Chapter 1721: Chapter 465: There is a fox soothing
Su Shijun’s tall figure descended slowly from mid-air, blocking Zheng Qing’s path.
Due to the war, the school sealed the entire tiline and cause-and-effect lines of the Black Prison World, opening up a small river island in the river of ti for this battlefield. As a result, teleportation magic within the Black Prison World was strictly limited.
Especially wizard-initiated teleportation magic—aside from the castle’s own fixed-point directional teleportation magic—was easily subject to deviation under the chaotic tiline near the Black Prison Castle, becoming particularly dangerous.
On normal days, places reached by a simple step were today only found by Su Shijun after over a dozen transfers, finding the precise ti and place to return to the correct trajectory.
As Zheng Qing leapt down from the inner castle walls, the witch had already left the front line.
But by the ti she stepped out of the ink-colored Array, half an hour had passed, Zheng Qing fainted and awoke, injuries recovered. The ‘Green Sea’ between the Keiform Flight Land had turned yellow, and the two giant ‘craters’ on the battlefield in front of the inner castle had been filled, while the young cost student was under the direct threat of a purple-haired female demon.
Bang!
The female demon was hit by the witch.
Zheng Qing fell to the ground, clutching his neck, struggling to breathe, the violent change of aura stimulating his tear glands, blurring his vision slightly.
But even through the blur, he could still discern Su Shijun’s identity.
Four green fox tails swayed gently behind her, her tall stature dizzying, her fragrance and domineering declaration further intensified the young warlock’s dizziness.
Zheng Qing clearly heard soone gasp, possibly the black cat behind him or Jiang Yu, or soone else.
In the air, there were also faint chuckles.
The warlock pounded his chest, helping himself to breathe.
He had to force himself to pretend he hadn’t heard—hadn’t heard the gasp, hadn’t heard the subtle laughs, he even hoped he hadn’t heard Su Daxu’s second sentence.
No wonder many warned him the battlefield was dangerous.
At this mont, Zheng Qing deeply felt that danger—everywhere, all the ti, beyond imagination—yet he was also thankful this was a battlefield.
Within hundreds of ters, apart from the black cat and Jiang Yu, and two young assistants who had fainted, there were no other warlocks present, aning he wouldn’t imdiately suffer the pursuit of so fanatics.
With this in mind, Zheng Qing subconsciously glanced not far away.
Several ters away, Hilda and Zhang Yu were still unconscious, theoretically not having heard anything they shouldn’t have.
In front, Su Shijun tilted her head slightly, taking a glance at the warlock.
“Still alive?”
Her voice carried a hint of anger.
“A…alive.”
Zheng Qing pulled at the corners of his mouth, giving a sowhat awkward smile. With a Big Wizard blocking in front, the pressure from the purple-haired female demon instantly disappeared, the young cost student felt he regained control over his body.
“If you’re alive, get far away!”
Moon Council’s upper house mber drooped her ears, continued being angry, her tails not swaying.
In fact, she didn’t know why she was so angry.
Perhaps because the warlock didn’t consider Poseidon’s identity and risked recklessly, perhaps because she was regretting saying what she said earlier, or perhaps simply because of the little witch standing behind the warlock.
The little girl seed to be nad Jiang, Su Shijun mused, recalling a conversation that happened in the office a long ti ago. Then she rembered, the little girl knew the relationship between her and Zheng Qing.
Thinking of this, the upper house mber’s mood inexplicably improved a little, yet worsened again.
anwhile, Zheng Qing felt a hand from behind gripping his arm, surprisingly strong, strong enough that the boy had to say sothing or do sothing to divert everyone’s attention.
He ignored the stones on the ground that hurt his knees painfully, ignoring the tallic taste carried over with deep breathing.
The warlock raised his head, looking toward the nearby purple-haired witch in a worse situation than him, forced a smile: “…It seems you also don’t know what will happen next…does this an you’re also afraid?”
This was in response to her last sentence said earlier.
The black cat wagged its tail, turned back, and gave the boy a shocked look. In its dark red pupil, there was not a hint of mockery, only full admiration and respect.
To dare mock a Great Demon on the battlefield, perhaps only a head would be this hard.
As soon as he spoke, Zheng Qing also imdiately felt a tinge of fear, vaguely sensing a chilly breeze behind his neck.
But he did not feel regret.
Compared to another scarier battlefield, he would rather face a Great Demon; at the very least, when facing a Great Demon, he still had the courage for self-destruction.
Unexpected to both the black cat and the boy.
The purple-haired female demon did not show anger at the boy’s words but instead laughed quietly, earnestly answering: “Being in the dark is not contradictory to fearing shadows…pretending to face everything fearlessly is true stupidity.”
While answering, she twisted her body snake-like, seemingly healing her injuries, and searching for a new attack target.
Zheng Qing quietly let out a breath of relief.
He was sure others’ focus had shifted back to the purple-haired female demon. Because Moon Council upper house mber’s tail started swaying again, and another set of fingers gripping his arm weakened sowhat in force.
Bang!
The warlock’s vision blurred, as Su Shijun’s figure vanished from view, followed by a series of rapid, thunderous collision sounds, circling nearby, with each impact, faintly revealing a glimpse of purple and green shadows.
“There is a fox soothing!”
The purple-haired female demon scread, casting a spell specialized against the fox race, under which Su Shijun’s figure visibly slowed, her aura dispersed sowhat.
“Bindings of speech!”
Moon Council upper house mber’s calm voice followed, multiple glowing ropes shot from the void, precisely appearing beneath the female demon’s feet, binding her ankles, and tripping her repeatedly.
“Bee sting of hardship!”
“Kan Han like a roaring tiger!”
The fight between Su Shijun and the purple-haired female demon was fierce, taking this opportunity, Zheng Qing pretended to survey around, quickly turned and glanced back.
Jiang Yu was seriously sorting her handbag, extracting several Charm Guns of varying lengths, carefully comparing them. Noticing the boy’s gaze, she raised her head, holding out a new Remington and a new Colt Python:
“Which one do you want?”
The black cat extended its tail without expression, scratching the warlock’s ankle.
Zheng Qing enviously glanced at the two unconscious assistants nearby.
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