Stray

    The other party's breath squirted in his ear, and Nemo got goosebumps all over. He subconsciously wanted to make a move, but he was afraid that the shadow would really stab the person in front of him to death. So he had to take a compromise - Nemo gritted his teeth and threw an unceremonious straight punch.

    Jessie tilted her head and deftly avoided the unskilled fist.

    "Don't be so shy." He showed a look of grievance, "I'm helping you—"

    Nemo didn't bother to say more, he tried to get up and get away from this inexplicable person.

    "You're just bound by your perception," Jesse didn't mind the cold reception she got. He put his right arm on the tree trunk to stop Nemo, and continued happily. This time he raised his voice slightly. "As long as you think you're an ordinary person, that power is suppressed—how about relaxing once in a while? Like trying to deny that you're an ordinary person," he licked the corners of his lips, "...or try to deny that you're a human?"

    "If I remember correctly, I haven't used a spell in front of you a few times." Nemo took a deep breath, trying to sound as cool as possible. "So where did you come to this conclusion, Mr. Dylan?"

    "Secret." Jesse shrugged, "But that advice is sincere, you can't—"

    Before the words were finished, Jesse moved back unnaturally, and Nemo blinked - Adrian didn't know when he woke up, and now he was dragging Jesse the back collar, dragging him away from Nemo.

    Nimo didn't miss this opportunity, he moved quickly to Oliver's side. Even though Oliver was still soundly asleep, the two of them were still a little bit like the enemy when they got together.

    "I understand." Ann put the fruit in her hand aside and didn't eat it. "Maybe this guy is here to poach."

    "Poaching?" Nemo glanced at Oliver and asked with his mouth.

    "Yes. I've been in this business for a long time, and it's basically known outside that I like to go alone. Cross is a complete trouble now, and Oliver's power... If you want to dig Oliver, come It wouldn't be such an unfortunate thing."

    Nimo couldn't help but glanced at her with a little sadness.

    "Devil believers and demon warlocks generally have their own circles, and they usually don't mix with ordinary people." Adrian loosened Jesse's collar and added in a low voice. He looked more refreshed than he was before the nap. "Mr. Wright is indeed an outlier."

    "Maybe I'm over-hearted, but you seem to be implying something." Jesse said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm definitely not a demon believer, how can there be a demon believer without demons? As for demons Warlock... Well, this is really hard to prove." He scratched his chin, "Ah yes, I'm not alienated! I don't mind stripping off to prove my innocence - oh, ma'am, forget it - the Holy See, do you want to check it out? I really don't mind."

    Adrian thought for a while: "Okay, take it off."

    "...You are really not very particular!" Jesse clasped his arms instantly, "Of course not here, the field is too bold in the daytime, and I will be embarrassed. Maybe I wait until Vincent Zhen, you can come to my room—" He dragged the end, with a hint of ambiguity in his tone.

    Adrian turned and left.

    "You didn't deny what I said earlier." An hummed softly from his nose, "Want to dig our mage? Give up, the head of the regiment won't let him go."

    "I didn't want to go either," Nemo muttered. The sleeping Oliver tilted his head and put the pillow on his left shoulder. Soft light brown hair fell over his shoulders, looking very soft. Nemo couldn't help but touch a couple of them—it felt really good.

    "Perhaps they dug me in the name of taking this kid away!" The grey parrot sighed with longing, "I'm fine, take me away, I'm already here Enough-"

    "Of course!" Jesse opened her arms, "...I'm not admitting that I want to poach someone, but who would reject such a smart and cute bird?"

    The grey parrot made a strange noise, and Nemo suspected it was about to cry. It seems to have completely forgotten who was yelling at Jesse Dylan last night.

    "Baggarmoru." He said carefully, "Do you remember what you are?"

    Bagelmoru turned his head and pointed his **** at him, obviously not intending to answer the question.

    "If I really succeeded in taking someone away from you, it must be the power of true love." The blond young man said emotionally, maintaining his slightly open arms. "Before this, I was just a weak and harmless companion."

    Nimo completely ignored him, but Jesse Dillon's words lingered in his mind. He stretched out his right hand and tried his best to let go of his energy, and the purple-black light ball slowly condensed in his palm. He controlled the spell carefully, and it felt like a drop of water sliding on a lotus leaf. Just as he thought he had stabilized it, it slid away from under his nose again.

    No need for a spell.

    It's better to say that he doesn't even know what kind of spell it is. After using it a few times, Bagelmoru made a similar one. The devil knows if the damage effect is the same. - Nemo sighed, the ball of light dissipated instantly, he didn't intend to do such an immoral experiment in such a quiet occasion.

    I don't know if it's because Nemo's movements are a little bigger. Oliver's breathing quickened, he frowned, opened his eyes, and looked around sleepily. Nemo looked at him in silence for a moment, and found that the tip of the other's ear was a little red.

    "Oli, would you like some water?" Nemo was a little worried, he grabbed Oliver and pressed his forehead against Oliver's forehead. "Your body temperature is a little high, don't be heatstroke."

    "He didn't." Ann sounded like she was holding back her laughter, "...don't mind him."

    Oliver made a block of ice with a spell silently, and began to chew the ice with a very complicated expression.

    "Oh—that's what happened." Jesse, who was finally quiet for a while, opened his mouth again. "It's a pity that I lost two opportunities."

    "You don't have a chance in the first place."

    "Really? But I think... oops." He changed the subject, "Did you smell it?"

