"What's wrong? It's all the same. There's only one right way, and there are different wrong ways."
"I think this statement is wrong..." Ke Qier said stubbornly.
"But you will tolerate it." Yi Cha chuckled. Sure enough, the angel was speechless.
The hybrid goon was seriously injured. The human struggle drama has almost come to an end, and he has more time to focus on other things.
He doesn't care if the Flame Druid's beliefs deviate, it won't matter. After all, Ifo's death has nothing to do with all the current chaos.
It is indeed a holiday now, no matter how dissatisfied it is. A long-term goal that is not urgent enough, some small goals that can be done at any time, and some reactions that wait for others to take action before fighting back.
The appointment with Beelzebub is still more than four months away. But the situation has changed a lot.
He didn't have to wait until that time to see her again, he already had something new to say to her - and he also believed that she would never have that precise patience.
By the way, he kind of missed her.
When wandering too much, it is inevitable that there will be nostalgia - all family-based creatures are inevitably like this, even if they do not have a family. Only when you go back will you realize that everything is not that way - this is called the homecoming hallucination.
But Yi Cha felt that this was not an illusion.
The hybrid thug faced the ground and continued to scream strangely. The flames on both hands had gone out—what remained looked like burnt chicken feet.
The boy named Walker has plenty of opportunities for sneak attacks, and he doesn't want to follow a certain moral code - it seems he just hasn't found a good angle to attack.
He wanted to kill, not defeat.
Fairness is what is said between Xia Mo Ge and Jian Jian. He was so engrossed from beginning to end that he didn't even hear it.
Walker moved cautiously around the mongrel's large body. Then a broom swept across his back.
Jianjian seemed to want to jump up on the spot,&nbp;&nbp;but his broken wrist pressed on the ground, and his body immediately collapsed, hitting the spot again heavily.
"Fair enough..." He sneered.
The moonlight shone brightly.
The next second, the old broom pierced the mongrel thug's back like a tofu. The tip made a noise like a mud tire being knocked to the ground.
"good."
Yi Cha touched Ke Qier boredly and said, "It's a pity that you didn't make a bet with me."
Ke Qier looked shocked. The same goes for Xia Moge - her face was so pale that it was almost colorless. Ayalvota didn't react at all - he hadn't reacted for a long time.
There was also silence outside the hospital.
A sharp hiss erupted from the boy's throat, staring at the wounds on the hybrid's thug's back where blood was pouring out.
He took two steps back, then turned his head and pounced on Ayalvota and Dagumont like a little leopard returning to its nest.
"I killed the bad guy!" Walker screamed again, unlike a child or even a human being. He first held Dagumont's hand, and burst into tears. Then hurriedly went to La Ayalwo Tower.
A pale white light burst out between the hands of Walker and Mingyue Druid, flicking him out. Xia Moge came back to her senses and rushed to them with a bright orange skirt in hand.
Walker looked confused and stood up blankly.
Ayalwota gasped weakly, and he could no longer open his eyes - the excitement just now turned out to be a reflection of the light. Xia Moge started to give him first aid.
"It's okay,&nbp;&nbp;it's okay."
Ke Qier reacted and immediately emitted a spiritual light, and Ayalwota's physical condition quickly stabilized.
good. Now he could always follow the boy to check on the two young children who might be the children of Shumono. Yi Cha thought. This is the part that he currently thinks should be paid the most attention to. This is also the reason why he can tolerate being delayed here for a while.
Two moments.
I don't know when the sky got dark.
The sun was already gradually approaching the horizon, and was surrounded by layers of gray clouds. Vast swaths of shadow cast an ominous shadow over the dilapidated backyard.
Gala.
Someone moved in the shadows.
Yi Cha felt that it would be a matter of time. But Xia Moge's expression almost froze, and Walker looked at the moving man with an expression of disbelief.
Dagomon.
The bald hybrid who was thought to be dead sat up stiffly, twisting his head back and forth like an owl - as if he was confirming whether he was connected to his body by a neck or a screw.
"Brother." Walker said in surprise.
"How is that possible? I just diagnosed him..." Xia Moge murmured.
"Brother!"
Walker wiped away his tears and rushed to hug Dagumont.
"Wait!" Xia Moge wanted to hold Walker back, but it was already too late. The boy ran towards his brother, and was then slapped to the ground and strangled.
"Resurrected zombies mutate. It's really rare." Yi Cha nodded with a straight face.
It was probably the energy that Walker had just inspired that hit Dagumon, causing the hybrid's special mutation, right?
Lucky hit. Another mistake?
In an instant, Walker's face went from red to purple, and his legs kicked back and forth. Xia Moge shot out a fireball, which hit the bald hybrid man's strong shoulders and back, leaving two marks with rolling sparks.
But Dagumont was not affected. He let out a moaning cry and squeezed his brother tighter and tighter.
Keqier was silent and made a quick gesture beside him. Dagumon was lifted up by a soft but firm wind and placed gently on the ground next to him. The little boy covered his neck with both hands and gasped for air. Xia Moge hurriedly grabbed both of his arms and dragged him aside.
"Aren't you not going to interfere with numerology? Or can't you come?" Yicha asked Ke Qier.
"Uh...this part is correct."
"Wait a minute." Ichachi said, "When can you see the correct numerology?"
"Since I came here." Ke Qier answered cautiously.
Come.
It refers to Sariel bringing the angel back from Zero Point. It cannot be wrong.
Really. I thought something was wrong. Yi Cha thought.
But it's no wonder when you think about it. No matter what topic they debate, Ke Qier always wins less and loses more. On average, it can be said that the angels never win at all. Now that he had such a major breakthrough on his own, he inevitably felt frightened and behaved strangely.
"Tell me about it later. Don't miss a single detail." Yicha was relieved and naturally asked Ke Qil, "I want two sets of detailed descriptions of the layout, one set of time series self-narration, and one set of self-narrations. …”
Yi Cha couldn't finish his words, so Ke Qier took a few steps forward.
Because someone was knocked away. Walker and Summerge were knocked away.
Ke Qier summoned the Liufeng air mattress, but they still slammed against the courtyard wall.
Jianjian stood where they had stood. The broken broomstick was still stuck in his chest, his hands were still as black as burnt chicken feet, and his pupils were thin. He had just climbed up with only his feet, and kicked Walker and Summer Song away.
He no longer screams because the blood no longer flows.
"strangeness."
Icha frowned. "This guy is not a resurrected zombie hybrid mutated."
