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　　 "Cross, forget about it, why Jixiu you..."

　　 Yuval originally wanted to say [Why are you making a kid's temper too? ] But the latter half of the sentence is ultimately unspeakable.

　　 "Yuval, we two are best friends, aren't we?" Kisho still didn't look back.

"of course."

　　 "Then you should be able to understand how upset that Donn is, right?" Kisho's eyes stared straight into the poisonous mist.

　　 "Kishiu...?" Yuval didn't understand what his best friend meant at this moment.

　　 "What are you doing...what are you doing?"

　　 Kisiu’s mouth first pulled out a slightly mocking smile. This smile matched his jealous face perfectly. He whispered in his mouth first, and then his tone became more and more serious:

　　 "Silver lizard, that silver lizard. When I was beaten by the old cultist and scrambled, do you know what my mood was like? Unwilling, there is shame, yes, shame."

　　 Kishu pronounced the word [shame] very hard.

"You know? I often have nightmares at night, dreaming of silver lizards, and the lingering and corrupt black aura lingering around him. They grinned and wanted to tear me to pieces... and in the dream I was very courageous. Small and cowardly, only shivering in the corner of the wall."

　　 "...I look down on myself like that."

　　 "That's why I swear in my heart. I absolutely want to avenge the silver lizard, and I must return the shame to the old cultist! So I continue to work hard, redouble my efforts, and try to make myself stronger."

　　 Yuval listened silently, and Clos beside him was also silent, and they didn't interrupt.

　　 As a friend of Ji Xiu, they can see how hard Ji Xiu has practiced after his defeat to the silver lizard.

　　 "But, when I finally became strong enough, I finally had the opportunity to face the silver lizard again. The guy named Donn didn't know where he came out, and then... he executed the silver lizard lightly."

　　 At this point, Ki Xiu's tone has become very ups and downs, and his emotions are fluctuating violently.

　　 "So you can understand how upset the guy Donne is!? What's up... That guy looks very weak, isn't it? Why can he kill the silver lizard!"

　　 "The silver lizard's opponent is obviously me! The person who is tortured by the fear that the old thing brings, and wakes up from the nightmare every night is obviously me! Why is Donne! Why..."

　　 Kisiu panted, his chest rising and falling, clenching his teeth tightly.

　　 "Since I committed suicide and dropped the silver lizard, please come up with the consciousness of becoming my new opponent! Bastard!" Kisoo shouted into the poisonous mist.

"Obviously he is very weak, but he saved Closs and Adele, and now I have to challenge the poison frog alone without my strength! What to say [to do something heroes should do], really laugh It's dead, what are you kidding about! What a hero!"

　　 "But ah...but, if I turn around and run away, if I can't even hold on here, if I can't even maintain the blessings I gave him... Then I lost to him completely, didn't I?"

　　 "This is the only thing I can't accept! Bastard!" Ki-soo exhaled heavily, calmed down his emotions, and then uttered a word in an extremely firm and decisive tone:

　　 "So, as long as I am still alive, I still have a breath. I will not take a step back."

After 　　 Ji Xiu finished speaking, everyone was silent for a long time.

　　 Kross, who was sitting on her knees, condensed her face first, then suddenly laughed, with a brisk tone: "Kishiu, sometimes you still look like a man."

　　 In normal times, if Kloss said something similar to Kisho, it was mostly a mockery among friends, yin and yang.

　　 But at this moment, the priest’s sister’s words came from the heart.

　　 Kisho did not respond to Kross, but just turned around and said to Yuval, "Sorry, Yuval. Perhaps your proposal is the most correct one. Take Master Adele and go."

　　 Yuval remained silent. He looked at Clos who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Kisho who was standing upright. The two men probably said today that they would not retreat.

　　Are these two of my teammates, before they met Dorn, were such impulsive and uncomfortable people?

　　 Leading Adele-sama to retreat first, this may be the most reasonable and sensible choice right now...

