You're Lazy, Dracula

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl looked at Hawk without giving in, and said:

"Is Dior's secret treasure so attractive? Hawke, maybe getting the secret treasure will not do you any good. Instead, it will just let your people lose their lives for nothing."

"Hehe, maybe what you said is not wrong, Dior's secret treasure is of no benefit to our strength improvement."

Wandering Knight Hawk made a hoarse, greedy voice like a jackal.

"But I know that on the Continent of Europa, there are some masters who are willing to pay a lot of money to buy the relics left by the Lord of Darkness, even if it's just for their bragging rights."

"Then there's nothing more to say."

The silver-haired girl showed her hands covered with throwing knives.

"There is really nothing to say! Go to hell, idiot!"

A furious roar sounded from behind, and the troll in Hawke's team appeared behind her at some point. The troll held a thick stick that was comparable to a big tree, and stood towards the girl. The fallen tree trunk smashed hard.

boom!

The tree trunk was broken by the huge force, but the girl turned over and appeared in mid-air, with silver light in her hand, and the troll's eyes were instantly pierced through by the flying knife.

It covered its eyes and swept the surrounding ground angrily, making it difficult to pose a threat to the girl, but the wandering knight Hawke's team was not just a stupid troll, dozens of fighters, armed with various weapons, surrounded the group of silver-haired girls in the center.

"what should we do?"

Looking at the fierce battle scene not far away, Nangong Nayue sat in Dracula's arms and asked him silently.

"Let's watch the show, I'm too lazy to mess around with these things anyway."

Dracula replied lazily, and tightened his hands around Nayue's waist by the way.

The two were still sitting in that half of the carriage. After being split by the big sword, the two of them didn't move, and Hawke and the others were also attracted by the girl with the title of "Ripper". They didn't move at all. Thinking of the damaged carriage, there were still two guys watching the theater.

"Oh yes, Mr. Coachman."

Dracula suddenly remembered something, stopped the driver who was hiding on the ground next to the carriage carriage, looked at the trembling carriage driver with horrified eyes at the battle that had already surpassed the scope of human beings, and threw the coin at him. on the palm of your hand.

"Here is your reward, and the money for the carriage. Go back and buy another one. By the way, please express my apologies to the boss."

"Thank you, good sir."

The coachman took the money and asked hesitantly:

"Aren't the master and madam leaving yet? It's dangerous here."

"It's okay, you go back first, this place is really dangerous for you."

As Dracula said, the world reappeared, and he stretched out his two fingers to catch an arrow flying from the direction of the battlefield.

"By the way, please tell us the exact location of your destination before you leave."

The driver of the carriage looked at the arrow that was only a short distance away from the tip of his nose, and nodded hurriedly.

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After the driver of the carriage told the exact location of the forest where the witch was and left, Dracula looked at the silver-haired girl who was fighting fiercely with the wandering knight's mercenary group, and finally there was a faint look in his eyes. The light, at any rate, I am willing to look at it with my eyes.

His eyes followed the causal relationship between the silver-haired girl and the world, and saw her past and future. Then he retracted his gaze, blinked, and said to Nangong Nayue:

"Shall we go now, or should we sit a little longer?"

Nangong looked at the battlefield where the fierce confrontation was taking place that month, and asked him:

"It's rare to see the daughter of an old friend, don't you want to help me a little bit? Even if she has the ability to stop time, her physical strength has its limit, right?"

"No, she doesn't need it. There will be danger this time, but she won't die."

Dracula gently placed Nangong Nayue on the ground, and then replied:

"Besides, if I save her now, she may still complain about me in the future, so it's better to let her go, because there is a karmic relationship."

"Well, I found that your excuses for being lazy are getting more and more high-end. Is it an illusion?"

Nangong touched his chin with a folding fan that month, and continued:

"Then let's take a step first, and I don't really want to go with a little girl with a cold face along the way."

Degu stretched out his hand and summoned the Shenwei wheel, which he hadn't used for a long time. Since he got this treasure for the army, he basically either used it as a means of transportation or threw it in the space to eat ashes. , I haven't even bumped into a few people, and I don't know how Iskandar feels when he finds out.

The two climbed into the chariot, and then bypassed the battlefield from the side of the cliff amidst the rolling thunder. Hearing the sound of thunder and lightning, the two sides that were fighting were also temporarily separated. They were alert to each other and looked at Degu in mid-air La and Nangong Nayue.

"Good-bye guys, have a good fight. Well, maybe I should say goodbye to the gentlemen here?"

Dracula drove the majestic chariot over the cliff next to the battlefield, and waved to the people over there:

"As for this lady, um, I'm sorry about your mother's affairs, but people always look forward. You will soon meet someone who makes you look forward. Take care of yourself."

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ps: Living with [-] words a day is so tiring...by the way, do you want to see Jian Niang in the next volume?

23. The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind

After Dracula and Nangong left that month, the fierce battle started again.

The team of the girl and the wandering knight Hawke have been fighting for a long time, and they are exhausted from each other, and Hawke has also lost a lot of people.But although the core members of the team were all wounded, they were all tenaciously alive, and the girl had no good way to kill these people without paying a certain price.

On the side of the wandering knight Hawke, there is also an obvious retreat. Although Hawke, the strongest in the team, is still holding a big sword in a fighting posture, his sword holding method has changed from the original two-handed sword blade. Going up, it turned into two hands leaning on the sword and the blade going down, obviously very tired.