Revent got up a few steps, and then followed the vanished figure of Shawshank into the grass.

The huge camp was completely unnoticed, and in just a short period of time, two important people disappeared from their midst.

The speed of Shawshank in front of him was not fast, at least it was not a little slower than the realm where Thunder Strip ran with all his strength without making a sound. But there was always a sense of comfort with him, like being in a forest of thorns that was not damp and dense, but a leisurely walk in the backyard of his own house.

The thin body crossed the branches and leaves, just a gentle wind-blown sound, Lei Wente had to stare at the figure in front of him, otherwise he would lose his trace after a while, but it seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, and he didn't feel the peculiar aura at all.

"Why did you call me along?"

Lowering his voice, Revent asked the man in front of him who was scurrying around like a wild dog in a lewd position.

Just now Shawshank only said one sentence in his ear that made him change his original decision: this time it has to do with the dragon and your purpose.

Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to ask the other party how he guessed what his purpose was, although there was a feeling of being played with and applauding, but the elusive surprise of Shawshank still made him directly ask about the specificity and danger of things.

After all, no matter how much something that has anything to do with dragons, it is also a priceless treasure, and there will definitely be no shortage of effective force around that kind of thing.

"Of course it's because I can't do it alone!"

The gentleman man will lose his usual elegant temperament, like a bandit blindly probing his brain in front of him, while answering him as a matter of course.

"Am I going to do it?"

Revent smiled, but with deep mockery.

In every way, this man was covered with a cold hideousness under the fog, and it is no exaggeration to say that after thinking about it, Revent even doubted that he could take one of his attacks, just like the old monster Dracula who made him desperate back then.

To this extent, he had to hide, and Raylott had an inexplicable disdain for him. There must also be a limit to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and it is not okay to be professional.

With Revente's taunt, the man who opened the way in front suddenly turned his head back, looked at Revent's face, and then said strangely.

"I guess you're misunderstanding something! I'm just a poor gentleman who can't help himself. ”

"Ugh."

Revent spat out disdain, but didn't say anything more. He felt that it would be a waste of extra effort to expose him in front of a man who was trying to clumsily hide a secret that had long been exposed.

However, Shawshank cared very much about this cognition, stopped in front of him, and waited until Revent walked to his side before continuing to speak.

"There's no need for me to lie to you about this kind of thing. Back then, for some reason, I gave up all my power, and now I can only use the little magic I have left, and I can make space jumps with a long cooldown, and cast some fragmentary space magic, plus a little swordsmanship for self-defense. If you really think of me as an all-powerful master for the rest of the journey, I'll have to consider the possibility of continuing to partner with you right now. I don't want to lose my life to your mistake on the way. ”

The old man solemnly explained that it was Lei Wente who was stunned, and looked carefully at the other party's eyes, not like he was lying. But the previous things can't be explained, and every time he faces him, he does have a vague depression of a master, which is also an aspect of his deep belief in his strength, after all, he doesn't feel this kind of pressure in Mary's virgin. After thinking about it for a while, I still asked.

"The magic of memory manipulation! What is the magic that almost touches the irreversible rules and transcends the holy level. And when the dragon hunters attacked just now, their inexplicable death cannot be explained by your explanation. ”

These are the two most suspicious questions of Revent in this regard, and he faintly swept his gaze to Shawshank, if the other party avoided his eyes, there was no need to listen to the next answer.

Who knew that Shawshank was obviously a veteran in this area, completely opened his heart, turned his eyes to Revent's exploration, and then said word by word.

"It's not memory manipulation magic, it's just hypnotism in the realm of the sideways! Although it can achieve almost the same effect as memory manipulation, it requires too many conditions, and I also relied on spatial magic to get close to Abraham for three whole months, before he subconsciously established a harmless cognition, and let him admit that I am an old friend in front of everyone. You see, did he do any other actions to threaten him before I helped you, as long as the crisis awakens his own sense of protection, he can completely destroy the false cognition, although it is a little late, but I think Abraham has figured it out by now. This is not the same as the completely irreversible, almost destructive manipulation of memory. ”

The old man paused, then took out a vial of the white liquid from his bosom and threw it into Revent's hand.

"As for the secrets of those dragon hunting, they are all in this tube of potion, plus some simple spatial applications."

Revent opened the liquid tube in disbelief, just a faint smell, an extremely strong feeling of dizziness occupied his brain, super psychedelics! Quickly closed the tube, he narrowed half of his eyes, and there was a light of thought flashing in it, it turned out to be this kind of indiscriminate thing, which coincided with his hobby.

quietly received the potion into his arms, and beckoned to him without looking at the man's heartache. At the moment when Shawshank approached, Thunder Pattern suddenly erupted with a hurricane-like murderous aura, and the temperature within ten meters dropped below zero.

