At the moment when the boulder hit her body, a dazzling light burst out from Agnes's body, which was a pale yellow fighting light, and there was a strange sense of substance and viscosity.

Chang Le was suddenly surprised in his heart, he knew that the color of the fighting spirit and the flame represented the different career orientations of the war spirit.

The defensive battle class is golden, such as Marshal Fontaine, the offensive type is red, such as the Hundred Battles Gate Sect Master Tagler, and the assassination type is bright green, such as Fisher, and Pistoria above his head at this moment, is sprinkling a green glow from the distant hole.

What kind of profession is pale yellow? Could it be some kind of mixed light flame caused by double cultivation?

But his train of thought was quickly interrupted, and the falling boulder collided with Agnes' Fighting Qi Shield, causing a real explosion, and the rubble flew down, and a loud bang accompanied by a shock wave of compressed air hit Changle, causing Chang Le's eardrums to ache sharply and his head buzzing.

Agnes was hit by this, and couldn't stand on Changle's shoulder, and sat down again, and this time she was in a more forward position and at a more awkward angle.

As for the silk trousers, they were only halfway put on when they were torn apart by the fierce movements of their owners, and they fell towards the dark corners.

"You change your position!"

Chang Le roared, trying to twist his face to the side to avoid embarrassment.

"Help me untie the whip!" Agnes shouted back with a shriek, and a second later added, "Thank you!"

The stones of Pistoria were still flying down, and Agnes faced them with only one hand, and she remained polite and a very cultured woman at such a juncture.

Chang Le didn't care about the whip, supported the other party's buttocks with both hands, and lifted her up hard to avoid any more embarrassing contact, although this posture caused the thumbs of both hands to be close to the middle ground, and it was inevitable to touch somewhere, but it was better than being pressed against his mouth.

"What are you doing!" screamed Agnes.

"Do you blame me? You sit on my face yourself!"

"Boom", there was another roar, and Agnes's fighting aura shield flickered, almost collapsing.

Every time the enemy threw a stone, it was like a ramming, even if Agnes dissolved the power of the fighting spirit, the falling momentum would still be transmitted to Chang Le, causing his legs to sink deep into the soil, if it weren't for the log under the floating soil, he was afraid that the whole person would be buried in it.

Agnes roared:

"Help me untie him, and let me pull him off with a whip, or we won't survive!"

Chang Le was a little unimpressed with "pulling him down", such a narrow hole in the ground couldn't be used at all, and Pistoria could only ride on Agnes' shoulders when he fell, and the three of them were stacked together, so what kind of tactics was that?

However, it is always good to set Agnes's left hand free, Chang Le had to give up the lift, let the other party sit back on his face, and then closed his eyes and held his breath, and groped his hands to find the whip on her waist, but he couldn't sort out the mess in his eagerness.

Pistolia's boulders were thrown one after another, all of them thundered, and if this continued, the two of them would die sooner or later, and there was no hope of turning the tide of the battle at all, and the enemy was condescending and more effortless, and it was completely impossible to expect him to run out of fighting spirit first.

"It's better like this!" Chang Le took advantage of the gap between the two attacks to make a suggestion, "I can block the breath, you will scream and pretend to be dead later, put away the fighting spirit, and if there are stones coming down, I will block it with a shield!"

The last time he killed Fei She, Chang Le relied on showing weakness, cheating death, and digging a hole to attack, and this time he planned to repeat his old tricks.

Agnes disagreed:

"You're a monk, how can you stop it? An ordinary person can kill you by throwing a stone from a height of 100 meters!"

"Listen to me!

Not only did he say this, but Chang Le was also moving in his hands, holding the shield high in one hand, and reaching out as much as he could with the other hand, climbing the top of Agnes's head and pressing down.

With two artifacts in hand, Chang Le already has the power of a primary war spirit, and he is weaker than Agnes, who was caught off guard and forced to lower his body with an "ouch".

The next stone followed, and this time it hit Changle's king Xiao Dun.

Whether it is the king's armor or the small shield, the defense method is very special, not relying on hard texture, but relying on its own force field, the opponent's attack is channeled and channeled, and it is invisible.

Therefore, the great power of heaven and earth carried by the stone did not have too strong an impact on Chang Le, but spread out to the surroundings, shaking the tunnel and collapsing, and the floating soil almost buried Chang Le's legs.

Despite this, the other party was a peak battle spirit after all, and the little power left by the stone still caused Chang Le severe pain all over his body, his bones were broken almost inch by inch, and his body was crooked, leaning against the cave wall behind him.

"Ah~~~" he screamed.

This shout was very real, because Chang Le was really in too much pain, and the wounds during the bloody battle on Long Street collapsed together, which was more painful than death.

However, his mind was still clear, and the power of his soul spread out, enveloping Agnes at the same time, and the breath of the two of them was cut off from the world.

