I'm sorry, the king of the mainnet, I shouldn't complain about you

The body inertia fell backwards, and as soon as her feet stepped on the ground, she was thrown down by the boy standing beside her.The back was in close contact with the ground, and the blood-red liquid drew a curved arc in front of the eyes, sprinkling bits and pieces on the earthy yellow boulders and the ground.The youth on one side was protected by the blond youth, and the black chain flexibly blocked most of the attacks from the valley. The blond youth led the youth and quickly moved to the side of her and the boy.

Her eyes moved, she opened her mouth, and put her hands on the boy's back. The sticky touch and the faint smell of blood filling her nose made her flustered.

"Young man." She called him softly.

The young man who was holding her and protecting her under his body did not reply, his eyes were closed tightly, and the dark green hair was tightly stuck to his forehead and face due to sweat.

"Young man..." There was a hint of tremor in the voice.

Half hugging the boy, she sat up slowly, and she saw that the boy had lost the anger he had just now.

On the back, an arrow glowed with a cold light, and the expression on her face changed from disbelief to fear.

Her hand was stuck near the arrow, she didn't dare to touch it, she was afraid that the boy would die because of her carelessness.

The sun above her head was shining hotly on her body, but she was as cold as an ice cellar.

The blood in her body flowed back into her limbs, her hands and feet completely lost their temperature, as cold as a corpse, she opened her mouth wide, and the scream rolled in her throat, unable to utter it for a long time.

In this situation, even the young man didn't know what to do. He looked at her and the unconscious young man helplessly.

The blond-haired youth stood in front of them and blocked one attack after another for them. The blond-haired youth expressed his incomprehension to the inexplicable attacks that came towards them from the valley.

Before, he and the boy came out of the valley.

There was no one in there, only dead bodies.

He and the boy will never be wrong.

So, how to explain the current situation?

damn it!Are those bodies fake?Is the blood that can flow into a small stream fake?

Or, the corpse inside is a fraud?

No matter which assumption is made, it is fucking nonsense!

The beautiful priestess and the handsome priest stood in front of their young king, but... before the arrow hit them, they were dealt with by the strange black chain in the hand of the blonde alien in front .

The arrow's target was them, and it was obvious that the four aliens were implicated by them.

It seems that these people have nothing to do with Akhnadin.

Thinking of this, the emerald green pupils of the priestess unconsciously looked at the injured boy.

The arrow wound needs to be dealt with in time, otherwise... it will be troublesome.

"Wang, I want to go and see that injured foreigner." With her head bowed respectfully and her voice steady, she was just offering an opinion. As for whether she would allow it or not, it would depend on their young king.

The crimson pupils stared at the priestess who made the request, and the sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through her body and her soul.

After a long time, when the priestess was about to be unable to bear the pressure, the boy king spoke.

"Go." Simple two words, without a trace of emotion.

"Yes." He replied respectfully.

Before turning around, she nodded to the handsome priest.

The two of them have served the king together for so many years, they don't need to say much, they just need to look at each other to know what the other is thinking.

The young priest nodded invisibly, expressing that he would protect the boy king.

When they came to the young man, the priestess knelt down, nodded friendly to the young man, and said, "His condition is not optimistic, can you let me take a look?"

Although he was asking, the young man knew that the priestess had the ability to heal the young man, at least not putting his life in danger.

"Please." The young man stepped aside and moved a seat for the priestess.

She sat up straight and hugged the young man tightly without letting go. Even if the priestess had already leaned over, she couldn't believe her too much.

"Can you really cure him?" She asked, but her eyes were fixed on the arrow on the boy's back.

"I'm not very sure, but I have five points. However, the treatment conditions here are limited, and I can only guarantee that his life is not in danger." Priestess replied while seeing that the boy's injury was almost the same, although it was only superficial.

She turned her head and looked at Priestess, her dark eyes staring directly at her pair of emerald green pupils.

A few seconds later, she let go of the boy's hand, carefully placed him flat on the ground, and stepped aside, softly saying: "Please, I must... keep him..."

"Don't worry." Priestess replied, these three words were like a reassurance, which made her relax a little.

"Muto-kun." Without worrying about the young man's life for the time being, she raised her head and turned her gaze to the young man.

The young man looked at her without speaking.

"Stay here, no matter what happens, don't move where you are now, leave it to me and Kurapika." After she finished speaking, she got up and came to the side of the blond young man.

