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A golden arrow fell from the sky and nailed the feather that had taken a man's life to the ground, and then dozens of arrows whizzed straight at Michael.

Vashak used all his magic power, and with a serious injury to his chest, he lost too much blood, and he was relieved and fell into a semi-comatose state. The Souis dragged him up, and he didn't know what to do, and he was covered with wounds all over his body, except for his face and hands, which were more pretty, and there were bleeding wounds under his collar and arms.

"Vashak, wake up, someone has come to save us," the Sui touched him, but there was no medicine at all, panicked and anxious.

But the man who came to save them was none other than Artdust.

He carried the huge moon bow, put away the iron feather, and said coldly: "The people who ambushed and killed Solomon halfway, and the angel realm took the lead in dealing with us, is this going to be done?"

Michael stepped on a golden arrow nailed to the trunk of a tree and said, "I am only dealing with traitors for you, but I have not done anything to your queen, so don't get me wrong." ”

The Sui apparently didn't notice who was coming, and she was hurriedly bandaging the wounds on Vashak's body, when Michael kindly pointed over: "You see, the blood on her body belongs to your guards." ”

Yatdusty looked back and saw the beautiful, emerald-colored angelic contract mark on the Sui's wrist. When he tried to ask Michael again, there was no one on the golden arrow, leaving a few dangling feathers.

"I'm here. He helped the girl who was sitting on the ground up, and the anger that was originally full of anger suddenly turned into distress. When he jumped into the mouth and didn't see Vashak or her, he almost ruined it all, and if he hadn't felt the angels fighting the demons, he wouldn't have been lured to find her.

It's good to be over······" Don't be afraid, I'll take you home······"

She raised her head, her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was red, "Yat Chenxi, Vashak is dying, what should I do······"

Vashak, who was lying in a pool of blood, would have looked like a dead man if it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest. Atedusty swallowed the thought of killing him and comforted, "It's okay, Buel can save him, and we'll go back to Solomon." ”

Hearing Solomon's words, the Sui shuddered and came to their senses.

"You're here?"

"Well, it's me. ”

Back in Solomon, Buel quickly put Vashak in to heal without asking a word. And Amy, as if nothing had happened, pounced in surprise and wanted to touch the Sui from head to toe.

Amy is still the same as before, she doesn't look like she has grown up at all, Ferro is still a small lump, and Liujia doesn't know where she has gone, and she doesn't appear.

But the Sui were a little distracted, and she let Yat Chenxi lead her, and she didn't know that she had flown into some void.

Atdusty brought her to the starlit, vine-twinkled path, and the streetlamps that fell from both sides of the road were as beautiful as works of art.

"Yiren, you've been to the Yeti Clan for so long, do you have anything to say to me?"

She shook her head, but did not speak, and did not see his obscure eyes.

Yat Chenxi touched her head and comforted: "Okay, you're tired too, let's go to Buel first and then go to rest." ”

"Amy, take the queen down. ”

Amy came out of nowhere and helped the Sui down. Artedusty looked at her wrists, which were tightly obscured by the sleeves, and it seemed that she knew.

The mark on her hand slowly cooled down when she was away from Artedust, and when he held her, the angel mark was hot for a while, as if to remind her that the target was nearby.

It's also like a warning, warning her that if she doesn't make a move, the owner on the other end of the contract will not fulfill his promise.