Frey sat in the camp of the Tower of Babel, holding a cup of bright red black tea in her hand, and took a sip of her tea.

"Poof. ”

As soon as the black tea was eaten, it was sprayed out by Frei and sprinkled on the ground.

Frey picked up the teacup in her hand, threw it in the face of the servant standing beside her, and said angrily, "What the hell are you giving me to drink?" ”

"It's black tea, Lady Frey. ”

The servant knelt on the ground, buried his head, and replied in a low voice. Even if there is a large burn on the face, and there is blood accompanied by it, I dare not deal with it.

"This is also worthy of being called black tea, I ......"

Frey stretched out her hand to the blood-red liquid on the ground, but her words stopped abruptly, and a smile appeared on her angry face.

"Is it finally reluctant?"

Frey took out the red spear from the space bag, and her figure disappeared in an instant.

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Amiya smiled sarcastically, looked helplessly, and reached out to put a silver-white short sword in Shirley's hand, "It looks like it's time to leave, thank you for taking care of me during this time." When I go back, I thank the old gentleman and apologize, 'I can't say goodbye in person, and I hope you understand.' ’”

"Wait, Emia is so powerful, if he had bad intentions, he would have done it a long time ago, so why wait until now. ”

Shirley grabbed the hem of Emia's clothes and turned to look at the villagers who were still huddled in a ball, trying to make a final struggle.

"Forget it, Shirley, I wanted to leave anyway. ”

Amia shook her head slightly, and gently broke Shirley's hand away.

"However, winter is coming soon, and the winter desert is full of dangers, so let's wait until spring to go!"

"No, this environment can't help me. ”

Amia smiled indifferently and walked over to the barrier. Reaching out and pulling the cloak on his body, he resolutely crossed the barrier.

Due to the intensity of the sandstorm, the yellow sand in the air was as dense as the ground, and as soon as Amia stepped into the yellow sand, she disappeared from Shirley's field of vision.

Seeing that Emia had indeed left, everyone present except Shirley breathed a sigh of relief.

"There were no injured people. Carry the wounded into the village for treatment, leave a few people around to check around, see if there are any magical beasts, and if there are none, call a few villagers to come out and harvest the supplies, and it will be winter soon, these things cannot be wasted. ”

Shirley's father shouted at the crowd not far away, and then turned his head to look at Shirley, the smile on his face was unusually gentle.

"Don't blame my father, I'm also thinking about the village. The man was too dangerous to keep him in the village. This short sword he gave you is probably not a good thing, give it to me, I'll throw it out. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and wanted to take the silver-white short sword in Shirley's hand.

Shirley took two steps back, dodging the middle-aged man's grip and holding the dagger in her arms.

"I'll let you give it to me. Didn't you hear!"

It is better to say that it is an interrogative sentence, but it is an imperative sentence. The middle-aged man ordered Shirley in an unquestioning tone.

"Don't. ”

Shirley shook her head and whispered in decline. Although her voice was small, the rejection in her voice was unusually resolute.

Clenching the dagger hard, Shirley turned around and ran towards the cave.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and grabbed Shirley's shoulder. Forcefully turned her around, "I really don't know how to lift, I haven't beaten you for a few days, have you forgotten the majesty of my father." ”

The middle-aged man raised his right hand and swung it down at Shirley.

Look at the slap that is getting closer and closer. Shirley didn't struggle, just clenched the dagger harder and closed her eyes gently.

Not to mention that she doesn't have the strength to resist the middle-aged man now, even if she has, she can't resist. Anyway, this person is her father.

"Wizard's hand, ahem. ”

An illusory hand appeared out of thin air and slapped the middle-aged man's palm to the ground before it landed on Shirley's face, and the middle-aged man even slid on the ground for some distance before stopping due to the force.

"I don't know if it's you who lifts you! I haven't beaten you for more than ten years, do you think I can't control you? ”

With his cane in his hand, John slowly walked out of the vine-covered cave.

Noticing John's arrival, the villagers who were dealing with the things in their hands stopped and looked at the old man. It can be seen that John's prestige in the village is indeed very high.

"Grandpa. ”

Shirley trotted up behind John, with a frustrated expression on her face, clutching the dagger in her hand tightly and not saying a word.

"Looks like I'm late. ”

Looking around, looking around, and then at the dagger in Shirley's hand, John guessed the general course of events.

"Although I had long guessed that I couldn't keep him here, I didn't expect to leave so soon. But it's better to go, rather than letting him stay here and restrain his talents, it is better to let him wander outside, and maybe he can contribute to changing the status quo of humanity in the future. ”

John reached out and gently patted Shirley's head and comforted.

However, there are some things that John did not say. Emia has such strength at a young age, and when he grows up, he can indeed contribute to changing the status quo of mankind, but only if he can grow up. Judging from the current situation in the Demon Realm, it is very difficult for human geniuses to grow up.

Talent is just a simple talent, before it is excavated to become a strength, no matter how strong the talent is, it will not help, and even sometimes, too strong talent will become a burden.

Throughout the history of the Demon Realm, among the leaders who stood on the high position of the human race and led the human race to resist the demons, only a small part of the geniuses were talented, but most of them were hard-working mortals.

The reason for this is the problem of excessive talent. People with talent often have good strength at a young age, plus young people are arrogant and don't know how to keep a low profile, they will be easily discovered by the demons, and then killed, and there are very few geniuses who can live to grow up.

John's original plan was to keep Emia first, and then find a way to contact his previous leader and let Emia grow up under his protection, but who knew that such an accident would suddenly happen.

What Amiya can become in the end, I can only wish him a lot of blessings.

"Something that is a mouse's eye. John angrily glanced at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, then turned and walked towards the cave, "Go back, Shirley." ”

After the old man left, the villagers took action again, but none of them helped the middle-aged man lying on the ground.

Shirley's father lay on the ground, clenched his fists and slammed the ground, whispering to himself, "I'm not wrong, everything I do is for the sake of the village." ”

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The silver-white ponytail girl sat on the sand dune, her legs constantly shaking in the air.

She was in the midst of a huge storm, but there was not a single piece of wind and sand around her. All the wind and sand passed by her as if it had a will of its own.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Ni Miao's expressionless face, making her already delicate face even more lovely and charming.

Frey would have been amazed if she had seen her smile, for she had never seen the expression on Nimiao's face after all this time of being with her, let alone laughing.

"Found you, Father. (To be continued......)

PS: PS: I've written it so obviously, I guess everyone must have guessed who Ni Miao is