The bangs on her forehead covered her expression at the moment, the sun shone on her face, and only a large area of ​​light and shadow could be seen.

The blond young man who shot down almost all the arrows stopped and glanced at her, his beautiful lips tightly pursed into a line.

He didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. If Guan asked about the young man's situation, it would be too fake.

There is some conflict in my heart, I hope that the boy will die, but also hope that the boy can live well.

What an indescribable feeling.

Raising her hand, she stroked the bangs that covered her eyes to her ears, her cold eyes piercing into the valley.

"Kurapika, I want the people inside to die!" Over the years, she almost forgot that she still has a dark side, just like how she treated herself back then, and now the shackles that bound her have fallen off. "I will not let the people inside go." After every word, the murderous intent suddenly appeared on his body.

The dark pupils were stained with a layer of dark purple, and she used 'condensation' to see the 'people' inside.

That is! ?

"Kurapika, use 'condense' to look inside."

Quickly using 'condensation', the blond youth also saw the 'person' she saw.

His face changed suddenly, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, and said: "That... what?"

"It can't be called a human being at all." She smiled, her lips raised slightly, and the laughter gradually overflowed from the corner of her mouth. "Heh...hahahahaha...Interesting, it's so interesting, I haven't encountered such a situation for a long time..." Bending down, holding her belly, she laughed so happily.

A look of worry flashed in the eyes of the blond young man. She was in danger in this state.

Take the opportunity to control it later, otherwise...

As if thinking of something bad, the blond youth's complexion suddenly became very bad.

"Happy music from the White Queen." Fingers tapped nimbly in mid-air, and the cheerful music sounded.

As the music sounded, the cute notes turned into fat dolls, suddenly appeared, and they fell to the ground one by one, and ran into the valley.

"Lovely children, go and get that man out for me, okay?" She smiled calmly and elegantly, like a graceful and gentle lady.

The young man stared at her who felt something was wrong, and murmured: "No, this doesn't feel like Sakuragi."

His feeling is correct, the current Sakuragi Sayuki is indeed not the original Sakuragi Sayuki.

Both of her abilities, the White Queen's upbeat music, have the same painful flaws as the Red Queen's marionette.

That is, once these two abilities are used, her character will be closer to the characters of the White Queen and the Red Queen. Sometimes the abilities are swapped, and she will be regarded as a psychotic person by the opponent. Well, using this ability, indeed Kind of like a schizophrenic.

While fighting, the blond young man did not forget to pay attention to her, otherwise something went wrong, and his ability might not be able to restrain her.

Because, now he... has no red eyes.

When he came to this world, he paid for his red eyes, and the abilities of the natural traits were also eliminated.

This girl's ability is really abnormal sometimes.

The fat note dolls swarmed into the valley, and her hand playing the void key never stopped.

Obviously she didn't touch any musical instruments, but she played a beautiful piano piece.

That is a tune that the ancients will never know, nor have they heard.

The note dolls quickly caught the 'person' who was hiding inside and attacked them, but she still lost a lot of note dolls.

The only survivors were two or three.

The musical note dolls brought out a very old old man with their own power. The old man was dressed in rags, his white hair was disheveled, and the eye protruding from the hair was a golden eye. The lotus engraved on it The eye of Russ is the same as the millennium artifact on the Boy King and the others.

The old man's face was ferocious, and he exuded a dark aura.

"Akhnadine!" Seeing the person coming, the large group of people behind were all excited.

Yes, very excited, because this is a rebel, a sinner who hurt Pharaoh.

She doesn't have time to care about whether the other party is a sinner or not, what she wants to care about now is the person who hurt her.

"Grandpa." She smiled softly, but the next moment, her face changed, becoming as cold as frost. "You fucking dare to touch my mother!!"

The activation of the ability stopped, and her true nature was restored.

Akhnadine froze for a moment, then showed her a disdainful smile, and then... not immediately after, because before he could speak, she had already rushed over and kicked him out with a roundabout kick.

Yes, a perfect roundabout kick that kicked the opponent onto the stone wall.

The body was in perfect contact with the stone wall, and Akhnadine flew out uncontrollably without even seeing her movements.

Withdrawing her feet and standing firmly, she raised her chin, let out a breath, and said, "Ah, this kick was for revenge for the young man, now... let's settle the score? Ah, wrong, let's make it clear, What's going on inside? Hmm?"

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