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Chapter 50: Elk under a silver bow

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In the silent Yuegou ramp, a woman in a silver robe was kicking the man with a swollen nose and swollen nose as if venting her anger. The two walked in the channel, quickly descending, and marching towards the bottom of the ditch.

"Go faster, if you let the elk go, will your head be compensated?" The fine iron chain locked the chess player's hands and wrists firmly, and the silver-robed woman grasped the other end of the chain. From the front, the chess player looked unruly, embarrassed and unable to move.

As a captive, the chess player still resisted silently. Although he did not dare to engage in trouble under the eyes of the silver-robed woman, it was still easy to stop and put two sorrows from time to time. Of course, the price was that the bruise and swollen face gradually worsened.

"Smelly girl, I want to explain." The chess player suddenly turned his head and said, his steps stopped moving, he looked like a dead skinny face.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't want to die." The silver-robed woman's tone was a little dark, and the shameless words of the chess player made her annoyed and helpless. After that, she raised the silver bow and hummed threateningly.

The linguistic threat from the woman in the silver robe didn't feel oppressive to him. As soon as the chess player put his bangs on his forehead, he disdainfully said, "The stinky girl who has never seen blood dares to threaten me."

"What are you talking about!" The silver-robed woman thinks that she has spared the chess player a life, which is extremely tolerant. Under the repeated provocations of the other party, her anger has gradually boiled, "If it is not for the tight time now, I must Let you eat all the pain of skinning and cutting meat."

"You can save the time, a fledgling eldest lady, I am afraid that she has never killed a few hares, and dare to speak out in front of me." The silver-robed woman couldn't help but speak, and the chess player completely saw through her experience, after cold snort , She arrogantly replied: "As a veteran, you will not be taken down by me at this moment, and you will become a prisoner."

"Bah, I'm a serious courier, but not a reckless man like you who can only use brute force."

"Who do you mean?" The silver-robed woman is also a scholarly family. She has been immersed in the mountain of books since she was a child. Even if she followed the master of archery into the mountain to learn art, she never heard too many vulgar words. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little weak when facing a chess player from Ono.

After all, the silver-robed woman kicked out. Just as the chess player was caught off guard and was about to make a move to the tiger to land, the silver-robed woman pulled on the chain, and the chess player was severely pulled back when she was about to hit the tip of her nose to the ground.

"If you don't want to be a dead soul under my bow, you'd better shut your mouth and obediently give me a trial prey." The eyebrows under the silver robe were filled with anger, and she grabbed the chess player's neck. Drank it coldly. She found that even releasing Ouyang Rong didn't make her so angry. If she hadn't been inexperienced in killing people, she might have become a fresh corpse in Fuyao Valley.

"Ahem" the chess player blinked, not at all arrogant before, he nodded lightly, indicating that he is absolutely safe next time, and will not engage in trouble.

The silver-robed woman has a delicate face with melon seeds, except for a hint of unwashed book fragrance, her clear pupils seem to have been washed by a snow mountain ice spring, as clean as a piece of crystal.

The relationship between the two at this moment is extremely close. This is the first time that the chess player has seen the true face of the silver-robed woman. Under the occasional flashing of various wall lights, the crystal-like eyes reflect the brilliance that fascinates him.

For a long time, the woman in the silver robe was taken aback for a while, and when she found the chess player staring at her wretchedly, she quickly pushed it away, raised the bow, and hit the chess player's head with her bow arm.

"An elk in a small area dare to play a hooliganism to this lady." The woman in the silver robe knocked more and more vigorously. Because of the chain, the chess player couldn't escape even if she wanted to run, so she could only be beaten passively.

Ouyang Rong was anxious in the crack on the far side behind the two of them. After seeing the wailing of the chess player being knocked, he immediately showed a helpless look.

"Since the other party is still willing to toss him, it means that it won't hurt his life for the time being." Ouyang Rong took one of the few qi pills, and after violent vomiting, she gently slid down on the side of the ditch and sat on the ground. He breathed out and adjusted the body's functions a little bit. It may be because of the beginner's ingestion of qi, the usual erratic qi, at this moment, Ouyang Rong can perceive their flow.

"One hour is enough." Ouyang Rong muttered to herself. According to Qi Wan's judgment, the Qi in his body was only less than 10%, and he could barely maintain the Yang pulse without igniting it spontaneously. "Brother Qi can hold it for an hour."

Few demon exorcists are willing to work in locations outside of the white city in this world. Not only does it increase the difficulty, but it also prevents the ensuing danger, causing the Qi to fail to keep up with the consumption, and thus lose the power to fight. Ouyang Rong dared to go to the Grey Territory, so naturally he had to rely on it. His final trump card, the state of the master of the Yang veins, is his last resort.

In his eyes, not to mention the woman in the silver robe, as long as he is given enough anger, even the Tyrannosaurus can try to suppress it without injury, but because he has not set foot in the gray area for many years, he is too unfamiliar with this place. Before learning to receive qi, as a man in the world, his dantian qi consumption was almost double that of a gray domain person.

When Ouyang forced himself to calm down and restore his dantian aura, the chess player was not so comfortable. After a violent beating, he could clearly feel the sharp eyes of the silver-robed woman.

"Ahem, it seems that there is still some time to reach the bottom of the valley. Why don't we come and chat." The chess player smiled softly, and for the first time he spoke kindly for what purpose.

"Shut up, if you can use your energy as a hooligan on the road, you can ask for a bit of forgiveness from this lady." The silver-robed woman was unceremonious. The chess player first laughed, and then discovered the problem.

"Wait—" His thought of looking back was completely dispelled by the flash of pain above his head, "Why do I want your forgiveness? Besides, it was originally your fault. This is not your home. Why? We are not allowed to leave."

The silver-robed woman was taken aback for a moment. She actually felt that the chess player had some truth in saying, "Shut up, the elk is not qualified."

"The elk is not qualified, but the prisoner should be qualified." The chess player replied.

"As a prisoner, the elk is also not qualified to ask questions." The silver-robed woman changed her thoughts, and also answered sophistry sophistry.

"Nonsense, a prisoner is a prisoner, and an elk is an elk. How can they be confused."

"The elk is the body, and the prisoner is the identity, how can we not say that they are together."

The chess player is not appearanceist, but when he sees his face under the silver robe, the heart that has been beating steadily for many years seems to be rubbed by an electric current, and a trace of emotion called throbbing rises. Therefore, even if this is not the best scene, He still couldn't help but take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"After so much talk, we don't seem to know how to call each other." While the silver-robed woman was fighting, the chess player suddenly asked: "My name is chess player, what do you call it."

The silver-robed woman was still thinking about how to refute the chess player's previous sophistry, so the moment she heard the question, she blurted out the language without thinking.

"Little girl Mu Qingtong—" After Mu Qingtong spoke, she realized that she had said her real name.

The chess player also laughed dryly, and the scene was no longer as harmonious as before. (End of this chapter)