Ayalwota's expression changed and he raised his broom to respond to the enemy. The moonlight shone again, but the tip was too fast. In an instant, five sticks were thrust into the Druid's throat, two ribs and two groins, extremely fast. Ayalwota blocked with all his strength, trying to recite a spell.
Most people heard a superimposed "dang." The battle only happened for a moment and was over.
Mingyue Druid fell on his back, and the old broom fell to the side. Everyone could see clearly that the front end of the sharp cane with a metallic luster had sunk deep into his ribs. The other end was firmly grasped in Jianjian's hand.
With an excited grin on Jianjian's face, he slowly twisted the cane and pressed the handle at the same time. Ayalwota made a bellows-like whistle, and big beads of sweat rolled down the ravine on his head.
Stewart walked over with long strides. He clapped loudly and kicked the old broom carelessly into the corner. Chaka coughed, put his hands on his knees, rubbed his back molars with an annoyed look on his face.
"He can't beat that hybrid." Keqier looked at the druid who fell to the ground worriedly. He seems to be hesitant about the idea of "following their customs and not interfering with the laws of nature."
He glanced at Jianjian and yawned.
"A rare positive mutation." He commented uninspired.
Although he knew something about hybrid research from Taliliqi, he was not keen on it. This type of experiment is too demanding on sleep and environment. Even if everything is perfect, carefully taken care of every day, up and down 180 times every night, and alert to all disturbances, various unexpected accidents will inevitably occur.
Even if everything goes well and the results are significant enough, when the article is written, it is easy to be rejected and given a slap in the face - the management in this area is too strict.
The hybrid dynasty is over. Most importantly, he didn't like it.
"Yes. And the degree of mixed blood is very low. It's almost invisible from the outside." Ke Qier said softly.
"Um."
Pointy mutations are indeed rare, and Taliliqi would probably be ecstatic if he got such an individual.
There's nothing urgent to do now, why don't you try to please the teacher you haven't seen for a long time? Calculate based on the calculation.
Jianjian behaves very much like a hybrid between a human and a werewolf, a cat spirit or a leopard spirit. If you don’t have enough knowledge, you will inevitably make this judgment just by looking at the surface.
But Yi Cha knew that Jianjian was not. He obviously has one sixteenth of the special bloodline - composed of phantoms, undead, and monkey fairies, which is indeed rare. It’s hard to imagine how such a family could get together.
The direction of mutation is physical skills, smell and mind - I can't say for sure about the last point, maybe he is this kind of person.
"Do you want to make a living specimen?" asked Ke Qier.
Ke Qier shook his head.
Nese also said with a bad face, "Please don't do this."
"OK."
Yicha returned to his bored state and turned to thinking about the son of Shoumono.
Based on previous experience, the son of the guardian should be a very unique regular creature that is compatible with the material plane - it is likely to appear as a material appearance.
He now has a broader understanding than when he first came into contact with Diavolo. He believes that he can definitely see clues in the legal field of vision - even if the other party has any protective visual rules, he should be able to see it under direct touch. They will all show their true colors before him.
What's more, there is Nesis - although the golden eyeball dream has not responded recently, this must be only temporary.
However, along the way so far, he has not seen any individuals suspected of being the sons of Shoumono.
It was necessary to take a look at the two young children that the halfling and bald hybrid had hidden away. According to the oral officer, at least one of them is a newborn...
Neither of them should let go of the investigation. The predictions of human prophets may not be accurate, especially in terms of time. There may be errors in the arrival time of the Son of Shoumono.
Jianjian obviously didn't know that he was being observed from head to toe by several super-material beings not far away.
He kept an ugly smile, unhurriedly pulled out the cane, made a pop sound on the Druid's wound, then quickly pulled a flower,&nbp;&nbp;turned the blunt end of the cane downward,&nbp;&nbp ; gestured on Ayalwota's forehead.
Ayalwota glared at him with a distorted face, covering the wound, and blood slowly seeped out from under the leather robe.
"This is a small lesson. This druid."
Shisolt clasped his hands behind his back and looked at him condescendingly, "The benevolent King Bochi gave immunity to the druids of Moonfall, not for you to fight against his rule. You must learn to use your own way to bring prosperity to us. Contribute to the Kingdom of Bochi.”
He gestured, "Contribute, understand? Don't ask for trouble. Now get up, join our team, and help - we still have several villages to deal with."
"If you are hard-working, loyal and down-to-earth -"
When Scott said this, he smiled sinisterly. "It all depends on how you want to behave. Maybe I can praise you a few more words in the report.
Wait until next year, or the year after that, maybe the proportion of Moon Druid's special funds in Moonfall will increase, and you can use it to build your temple, isn't it good? "
"You are too kind, Lord Strotter."
Jianjian played with the cane with a smile and turned it tight.
"How?" Officer Pochi kicked the druid's wrist with a foot wearing a pointed leather boot.
"I don't like to hear fools fart..." Ayalwota spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"I also think you are playing the harp to a cow." Shisoltli waved his hand neatly.
Ouch - click!
The druid made a sound like a mother bear giving birth, and her body convulsed. The pointed tip swung out a staff as fast as lightning, hitting his right shoulder and directly hammering it down.
The next second, the mixed-race thug wearing a turban appeared on the other side of the cabinet and struck down on the top of the cabinet with his stick.
The cabinet couldn't bear it, and there was a big hole in the top that was cracked through. The tip of the stick struck again, and it directly chopped off half of the cupboard.
The young bald mixed-breed Dagomon lost the restraint of the cupboard wall, his limbs stretched limply, and he collapsed in the mud in the sun.
Jianjian fiddled with him with the cane and poked him again. Dagomon, the hybrid, opened his eyes. Not moving at all.
"Yo. He's dead." Jianjian said with a dark face.
"Dead?" Stewart frowned.
"You--you--these--dog-bastards--" Ayalvota bit his lip and roared from his throat. He tried hard to stand up, but was knocked down by a sharp stick, and one cheek became swollen.
"Do you have a say? Who is the bastard?"
Jianjian bared his teeth, pinched his pupils into a thin line, and squatted down in front of the Druid's face. He raised the blunt end of his cane high, and then began to hit Ayalwota's head like a violent storm. The druid suddenly had a nosebleed and his entire face was bloody.
"Angel!" Nesei suddenly grabbed Keqier - he knew what the devil meant. "Save them."
"Actually -" Ke Qier said awkwardly.
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