Agnes panicked and reached out to probe Jole's snort, probably thinking he was really dead.

Chang Le blew lightly on her hand, signaling that he was still alive.

And when the other party opened his mouth to speak, Chang Le hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it, and Agnes suddenly understood and nodded.

The two began to "play dead".

Pistoria stopped, and muttered to himself on it, believing that the two men in the cave were dead, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to walk away immediately.

With his identity, he is not willing to burrow into such a deep hole in disgrace.

Chang Le and Agnes held their breath, nervously waiting for the follow-up development.

After a long time, Pistoria muttered:

"I've got to find some workers and dig up their bodies. ”

The footsteps of the Peak Battle Spirit faded away and finally disappeared.

Agnes let out a long breath, opened her mouth and smiled, and was about to speak, but Chang Le covered her mouth again.

Chang Le's soul power shielded her breath, and it also prevented her from sensing other people's breath and couldn't know the enemy's location for sure, but Chang Le's own soul vision was not affected, and he could clearly see that Pistoria did not leave.

The guy only walked a few dozen meters into the distance, deliberately slowing his steps lightly and lightly, making the illusion that he had gone far.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no movement in the cave, Pistoria came back again, gathered a pile of scraps of wood and grass, lit it, and threw it down:

"Whether you die or not, let me use this raging flame to send you on your last journey!"

A large flame fell from the sky, illuminating Agnes' slightly panicked face, and she now relied on Changle instead, her eyes looking at her as if she were asking for help.

Chang Le smiled slightly, and the small round shield in his hand expanded rapidly, and the edge turned into boiling black water, spreading out in all directions, until it was seamlessly connected with the cave wall, and after solidifying again, it became an incomparably strong protective door, isolating the falling flames.

This time Agnes was even more surprised, and couldn't help but bow her head close to Chang Le's ear, and whispered:

"Excuse me, what kind of shield is this, is it an artifact?"

Chang Le didn't say anything, he secretly raised his vigilance in his heart, he would never forget the lesson of being killed by Blue Moon for money.

The dark space lit up, and Agnes' fingers lit up with a hint of fighting energy, and she also carefully examined the King's Shield with the help of a candle-like faint light, her face full of curiosity, envy, and even a little greed.

If she really has evil thoughts, Chang Le is not afraid, it is a big deal to summon all the king suits, and at that time she can face a battle against a level 2 war spirit.

So Chang Le's mood was quite calm, first pressed down the short skirt that Agnes was flattening between her legs, covering the spring light below, and then her free right hand went to her to sort out the mess, and after a few minutes of hard work, she finally sorted out her clues, starting from the tip of the whip, and took it off one by one.

"It's hot!"

Agnes regained her freedom with her left hand, first retracted the hundred-meter snakeskin whip back to four meters long through her mind, put it on the back of her neck, and turned her hands back, but she ripped open the placket of her own clothes, and a pair of snow-white peaks jumped out.

"What are you doing here!" Chang Le could only turn his head as hard as he could, avoiding it.

"I'm hot!" Agnes cried out.

There was a sound on the shield, indicating that the enemy was still throwing firewood and grass fuel, and the flames were getting stronger and stronger.

The surrounding temperature has risen a lot, although the thermal insulation performance of the monarch shield is good, the soil on the cave wall is gradually hot, fortunately, the heat is not easy to conduct downward, and the soles of the feet gradually seep out the groundwater that gathers, constantly emitting a chill.

This hole is like a freshly drilled deep well, which will be filled with water over time, and the cold water of this well will also help relieve the heat of the small space.

Chang Le can persevere, but Agnes is really a little bad, listening to her breathing is like a dog with its tongue sticking out and gasping for breath on a hot summer afternoon.

Chang Legu couldn't avoid suspicion anymore, turned his gaze back, and saw that the other party's face was red, his eyes were blurred, and he was gradually losing consciousness.

What's going on? Even if she is on Chang Le's shoulders and can't touch the cold water, she won't be heated like this!

Reaching out and touching it, the female war spirit was hot, and it was not a lie for her to shout "hot" repeatedly, but Chang Le always felt that something was not right.

After a few moments, he suddenly realized that Agnes had not sweated a single drop of sweat! After such a fierce battle, and being baked by the heat, her body was still as smooth and dry as when she had just entered the hole.

"Why don't you sweat?" Chang Le's heart pounded, and there was some kind of strong doubt.

"Khan ...... What sweat ......" Agnes' consciousness gradually blurred, and her speech became incoherent, and suddenly, she lowered her head close to Chang Le's face, inhaled deeply, and muttered in a low voice, "It's delicious, this bloodline, it's delicious......"

Changle's bloodline is indeed different, but so far, no human has ever talked about the taste of his bloodline, and only two people have mentioned it in the past, one is Blue Moon and the other is Istella.

