Miss Elf Dragon

"Perotina"

Gargamel wanted to check on Perotina's condition, but Fake Nero's attack had already arrived. This man was actually a great martial artist, and he was the secret trump card of the Golden Leopard Slave Group.

"Do you still have time to care about others?"

Before the great martial artist finished speaking, the attack was already in front of Gargamel.

He hurriedly controlled a zombie to block the blow for him, but the originally strong zombie was like a fragile cabbage in the hands of the great martial artist. It shattered into pieces after only one blow, and the exploding filth fell everywhere in the room. yes.

A large piece of frozen meat fell on Perotina's back, causing her to vomit out another mouthful of blood, not knowing whether it was due to the impact of force or the surge of her emotions.

They are not opponents at all and have no chance to fight back.

Such thoughts filled the minds of Perotina and Gargamel at the same time.

Perotina, who was already somewhat unconscious, wanted to tell Gargamel to leave quickly and leave her alone, let alone make unnecessary sacrifices. But she just opened and closed her lips twice without making any sound, and passed out in a pool of blood.

There was Gargamel's suppressed groan of pain in her ears, and the great martial artist's proud laugh, but Perotina had no way of knowing what was going to happen next.

When she woke up again, Perotina felt pain everywhere in her body, especially in her chest. She felt so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. Every time she breathed, she felt pain. Perotina knew that she had probably suffered serious internal injuries.

"My recovery ability is pretty good when I wake up."

The great warrior walked up to Perotina and turned her over, face up, and looked at her face carefully.

It didn't take long for Perotina to pass out. The turmoil had just ended. The corpses in the room were still steaming, and the blood under her body had not yet become sticky and dry.

Perotina searched the entire room with her eyes, and when she saw the familiar cloak stained red with blood by the bed, her eyes couldn't help but become wet with tears.

"Why are you crying? That kid escaped. He really has some skills. He is worthy of being a necromancer, but the injury will not make him feel better."

The great martial artist pinched Perotina's face to make her look at him.

He was initially displeased because Perotina cried for someone else, but now he felt itchy looking at her wet eyes after being soaked.

"These eyes are so beautiful, and they become even more beautiful after crying."

His preferences are a bit offbeat, and he especially likes girls who are not yet fully developed at the age of thirteen or fourteen. He finds their delicate skin and delicate voices very charming, especially when they cry out in pain under him, he is a tough man. It will all melt away. He heard that the nobles of the imperial capital called this hobby lolicon, and he thought he might be one.

Looking at Perotina lying helplessly on the ground, the great martial artist dragged her with one hand and touched her slightly bulging breasts with the other hand.

"cough."

Perotina felt nauseated, and her chest suddenly surged. She coughed out another mouthful of blood, staining the great martial artist's hands.

"It's really bad luck"

The great martial artist of Aijie immediately threw Perotina to the ground, took out a handkerchief and wiped it over and over again, causing Perotina's head to make a banging sound when it hit the ground.

Pelotina, who was bruised and in pain, had no expression on her face. She watched the great martial artist take out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood, then ordered someone to carry her to deal with it, and swallowed a mouthful of blood in her mouth.

It's really fishy.

There was only one thought in Perotina's mind, and she didn't realize that she was putting the meat in her mouth

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Perotina watched with her eyes open as two guards came in, lifted her onto a stretcher, and moved her to a clean room. Then a magician came to perform healing magic on her, and gave her a repairing potion and a magic-limiting potion, and then a beautiful and delicate girl walked into the room holding a set of clean clothes.

"The deputy leader said, let me wash you and change your clothes."

When only the two of them were left in the room and the curtains were closed for blocking purposes, Perotina finally felt relieved and passed out again.

Fortunately, it's not a man.

In her sleep, Pelotina kept thinking about where Nero, the son of God, had gone.

They followed him all the way and didn't see any transactions happening in advance. It was impossible for him to be sold on the road.

And if someone else takes him away, aren't you worried that it will be more dangerous to travel alone? Although the target of the slave hunting group is a bit bigger, there are many strong players, and not just anyone can defeat it.

Furthermore, she and the people from the Holy See touched that room, which proved that the disguised Nero did indeed have the marks they had left on him. She didn't know the methods of the Holy See, but what she used as a clue was the characteristic floral scent, which was light but not subtle. It was impossible to say that others could produce the same scent.

The anxious Perotina fell directly into a dream due to these annoying things, unconsciously analyzing various possibilities.

"Ah."

Perotina frowned when she felt someone beside her, and her consciousness gradually returned.

"It's so cute, like a little kitten."

The great martial artist sat beside the bed and gently rubbed Perotina's slender and white neck, watching her look like she was about to wake up. The first button on the collar has been undone and is likely to continue downwards.

"what you do"

When Perotina woke up and realized what was happening, her body tensed up and she was about to jump out of bed.

The great martial artist made her whole body soften with a seemingly casual touch, and she lay down on the bed again.

"Don't be so fierce, little darling, I thought you wanted to be gentler, so I treated you like this. In fact, I prefer roughness."

The great martial artist touched her face and was satisfied when he saw the fear and submission in her eyes.

"But we are not in a hurry. You should tell everything related to the Necromancer first. The leader is anxious to know. Originally, he wanted to interrogate you in person, but his temperament does not know how to show mercy at all. I'm really afraid. It broke you straight up.”

When it came to "broken", the great martial artist pressed his fingers on the aorta on Pelotina's neck and gently dug in. The feeling coming from her hands was obviously warm, but Perotina felt cold all over and couldn't help but shiver.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, just be nice. We don't have much time, and we will be leaving soon to continue our journey."

Perotina pursed her lips, wondering if the other party would believe her if she said she was coerced by the Necromancer. But she can't say that she formed an alliance with Gargamel and came to save Nero together. In this way, she would be asked to say much more, and Gargamel would be exposed to these demons, which would be too dangerous.

"I was captured by the Necromancer. He came to capture the Son of God Nero this time. He took me with him because he wanted to use me as a threat at the critical moment to make the Son of God give in."

Perotina controlled her eyes, her heartbeat, and sincerely told the answer that she didn't even believe. Then she looked at the great martial artist's expression and turned cold.

"Little guy, you are very naughty. This will disappoint me for loving you so much."