Looking at Monica, who was dying and covered in blood, Gwendelin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. She leaned over Monica and continued, "Actually...... I don't want to kill her. ”

"I know, you are kind. You and Shenlin have done nothing wrong in essence, and perhaps the royal family of the Violet Empire is hiding some secrets that you juniors can't know. Looking at the mountains of altar priests, little Sissel tugged at Gwendlin's clothes and said, "Hey, girl, stay away from that woman, she's not dead." Constant vigilance is. ”

Gwendrin glared at little Sissel coldly, "Do you think I'm going to die at her hands? ”

Before the words fell, Monica beside her suddenly turned over and rushed straight up, and suddenly a burst of spiritual power exploded, pulling herself towards her side violently-

Before the girl could see Monica's resentful little face and little Sissel's frightened expression clearly, she fell down in front of her eyes!

"That's stupid!" Monica laughed as she succeeded. As soon as she smiled, blood seeped from the wound on her throat, and the white flesh kept turning outward, looking very disgusting.

The blood in his whole body seemed to have coagulated, and there was a sweet and nauseous feeling in his throat, and if it weren't for the small amount of pain in his chest, anyone would have thought that Gwendrin was dead.

People's vitality is always so tenacious, obviously they are already on the verge of death, but the heart that does not admit defeat has always been beating persistently.

Little Sissel saw Monica's dying pale face with a triumphant laugh, he grabbed the woman's bloody neck, and the anger in his heart soared, "You are really vicious!"

"Heh, evil, does General Sissell have the guts to kill me?" Monica's throat leaked, and she stared at little Sissel with red eyes, "You teach that great spirit envoy what it means to be 'always vigilant'!"

Little Sissel looked down at Gwendrin's condition and muttered to himself, "Could it be the 'Instant Spirit'......"

"Yes, it's an instantaneous spirit, is it a surprise?" Monica dipped some blood from her neck, put it in front of her nose and sniffed, then stuck out her tongue and licked it, "General Sisel, the girl in your arms is a Ling, do you like her?"

Little Sissel sneered, "You are the daughter of King Ferrer, since you have a 'teleportation spirit', then your father should also have a similar spiritual ability." Your family's spiritual power circuit is so strong, but the one who can really defeat the Geri Empire is also the Spirit Clan Patriarch Huang Wei, I really don't know what you have to be proud of. ”

"I, Monica, have lived for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen someone as unconscionable as you. The woman's voice was delicate, and it surrounded little Sissel.

"It's just a pity, it......'s a pity," Sissel squinted and laughed.

Monica's eyes suddenly flashed with a terrible fierce light, and she said viciously to little Sissel, "What is a pity? ”

"In my opinion, first, your spiritual energy can only be used against a spiritualist with extremely low spiritual power and weak physical strength, Gwendrin's strength is much higher than yours, so it's a ......pity, you can't kill her at all, right?

"Enough!" Monica's seductive face suddenly began to turn vicious, and she almost roared: "Jensen Sissel, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die, but sooner or later, I'll kill you with my own hands. Little Sissel picked Gwendrin up and looked at Monica fiercely with a look of disgust.

"Hmph, I'm looking forward to the day when you come and kill me. Monica muttered sly.

Gwendrin coughed suddenly, she frowned, and swallowed hard, trying to relieve the disgusting smell of blood with saliva, but her throat was stuck with blood.

Little Sissel said anxiously: "Gwendrin, what's wrong?"

Gwendlin's eyes were pitch black, and his head was heavy and a little dizzy. The only remaining consciousness made her desperately grab the shirt on the chest of Little Sissel with her hands, and a suppressed whimper overflowed from her mouth: "Hurry up and ...... away"

"Where?" asked Sissel in a low voice as he took two steps back vigilantly, putting his ear to Gwendlin's mouth.

"Take me...... Go back, can you......"

Little Sissel glanced at Monica's face and was jealous of her.

The woman also saw the expression of little Sissel obviously, she patted the dust on her skirt, and the bone on the back of her neck suddenly pierced the skin, bulging into a pustule, and cracked along the vertebrae from top to bottom, like a demon crawling out of the exit of hell, and from behind her stretched out a few green vine-like things bent forward, like a few giant pythons locked onto their prey, staring at little Sissel and Gwendrin in his arms.

