"?"
Although she didn't want to admit it, Yinxi suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
"You're not from the Samurai God Clan, are you?"
"Are you the vampire boy who betrayed his own family?" The approaching gaze made it impossible to hide the expression on the man's face. The man looked down at Yin Xi condescendingly, and a wave of disdain escaped from the tip of his nose, "I heard that the Duke is... I suffered a big fall at the hands of my biological son. Even if I tried to survive, I still didn’t last a few days and died.”
"Tsk, if someone like you wasn't appointed by the church, I would really feel dirty even looking at you."
"Even my own father can bite me back..."
"Have you said enough?" Xue Chu frowned and pulled the calm young man beside him behind him, with the same rude tone, "Just go back if you don't like him."
"It's just that I didn't dare to resist the master who made a stupid decision. Now I can't even complete the task quietly. I'm really a waste of money."
Xuechu made her comments without any hesitation. Seeing the man in front of her begin to have a distorted expression, she raised her eyelids and smiled mockingly, "Stupid thing, is this how you convey the message?"
"Xue Chu——" The man's face was ferocious with veins popping out, "You just offended the Dragon Clan, and now you dare to talk to me like this?"
"I am the messenger sent by the Light Religion to deliver a message!"
After saying that, the man raised his head proudly again, and for no apparent reason, he stretched out his hand and deliberately pulled the white gold-patterned shawl that had attracted attention from the beginning.
Yinxi looked thoughtfully at the white robe that had the most distinct meaning on the other person's body, and felt real doubts for a moment. First of all, he ruled out the possibility of his eyesight being clumsy, then...
"How on earth could such an obvious outfit be completely ignored?"
"It's because of stupidity," Rong Xu replied immediately. "The aura of complete stupidity has long overshadowed any accessories that can bring a little temperament."
"So you're not from the God-Serving Clan?" Xue Chu didn't even have the interest to take a look, and simply ignored the person. "I thought the lack of a reply was already a rejection."
Yinxi: "Maybe they, who are very ceremonial, are more willing to believe that the person who sent the letter is dead."
"But as far as I know, the Guangming Cult is also a branch of the Samurai God Clan."
"So they are still the same group of people?" Xue Chu paused, pinched his chin and commented: "The styles are indeed very similar... they are all the same hopeless people."
In response to this, the three people who felt similar looked at a certain Samurai God clan member who was almost angry with him, and they no longer had the mood to deal with it at all.
"A little tired," Xuechu said.
She looked at the envoy who seemed to be thinking about something, and the glasses that she had opened out of interest suddenly dropped down.
You can't still be thinking about some "condescending way to win over", right?
Xuechu thought about this angle for a while, and soon sighed because of the trouble.
"Xuechu is already very tired," Rong Xu suddenly said, frowning, his pale face looking a little scary, "Don't block the way."
As soon as the words fell, the originally relaxed atmosphere was as sharp as the tip of a knife.
…
His chest felt like it had been hit hard by a stone.
Someone who claimed to be a messenger subconsciously took a step back. Feeling the threat, his nerves tightened quickly and his eyes narrowed, "You just got off Dragon Island? You look very embarrassed."
It looked like he had been seriously injured, but his aura was still so fierce... The messenger lowered his brows, as if he had thought of some incredible answer, and asked again doubtfully: "Do you need to rest? Or do you need to prevent possible pursuit behind you? "
"Pursuit?" Xue Chu smiled, and it was easy to know where this man's conclusion came from.
It's nothing more than wanting to take advantage but never facing it. Under this premise, even the cliché method is a bit clumsy.
"Although we do have some minor issues to deal with with the Dragon Clan, we can't catch up with them yet," Xue Chu slowly raised a smile, turned around, looked regretfully at the Dragon Island that was left behind, and murmured to himself. He murmured: "Sure enough, we still can't leave Xi Ning behind..."
If Xining and Flosia stood here, wouldn't all these tedious exchanges be avoided? Xuechu thought so, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the tangled but biased expression on the messenger's face, and raised the corners of his lips meaningfully.
The white robe was blown up by the wind just right, and all thoughts quickly came to an end.
Like a wooden man who only uses his brain as a decoration, his boots made a sound when he stepped on the dead branches, and even the owner himself who took action regained the arrogance of a superior who has a chance to win.
"You're lying!" he swore, thinking that he was a brave man who exposed clumsy lies, and his tone of voice rose up unconsciously, "My intelligence tells me that there is more than just such a little vampire young master beside you."
"Then where did everyone else go...?"
One foot violently pushed up the broken dead branch. The messenger, who pretended to look down with his eyes hanging, opened his mouth and looked coldly at Xue Chu, who was holding up his posture, "Abandoned, right? Maybe it is being chewed now." Not even the bones are left! Those dragons..."
"It's not as disciplined as us."
"..."
The negotiator who was selecting the dragon clan was going backwards, and Xining suddenly coughed.
Xining didn't take it seriously. He just thought it was because Long Island had just been destroyed and the air was not very good. Then he used this reason to gather a lot of resources from Xue Chu.
He even intimately told Tier, who was holding on to the dragon crystal for research, to pay attention to his safety.
Dragon Clan, Dragon Clan’s face turned green.
It's a pity that no one will feel any pity for this. Even outside Dragon Island-the Samurai God Clan's distorted analysis of the scene continues.
"Ah?" Yinxi felt confused after hearing this. He relied on his clever little brain to think and try to study the attitude of the person in front of him. As a result, his expression became even more indescribable.
...I can even let go of those offensive words before.
"Xuechu, why don't we leave first?" He felt that according to the state of the man in front of him who could constantly add to his emotions... he didn't actually need an audience.
"That's right," Xuechu yawned and found that the person filling in the plot was standing opposite... his face was even more rosy than when he came.
His eyes were so excited by his imagination.
"..."
"Let's go," Rong Xu took the first step directly.
After all, he was the main force that had been coerced before, and his strength consumption was not small. What's more... Rong Xu still clearly remembered that Xue Chu was injured.
Although the person involved did not show any weakness at all.
Three minutes later.
The messenger, who was still chattering about his own persuasion plot, said the last words happily, and then suddenly came back to his senses, "...I can consider giving you divine blessings. How about...people?!"
When he raised his eyes, he could only see a desolate place. Not to mention the three people, there was not even a human-shaped object.