The two women have one thing in common - they are not human!

Now it's obvious that Agnes in front of her is not a human either, she is probably an orc of some race!

Blue Moon has extraordinary beauty and a peculiar scent, Istella has sharp teeth, and they both sweat like humans, so Agnes is neither a Meizu nor a Goblin Queen, but from another race!

"Are you an orc?" Chang Le couldn't help but ask.

"Orcs, orcs......" Agnes muttered, grinning, "you're an orc......"

The current female war spirit is almost unconscious, similar to the state of "drinking and spitting out the truth", she doesn't admit that she is an orc, then it should really not be, but Changle is even more confused because of this.

"You're not an orc either, you're stronger than an orc......" Agnes continued to take a deep breath, kissing Changle on the forehead by the way, her voice even more misty and charming, "Your body ...... Is there a reaction?"

"What? What reaction? You mean sweating?" Chang Le was confused.

Agnes's mind was no longer able to speak normally, and she would only continue to speak to herself, repeating constantly:

"I have a reaction, I have, I have ......"

As she spoke, she straightened up as much as she could, the back of her head pressed against the king's shield above, and her lower abdomen leaned forward, obviously wanting to sit on Chang Le's face again.

Chang Le hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and his mouth and nose were spared, but he was still pressed on his cheek by her.

Now Chang Le understands what the other party said "has a reaction", even through the short skirt, he can detect the only dampness on the other party's body, the heat is soft and soft, but it brings a moist coolness to Chang Le's face, and the rich feminine breath penetrates his nostrils, making him dizzy.

As she squeezed like this, Agnes let out a strange whimper, and her body trembled.

It's really a ghost today, between life and death, in such a sinister and fierce battle, the scene is so beautiful.

The hotter Agnes became, the more frantic her movements became, and soon she leaned down again and hugged Changle tightly.

The tall twin peaks were squeezed and deformed on Chang Le's face, but Chang Le had nowhere to avoid, the power of the level 2 battle spirit was difficult to match, he could only shout as much as possible, hoping to save the other party a little sanity.

But the hug was just the beginning, Agnes was still breathing rapidly and bowing her head, kissing fiercely on Changle's forehead, and even stretching out her dexterous long tongue to wander around and explore, brushing his head **.

"Delicious...... This bloodline...... I'm going to die......" she muttered incoherently again.

This is not like a human woman at all, Chang Le felt a big snake in a trance, soft and smooth and greasy coiled on his upper body.

And when he squinted his eyes, he saw that Agnes's expression was confused, and his pupils were very small, which was completely different from humans, more like lizards or snakes.

Chang Le seriously doubted that the next moment the other party would bite with his teeth, and the word "delicious" was probably not a joke.

He held a shield in his left hand, and his feet stood in the water to support the weight of the two of them, and his right hand alone could not fight against Agnes's limbs at all, and in desperation, he finally had a flash of inspiration, and the king's short sword in his hand quickly deformed.

In the next moment, the black sword that had turned into a spoon had already lifted the cold well water and poured it on the head of the confused woman.

Ice water is enough to wake up and can also quickly lower body temperature. Agnes let out a scream and quickly regained her senses.

After that, she was completely different from just now, immediately adjusted her posture, pulled the placket to cover her chest, arranged her hair, and spoke politely. In addition to her appearance is still as bewitching as a fox, her whole temperament has become a very famous lady.

She even tactfully accused, suspecting Chang Le of taking advantage of the fire to rob and take off her clothes.

The female war spirit persuaded earnestly, saying that she could understand that young people are sometimes impulsive, but she hoped that the two could maintain respect for each other, and the physical intimacy should always be happy with each other, at least ask for the woman's consent, otherwise there would be no difference between them and animals.

Besides, now that the enemy is now, it shouldn't be the moment for men and women to love at all.

Chang Le was dumbfounded:

"Eldest sister, you're completely the opposite! I respected you enough just now, it's obviously you ......."

"What did I do? Tell me, what just happened?"

Chang Le couldn't describe the other party's ugliness in words, and sighed helplessly:

"Please stay sober, I will respect you, and please respect me. ”

When Agnes heard this, she seemed to have guessed some reason, and her face gradually turned red:

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you if it was my fault just now. I was prone to loss of soul when I was extremely cold and hot, and I was like this since I was a child. ”

Could it be that the other party lacks the ability of humans to regulate their body temperature? Chang Le stared at Agnes and couldn't help but ask again:

"Can you tell me honestly if you're human?"

"What about you, aren't you human?"

Agnes also stared at Chang Le's eyes, and at this moment her eyes returned to human form, but the expression on her face that seemed to be smiling was extremely strange.

Chang Le replied decisively:

"Of course I'm human. ”

"Me too!"

Agnes was equally decisive.

When Chang Le opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Agnes suddenly "shh

"He's down!"