"Want to go?" Monica followed a few steps forward, exuding a scalp-tinging horror all over her body, "Jensen Sissel, do you think you can drag her away with such a burden?"

"Monica, I throw in the towel to the royal family of the Violet Empire. Little Sissel looked at Monica on the other side, and suddenly had an idea to come up with a delaying plan, "But I have one condition, that is, you can't hurt the Great Spirit Envoy of the Spirit Clan." ”

Little Sissel said as he slowly took a few steps back, slowly placing Gwendrin under the wall on the side of the road. Monica pressed closer, and the altar priests kept rushing behind him.

"Hmmm, wasn't it time to be rude to me just now? You really shouldn't have your back against the wall, it's a dead end. Monica gestured with her gaze to the altar priests behind her, and the three altar priests suddenly floated forward like white ghosts.

They were half-arched, holding a slender golden scythe in both hands, three sharp blades stacked on top of each other.

Little Sissel stood in place with his hands on his hips and calmly, which made Monica panic and said angrily: "Jensen Sissel, don't think I don't know what you are planning! On this continent, even the people belonging to your mercenary group will do business and care about money, and I will not be fooled by you." ”

"Who said I wanted money?" He stood alone in front of these Water Empire people with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm and calm, and the corners of his mouth still maintained his usual smile.

Monica was skeptical, and showed a disdainful expression on her sideways face: "Then tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Alright then, the deal is that you let Gwendrin go today, and I'll take her place and let you slaughter it. Little Sissel thought for a moment before speaking.

He gestured to Gwendrin, who was pale, muttering from time to time, and it seemed that she could no longer withstand Monica's almost all-out attack. As little Sissel said, fortunately, this little girl was lucky, Monica's ability was not outstanding, and she didn't take her life directly.

Monica smiled a little sarcastically, turned her face to little Sissel, and said, "What should I do, this is ready to be a hero to save the beauty?" You said that you put your posture so low, as if I didn't agree and became a great sinner for the ages...... I think Gwendlin is not lightly injured, why don't you take her back first, otherwise I can't afford this responsibility. ”

"You've said so, I'm still going to get away. Little Sissel shrugged his shoulders with a wry face.

"Less nonsense, what the hell do you want to do?" Monica said impatiently. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, and her expression seemed to be teaching a child who had made a mistake, "Don't drag on time with me, you two are already the abandoned sons of the Spirit Clan Patriarch, and you are still counting on the Feather Ray to save you? ”

After listening to Monica's words casually, little Sissel stretched out his hands, pulled out the God of War blade from his waist and threw it on the ground, sighing, "It's always okay, right?"

Seeing this, Monica laughed contemptuously, "Sissel, you like her so much, in order to keep her alive, you actually threw the heirloom weapon left for you by your parents to the ground...... But have you ever thought about it, put down the weapon in your hand, and you will die!"

Blade-like ice cubes clustered together and shot out of the soil beneath Sissel's feet. He flew down, picked up the Ares Blades with one hand, and immediately dived in one hand, and picked up Gwendrin with the other, and moved away from Monicala.

Above the dome was a cloud of darkness, as if it was about to rain.

"Don't you want to die?" Monica's face was also misty, she dodged and followed, and the huge vine behind her had already forced in front of Little Sissel, "If you don't keep your promise, you're not a good mercenary." ”

"Stop!"

A female voice suddenly sounded behind Monica, shouting her name loudly. Monica frowned, turned around impatiently and said angrily, "Don't you have long eyes......?"

Before she could finish the first half of her sentence, she looked at the woman's face and couldn't say a word.

Little Sissel looked at Monica's creepy back, which was covered with pus of various sizes, and the dark green juice seemed to burst out of it, penetrating into the skin, and even the veins of the blood vessels were faintly green.

The green branch of flesh behind Monica drooped down, and the whole person trembled like chaff:

"Donna...... You...... Aren't you dead? Why are you here?"

Little Sissel looked back, the woman named Donna, quietly maintaining a smile on her face, which was a very gentle expression in the eyes of ordinary people, but Monica's scalp was tingling like a ghost.

Little Sissel listened to the conversation between the two just now, and roughly knew that this woman named Donna had a deep relationship with Monica, and it was likely that she had already died at Monica's hands!

"You see, you've got scared too. It's like you can't kill her. The woman smiled and pointed to Gwendrin, who was still confused, "Thanks to Mr. Sissel for holding you back, how could I have met you again, Monica?"