The unyielding attitude of the youth startled the four black-robed men. After all, this youth was their young master. The order given by the higher-ups was to bring him back alive. If they brought back his corpse, they feared that they would have to report to the higher-ups.
Just as the four black-robed men were in a dilemma, two blood-red rays of light suddenly appeared, followed by two miserable screams. Two heads that were still covered by the black hoods were thrown into the air, and blood sprayed more than ten feet into the air.
Two green lights shot out from the chest of the black-robed men. However, just as they appeared, their necks were pinched and they fell to the ground. They were the Emerald Magic Birds that were sealed in the bodies of the high-ranking members of the Dark Church.
It wasn't that these two black-robed men didn't have a defensive barrier on their bodies. Rather, the speed and strength of the attackers were too frightening. Their defensive barrier was like a piece of paper. It didn't even block them for a second.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Even the scenery in front of them became blurred. Dry Bones and the other black-robed man seemed to be in a daze as they stared blankly at their companion's headless corpse, which was still strangely standing there. Not far away from them, a black shadow gradually solidified. It was a pitch-black, thick bone armor with purple veins, a blood-red death scythe, and two demonic eyes that flickered with red light.
"Long Two?" The youth muttered.
"Dry Bones, let's retreat … …" The other black-robed man felt the death-like aura of Long Two. In addition to the example of his companion, his calves and stomach trembled. Before he could finish his sentence, he flew up and wanted to escape.
Rustle, a huge purple ghost claw appeared out of thin air and forcibly slapped the black-robed man down.
The black-robed man crawled up in a sorry figure and subconsciously moved towards Dry Bones. However, he didn't notice that the purple ghost claw was summoned by Dry Bones.
"Soul Devourer." Dry Bones shouted. The withered tree-like claw grabbed the space between the eyebrows of the black-robed man.
"Dry Bones, you … …" The black-robed man didn't expect that his companion would attack him. As a result, he wasn't prepared at all. A faint black mist was sucked out from Dry Bones' claw and the sturdy body of the black-robed man gradually withered. Finally, he became a dried corpse and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Longyi and Liuxu's figures flashed and appeared in front of the youth and Withered Bones.
"Ku Gu greets Martial Grand Uncle." When Ku Gu saw Longyi appear, his face was instantly filled with excitement.
Long Yi patted Dry Bones on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, your necromancy has really improved by leaps and bounds."
"It's all thanks to Martial Granduncle's guidance. My body is slowly recovering. Martial Granduncle, thank you. "Dry Bones rolled up his wide sleeves. His skinny arm had already begun to swell, and he believed that as long as he continued to shine on Peter. He continued to cultivate Xiu Ge's Encyclopedia of Magic. It was only a matter of time before his body returned to normal.
Longyi smiled and encouraged him. He then looked at the young man who was staring at him blankly and asked, "What's going on?"
"Replying to martial uncle, this is the young master of our Dark Church. It is the Pope who ordered us to capture him alive." Dry Bones respectfully replied, then raised his head to look at that youth. A hint of killing intent flashed through his sharp eyes. Seething Hand Fighter's killing of his companions had been witnessed by this young master. What if he told the Pope about it? If he went back and told the Pope about it, then his little life would be in danger. However, since Longyi had saved him, perhaps the two of them were old acquaintances. Thus, he didn't act rashly.
"Young Master?" The corners of Longyi's mouth hooked up into a playful smile. He turned his head and looked at the youth with a smile.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before?" The youth stamped his feet, and his voice became sweet and charming. His face distorted like a flower in a mirror. In the next second, he changed from a handsome youth to a blue-eyed beauty. If it wasn't Feng Ling, who could it be?
Feng Ling's beautiful eyes became misty. She bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth and rushed into Longyi's bosom with a burst of fragrant wind.
"My husband, I missed you so much." Feng Ling tightly hugged Longyi's waist. Smelling that familiar smell, her tears finally fell unscrupulously.
In the pouring rain, this pair of lovers who had not seen each other for a long time tightly hugged each other, expressing their longing for each other for many days.
After a long time, Feng Ling came back to her senses and explained everything. As it turned out, the Dark Pope wanted to use Feng Ling to threaten Longyi to go to the Dark Church. Naturally, it was for the same reason as Charles. He wanted to obtain the secret of the spirit tablet. However, it was accidentally heard by Feng Ling. She hurriedly ran out of the Dark Church to look for Longyi and was chased by the people sent by the Dark Pope.
After listening to Feng Ling, Longyi frowned. He raised his head and said to Dry Bones, "Go back and report. Pay attention to the movements of the Dark Church for me. As for your companion … you don't need me to teach you what to say, right?"
"Dry Bones understands. Martial Uncle, please rest assured." Dry Bones bowed to Longyi and turned into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing into the boundless rainy night.
After Dry Bones disappeared, Longyi patted Feng Ling's shoulder and said, "Let's go back to the tent and talk." However, when they turned around, Longyi discovered that Liuxu had already disappeared without a trace.
"This she-T. Rex, she really doesn't give me any face." Longyi muttered and returned to the tent while hugging Feng Ling.
"Young Master … she …" After entering the tent, Liuli who had been waiting all along sat up on the bed. However, when she saw Feng Ling who was beside Longyi, she couldn't help but be startled.
Feng Ling was also sizing up Liu Li with a scrutinizing gaze. Her soft golden hair, sea-blue eyes, and extremely exquisite facial features, coupled with her pure and mysterious aura, caused her to be extremely stunned.
"My husband, where did you swindle such a little beauty from?" Feng Ling retracted her gaze and pinched Longyi's waist in a bad mood.
"Hello, my name is Liuli. I wasn't swindled by Young Master. I am Young Master's maid." Liuli softly smiled and said. However, she was also muttering in her heart, 'How many wives does this Young Master have? Are all of them so beautiful?'
Having heard what was said, Feng Ling rolled her eyes at Longyi. Maid as beautiful as a fairy? Feng Ling understood Longyi very well. However, at that time, when Liuli became Longyi's maid, it seemed that she was forced to do so.
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