    Ann stood up alertly, and Adrian also took down the longbow on his back. Oliver drew his sword quickly this time, but looked a little confused. Nemo sniffed, and there was a strange, fishy sweetness in the air.

    "Scorpion wolf pack." Adrian frowned, "But it's still daytime."

    "There is a problem." Ann glanced at Jesse, who raised his hands and looked innocent.

    The wolves came very fast, they were specially dispersed into several teams, and they surrounded the five people tightly. Scorpion-tailed wolves are larger than ordinary wolves. They are hairless, with bare red and wrinkled skin, and a scorpion-like organ in the place where the tail should be. The tip of the spines is a bit too bright blue - poisonous at a glance.

    Ann put away the spear.

    "That's a good amount." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Cross, aren't you going to teach Oliver to use the sword? This is a good opportunity."

    Several manticores approaching them lowered their bodies. They pressed their sharp claws into the soil, their milky white eyes locked Ann's movements, and a sticky, unpleasant growl came out of their throats. Adrian carefully carried the longbow back. He frowned, as if planning to say something, but Oliver spoke first.

    "The manticore will only hurt people when they feel threatened." Oliver sounded hesitant, "They are particularly afraid of sunlight, and will never be active during the day unless absolutely necessary. …”

    "What did we do to terrify them—they think it's useless to run away and have to fight to the death?" Nemo added in an unpleasant whisper, irritated by the conjecture.

    "They're scared." Oliver put his sword down. "Mr. Cross, I really want to learn fighting skills, but can you wait a moment?"

    "Why should you care about the reasons?" Jesse shrugged. "Look, whether it was appetite or fear, these ugly things moved first—what are you waiting for?"

    After saying that, he simply threw out the dagger and directly slit the throat of a manticore. Purple blood spurted out. The wolf pack stirred for a moment, and the low roar became louder.

    Jesse magically summoned a few more daggers, and he seemed to be in a very happy mood with the small and thin daggers between his fingers. And just when he was about to throw the second one, his wrist was grabbed by another thin, white hand.

    "Our leader is Ollie." Nemo squeezed Jesse's right wrist, "not you."

    "His indecision will kill you." Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a matter of course to hunt monsters?"

    "He said that because he was able to defend himself." Nemo increased his strength, "...Fear is not a capital crime."

    "My God, you can't be so loving that even a manticore-"

    "I don't care about the wolves," Nemo said softly. "I don't think there's anything wrong with what you're doing, but you'd better figure it out—you're not entitled to ask us to follow your ideas."

    He turned his gaze to Oliver.

    Oliver did not pay attention to the movement here. He cautiously took two steps back, lowered his body, and inserted his silver sword into the soil. Opposite him was the Alpha Wolf—the largest of the scorpion-tailed wolves, with nearly the entire articulated tail streaked with an uncomfortably bright blue. It wrinkled its nose, almost all of its sharp teeth were exposed, and a low growl mixed with saliva leaked from the gap between the teeth.

    Oliver looked back a few times and seemed to circle with his eyes. Nemo was familiar with the movement, estimating the location of the ice shield—then Oliver turned his head, drawing the intricate circles in the air.

    "We have no malice." His fingers left pale green traces in the air, and the flickering frequency of the magic circle was like the beating of a heart. "...don't be afraid," he said softly.

    The Alpha Wolf looked at him suspiciously, still baring his teeth, but his low growl was much smaller. Its milky white iris and the whites of the eyes are not too far apart, only the black vertical pupils are embedded in the eyeballs. Its tail hangs down a bit.

    Oliver removed his other hand from the hilt. The circle was complete, and there was a reassuring light in the air.

    "Don't be afraid," he repeated.

    The Alpha Wolf retracted his teeth. It stuck out its tongue and licked its nose, sniffing the air suspiciously.

    "Come." Oliver held out his hands.

    “…was he touching it?” Jesse exclaimed, “My God, doesn’t he feel sick?”

    "How should I put it, I think it should feel better than you." Nemo said quietly, releasing his hand on Jesse's wrist.

    Headwolf grunted a few times, but did not resist Oliver's stroking. It narrowed its eyes and even twitched its ugly tail. The scorpion-tailed wolves gradually dispersed - they passed by the five, burrowed into the bushes and shadows, and soon disappeared.

    "The Ballad of the Forest." An muttered, "There are still people who use this stuff these days."

    "The Ballad of the Forest?"

    "Well, you can show your emotions to a life that doesn't understand the language. But it's so useless, it usually takes enough time for the opponent to bite your head off ten times - Oliver's speed... Only the magic of the two of you can withstand that kind of waste." Ann curled her lips uncomfortably, "Generally, people prefer to use this against the animals in the cage."

    "Isn't that nice?" Oliver clapped his hands and retracted the sword into its scabbard. "It's better to be clear than to do it—they don't want to eat us, and we don't plan to eat them."

    "Hmm, I admit it. The scorpion wolf's poison is really troublesome to deal with, and it's best if no one gets hurt." Ann put away her weapon, "It seems that Cross can only teach you to hack and slash. air."

    Jesse put away the dagger in disappointment, then put his signature smile on his face again.

    No one noticed the torn fabric on his calf. When the wolf hunter was retreating, one of the wolves that flew past gave him a severe blow—the skin under the clothing quickly changed from bruising to pitch black, and then quickly returned to a healthy white.

    "Indeed, it's best that no one gets hurt." Jesse Dillon smiled and spread his hands. "You are absolutely right!"

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