　　 Then, the squinting priest sighed and shook his head helplessly.

　　 He took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and chanted in a soft tone:

　　"I believe that every raindrop falls

　　 has a flower growing

　　 I believe that even the darkest night

　　 There are also candles glowing faintly

　　 I believe that everyone who gets lost

　　 someone will give him directions

　　 I believe, I believe..."

　　 Accompanied by Yuval's soft, serenade-like singing, whether it was Clos and Kisho present, or Dorn, who was fighting the bullfrog in the poisonous fog, felt a sense of calmness spontaneously.

　　 At the same time, everyone's mental power has been significantly increased.

　　 Slowly, the thick poisonous fog that filled the sides of the wind gust began to hit the priests from behind.

　　 Kishu, who had received the boost of the singing voice, raised his hand, and another strong wind blew in all directions centered on him.

　　 Jixiu's wind drove against the poisonous fog that came from all directions, forming a safe area with a diameter of about five meters, enveloping the priests.

　　 And outside of this wind area, it was gradually engulfed by a thick poisonous mist.

　　Priests, there is no retreat.

　　...

　　 In the poisonous mist.

　　Dorn is still tirelessly tumbling, chopping and chopping a set of actions.

　　 With almost scraping damage, it consumes the blood of the Boss bullfrog.

　　Dorn heard Ki-soo's high-pitched screams from the periphery of the poisonous mist, but his attention was all focused on the bullfrog, and he didn't hear what Ki-soo was yelling.

　　 Then it didn't take long before he felt the spiritual increase brought by Yuval's poems.

　　 "It seems that my teammates on the periphery are trying their best to cheer me up."

　　Dorn had such a thought in his heart. Encouraged, he rushed forward, and with his [dexterous] physical coordination, he leaped up and hit the bullfrog's right knee with a fierce sword!

　　 Bullfrog blood volume reduced by 103!

　　 This is the highest damage Donne has cut so far!

　　 "I'm afraid this sword is not a crit."

　　 After having such an idea in his heart, Donne landed, UU reading www. uukanshu.com then rolled quickly, and distanced itself from the bullfrog again.

　　 "Moo—Moo—"

　　 The golden air sacs of the Boss bullfrog vigorously agitated, and the eyes above his head stared at Dorn fiercely. The emotion that wanted to devour Dorn was self-evident.

　　 If this bullfrog could speak, he would have greeted Don's genealogy cordially from top to bottom in the most violent words.

　　 Unfortunately, it cannot be said.

　　 As for Dorne, he was obviously unhappy with the bullfrog, but it seemed that he couldn't get rid of him. It was quite useful.

　　 Unlike the three teammates who are still sober from the periphery, but are pessimistic about the battle situation, and even ready to vote together back to the original embrace of the original teammates, Donne's current mentality is still more optimistic.

　　 Even, the more he fought, the better he was, and the more he fought, the more confident he was.

The effect of 　　 toxin is perfectly offset by [parasitic spores], and the bullfrog is still losing blood due to the parasitic effect.

　　 On the other hand, the mycelium is still constantly absorbing the physical strength of the bullfrog to supply Dorn. As long as he is not overspending, even if he repeats the tumbling and slashing actions over and over again, Dorn's stamina is still surplus.

　　At the same time, Don's swordsmanship is mainly concentrated on the bullfrog's right hind leg.

　　 At this moment, the bullfrog’s right hind leg is covered with dense and small wounds, although each wound has a very small impact on the bullfrog.

　　 But as the so-called water drop and stone wear, a certain amount of change will definitely bring about a qualitative change.

　　 The bullfrog's right leg is obviously not as flexible as before, and the actions of this huge behemoth are further becoming slower.

　　 Therefore, although the difference in blood volume between the two sides is still wide, Donne feels that his winning side is getting bigger and bigger.

　　 "Come on. Would you like to be made into a dry pot bullfrog or a flavored bullfrog later?"