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Unmistakably, his name should be Eliot Woodman - the founder of the later 'Ratastock'!

"Get back!"

Seeing that Yawei didn't move, Mio thought he was trying to be brave, so she stepped forward to protect him.

"Mio!"

"It doesn't matter, I won't kill him...!"

Saying that, Mio stared at the man.

But the tension didn't last long, because the man put his hand on his forehead and let out a big breath.

"Hey, no, why did you come to me!"

Then, he spoke to this side in fluent Japanese.

"Eh……"

Yawei and Mio were stunned by the unexpected response, and then the man continued in a calm voice.

"Mio, is that the child's name?"

"Ah, I took it."

"Well, that's a nice name."

The man— Elliott said so, and turned his gaze to Mio.

"Now, are you—happy now?"

"At least, I don't have the habit of being happy when being chased by hostile people."

"No, it's not about that, I mean do you want to be with him?"

"..."

Although Mio was staring at the man relentlessly, she still nodded lightly.

"That's it."

Elliot said with a big breath, and then pointed to the other side with a thumbs up.

"You - let's go."

"what?"

Mio's eyes widened at the unexpected words. For a moment, she thought it was the other party's trick to make her relax her vigilance, but she didn't feel the slightest hostility from him.

Not only that - Elliott shrugged exaggeratedly, put his hand on his forehead, then his eyes became sharp, and he kicked his feet to the ground.

He turned sharply, and with the palm of his hand slammed into the hearts of his pursuers.

"Kha...!?"

"Mr. Woodman, what are you doing...!"

The pursuers made painful noises and fell to the ground, while the man named Woodman scratched his head as if he was troublesome, and then urged again.

"Let's go, that kid—I'll leave Mio to you, kid."

Who's the boy?

Yawei stared at Elliot speechlessly, if it wasn't for 'Ratastock' and Kotori's sake, you would have already been killed by now.

But having said that, did Elliot decide to betray at this time?

Although he thought so in his heart, Yahweh did not show it.

It's a good thing to have less trouble, after all, every time he makes a shot, this timeline's rejection of him will increase by one point.

So, just like that, Yawei took Mio's hand and left here.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long before Yawei had to stop again.

In the next instant, a dry sound of "Boom!" was heard, and sparks shot out from where Yawei and Mio were right in front of them.

Then, as if in coordination with this movement, several pursuers with guns appeared from the alley ahead.

And at the end of them - a particularly conspicuous man stepped forward.

It was a tall man in his early twenties, characterized by dull silver hair and rusty eyes.

Although his expression and demeanor were gentle, he couldn't hide the strange atmosphere emanating from his body.

"Long time no see, Elf, I really want to see you."

"..."

Mio showed an unhappy expression, but the man didn't care, and turned his gaze to Yawei.

"It's the first time meeting the boy over there, thank you very much for protecting our elf.

Thank you very much, of course, we have prepared corresponding gifts in return. "

The man said this with a faint smile, Yawei's expression suddenly became menacing when he heard the words like treating a pet.

"Hehe, no matter what time you are, you are so annoying, Isaac Westcott."

"Varied……!?"

Westcott couldn't help being a little bit astonished when Yawei called out his name.

This is also a matter of course, because Westcott can be sure that he has never seen this boy.

"you know me?"

Westcott frowned and asked this question, and his intuition told him that the boy's familiarity mixed with disgust did not seem to be deceiving.

"Yeah, not only do I know you, but in the future—"

Yawei smiled, without any emotion in his eyes, and continued: "I even killed you with my own hands!"

"...Is that so...haha, hahahahahahaha!" The man laughed out of nowhere.

"In the future, kill me, do you think I will believe this kind of nonsense?!"

You know, Westcott created the Siyuan Spirit not long ago, and it was when he was most full of will.

What's more, in his opinion, as long as he captures the elf, he can have the other party's power far surpassing that of human beings. How can he believe that someone will be able to kill him in the future?

However, I don't know if it's an illusion, but Westcott's intuition, which is different from ordinary people, actually tried to convince himself of this possibility.

So for a moment, Westcott suddenly had a killing intent towards the boy in front of him!

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Chapter Ten Worst Timing

"Ah……"

Yawei sneered, and looked at the Westcott people in front of him with disdain.

He doesn't even look down on the opponent who will gain the power of the spirit in the future, let alone Westcott, who is just an ordinary person... barely a magician.

Yawei narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the next second, a holy light swept past.

"not good!"

A sense of crisis climbed up his back, making Westcott's heart feel cold, and he subconsciously fell to the ground and rolled over.

Immediately afterwards, when he got up again, he found that all his subordinates had been cut off by lazy waist!

"This, this is..."

Westcott's eyes widened in disbelief, did this boy get the power of the Siyuan Spirit one step ahead of himself?

Damn, this thief who stole other people's achievements!

The raging rage almost destroyed Westcott's sanity, and it was only natural.

No one would believe that a mere human could possess this level of power, so the reason why the other party could do all this could only be because of what they got from the Siyuan elves.

"asshole!"

Westcott raised the large-caliber gun in his hand, continuously pouring bullets as if venting.

However, under Yawei's indifferent eyes, these bullets all seemed to be affected by invisible forces, stagnating in the mid-air not far from the two of them.

However, at this moment, Yawei's expression suddenly changed, and his complexion also became slightly ugly.

"How come, at such a time..."

That's right, at this moment, Yawei felt as if he was stuck in a swamp, and he felt a strong pulling sensation all over his body.

He knew that this should be because the power of the 'Twelve Bullets' had been exhausted... No, it might not be accurate to say that.

In fact, the effect of the "Twelve Bullet" has long been exhausted, but Yawei has resisted the backlash of time with its own strength, and stayed in the era 30 years ago for several days.

But even so, this is almost the limit of Yawei. If it continues to hold on, it may cause some unpredictable disturbances to the timeline.

"Tsk, I just picked the worst time!"

Yawei sighed helplessly, stopped the distribution of power, and in the next second, the bullets that had been stagnant came galloping again.

However, he didn't care about the bullet behind him at all, he let it hit his body, then turned around and pulled Mio's arm, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

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In a lonely alley somewhere in Nihong, a white holy light flashed past, and then, two figures appeared out of nowhere—it was Yawei and Mio.

According to the former's deduction, this is an area that has already been investigated, and the possibility of exposure will be greatly reduced, at least it can be delayed until Mio recovers her spiritual power.

however--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Wails ruled the world.

The tears were pouring down, and the sound of mourning or screaming kept coming out of his mouth.

But these things are not enough to describe even the tip of the iceberg of Mio's endless sadness.

And there is only one reason for Mio to behave like this, that is, the body of Yawei, who was holding her hand, is slowly turning into light particles and disappearing...

Mio's consciousness was then dominated by anger, sadness, and confusion, and the strong emotions even allowed her spiritual power to break through the suppression of the inhibitor.