-air, pressed heavily on the scales of the three black dragons.

Rise!!!

In no particular order, the three hideous heads of the black Jiao howled in unison, spewing out a hurricane of venom and saliva that swept through the entire hall.

Meow!!

Almost at the same moment, dozens of edamame beans burst out of the void, roaring, and ferociously biting the neck, eyes, cheeks, horns and many other sensitive parts of the black jiao.

Blocked by this dusty little thing, Heijiao's movements paused for a while.

With this pause, Fat Xin had already quickly pulled out a few glass bottles from his watch and smashed them on the empty floor between the Sin Hunter and the Black Jiao.

A plume of smoke glowing with a rich green quickly spread, obscuring the banshee's vision.

The last scene she saw was the young witch stuffing Zheng Qing with a white pill in his mouth. This vigilance caused the banshee and the three black Jiao to subconsciously avoid the dangerous-looking smoke.

"Catch them!"

The banshee's fingers pressed heavily on the scales of the black Jiao again, and her eyes looked around vigilantly: "Don't let them run away!"

That being said, she and Faceless brushed themselves with several layers of heavy defensive magic, lest another deadly rune fly out of the smoke, even if that was unlikely.

The black dragon roared angrily, and its thick tail flicked hard, pumping it precisely and fiercely on the gray dogs. Those gray figures were like bubbles, bursting in mid-air, turning into wisps of light smoke and dissipating.

It's like a punch in the air.

Heijiao was stunned.

When it came back to its senses, the green smoke that filled the field had been dispelled by the two banshees, and on the other side of the smoke, the young wizards and the gray dog had disappeared without a trace.

"They can't run away!"

Zhu Zhu finally jumped down from the chair, skillfully pulled out the three trembling Zuge hiding in the shadows from under a table, and said to Nikita with great confidence: "In the dream realm, there is no one better at escaping than these little guys...... They are the experts at escaping. ”

The three elderly ancestors reacted for less than a second under the banshee's scarlet gaze, and then they scrambled to be the first to slap their bony chests vigorously, indicating that tracking such a trivial matter was absolutely not a problem, Yunyun.

"Before that, there are some small issues that need to be addressed. A shrill and piercing voice, as if a rusty door was closing and closing, suddenly sounded at the door of the tavern: "You need to explain your intentions, and compensate Menes for the corresponding losses of the Cat Tavern." ”

The eyes of the two banshees fell on the owner of the voice.

It was an old-looking, scary-looking cat.

It has large eyes with pitch-black pupils that occupy almost a quarter of its face. Its skin was pale and covered in scars and folds.

The old cat stood between the sun and the shadows at the tavern's broken butterfly door, leaning on a cane like a dead branch.

"Who are you?" the little banshee glared at the old cat unceremoniously, as if trying to compare who had bigger eyes with it.

"The attendant of the Temple of Uza. The old cat replied in a foul voice, leaning on his crutches.

The three ancestors turned their heads uneasily and nervously and glanced at the banshee.

To the ancestral tribes of the Lost Forest, the temples of Usa were more prestigious than the tall stone monuments that surrounded their villages. They certainly didn't have the courage to resist the Banshee's orders, but they also didn't have the courage to refuse the demands of the Temple of Usa.

"Why should we answer your question?" replied the little witch in a vicious tone and with an arrogant attitude, "We are subordinates of the Siren King, not believers in your temple. ”

"Because this is the city of Usa. The old cat tapped the wooden staff in his hand, and several invisible ripples rippled in all directions around it, vaguely corresponding to the breath of the city.

Nikita frowned slightly.

She wasn't afraid of the silent protests of the Temple of Usa, nor was she worried that the legendary Grand Elder of the Temple would do something to them. The only thing that cared for her was that it wouldn't do her any good if she had a conflict with the temple here.

Conflict, a waste of time, and a bad deal with the temple of Usa.

No conflict, just a waste of time.

It only took a few seconds for the banshee to make a final decision.

"I'll leave the rest of the work to you," she instructed the ancestors, "After dealing with this matter, leave the city immediately." We are waiting for you outside the city. ”