Shawshank's face changed suddenly, and then his mouth fluttered rapidly, and ten layers of complex and gorgeous aura immediately rose on his body, and the whole body continued to move, and as the light became stronger and stronger, his body slowly began to become illusory.

But before the magic was finally completed, Thunder Thread's big hand directly smashed into the aura that had no protective effect, and the spatial crack collapsed after a restless roll. The old man was pulled out of it directly by him, with a rare panic on his face.

"You're crazy! You want to do it. Yes!! ”

Before he finished speaking, he was punched in the nose by Lei Wente, and let out a muffled scream. The fat on his face twitched in strips, this fat man was like a neuropath, I don't know how much resentment he suffered in Shawshank, half of it was a temptation and half a vent after Jiading, and what caught him was a violent beating.

"Tell you to pretend!"

"Call you to pretend to be a master!"

"Tell you to scare grandpa!"

"Call you Zhang's handsome."

"Call you good temperament."

"Tell you to whine everywhere."

。。。。。。。。。。。。

The reason behind is becoming more and more unreasonable, to the point of pure sadism, and Shawshank howls miserably without resistance under his clutches, like killing a pig. Ten minutes of violent rain passed, and Shawshank's face completely turned into a pig's head, and he pointed at Leiwen with a trembling voice, almost fainting.

Ya is too brute.

After venting, Lei Wente breathed a sigh of relief, and all the grievances of these days were thrown out, and he always felt that there was no moment when his body was so relaxed. It was only then that he discovered that an old man with strong swordsmanship was stunned to have a sword in his hand in order to exert his strength, which was the same as the education of a high-ranking nobleman in the past. He never thought that Lei Wente would suddenly attack, and he was suppressed from the beginning, and he had no preparation, of course, he was only beaten violently.

But after all, although he is sometimes cold to the sidelines, he still has a lot of practical help to himself, whether it is ill-intentioned or not. Lei Wente didn't really take a heavy hand, and most of the scary injuries with blue nose and swollen face were bruises on the surface of the flesh.

Shawshank seemed to know this, although he was not convinced, but he couldn't beat others, but he looked generous, sighed, and found a bunch of unknown herbs around, chewed them in his mouth and covered his face, and after a while, he returned to Revent as if he was fine, with an exaggerated smile, and patted Revent on the shoulder.

"My best friend! I knew from the moment I saw you that if you didn't die, we would definitely be friends. Let's go, it's going to be taken back when it's dawn. ”

The breezy appearance was as if nothing had happened just now, but instead urged Thunder to move towards the goal. couldn't help but shudder, Shawshank's hidden kung fu made him a little frightened for the first time, and he almost turned around and stopped going to participate, if he would be retaliated again, there would be no place to cry.

But in the end, looking at his inexplicable smile, reason overrode the impulse, and he stayed, after all, he was not likely to harm himself in his current position, and he had also beaten, if he really turned around and left, leaving such a terrifying enemy, Lei Wente was not as relieved as he imagined.

Looking at the familiar actions of Shawshank just now, he found all the medicines in two clicks, in addition to the outrageous amount of knowledge. He knew that this kind of thing would happen, and he deliberately walked to this prepared place to accept his speculation, and unexpectedly jumped into Rewente's mind, glanced at the man whose smile seemed to have become extremely weird, and instantly cleared a lot of fog, and suddenly shrouded him more thickly.

"You're welcome."

The confusion of his brain made him just say a few perfunctory sentences, and continued to drill into the depths of the jungle under the leadership of the strange Shawshank.

Continuing to pass through half a magic spell without the slightest pattern to speak of, even Thunder Te could barely remember the path he had come, and a soft but not the slightest glare of light finally shot out from the crack in the bushes in front of him, enveloping the bodies of the two men.

Shawshank's elegant face became red because of congestion, and his excited breathing was a lot heavier, and he slowed down, as if he was afraid of alarming some treasure, and moved forward little by little, and the sound of muttering reached Revent's ears.

"Good! It came at the right time. ”

Seeing that the man in front of him who seemed to be a profound bachelor looked so cautious, Lei Wente, who did not have the slightest self-aggrandizement, immediately tightened his whole body, suppressed his heartbeat and blood pressure to the extreme, and followed the man in front of him to move forward cautiously.

However, the two of them don't look like explorers looking for some treasure, but more like hooligans who are teaming up to peep into the women's bathhouse.