Demon Sword God

"Satoqi..." Mu Lin didn't know how to express his feelings to Satoqi.

"Go, boy. Say hello to Prophet Eero for me." Sartochi patted Mu Lin on the shoulder and rushed out suddenly. The powerful pressure of fighting spirit attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Taking advantage of the gap when everyone focused their attention on Sartochi, Mu Lin took Qingqing and walked through the woods on one side.

Soon, the agreed destination appeared in the sight of the two of them. In the center of the open grassland, the familiar old figure was already sitting cross-legged there. However, at this time, the Prophet of Aero actually put on a strange black robe.

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Three hundred meters...two hundred meters...one hundred meters...close!

Fifty meters...closer again.

Twenty meters... almost there.

Ten meters away...the Prophet of Elo is right in front of you...

"Hey, that boy, your friend is in my hands." A calm voice suddenly sounded from not far behind Mu Lin.

Mu Lin's footsteps stopped abruptly.

Suddenly he turned around, only to see Master Paka holding Satokki by the neck and lifting him up on the high boulder. Satokki was covered in wounds and had turned into a bloody man.

"Satoqi!" Mu Lin was stunned for a moment, what was going on.

"It's so ridiculous. I thought this was such a strong opponent, but it turned out to be a third-level rookie who was bluffing. He accidentally struck a little harder. Tsk, I thought he was so tough." Paka raised his other hand and patted it.

Patting Sartochy's chest, Sartochy suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Satochi!"

"Don't...leave me alone...go to the old woman."

"What a joke."

"If you tell me to leave me alone, just leave me alone. I'm not dead yet! Ahem..." Sartochy coughed up another pool of blood. Upon seeing this, Master Parka frowned and punched Sartochy in the chest.

ah--

Kakaka——

Several sounds of cracking bones were heard in the air. Mu Lin gritted his teeth and stared into Master Paka's eyes.

"A man comes over here and gives you a chance to count to three, otherwise..." Young Master Paka looked at Mu Lin proudly, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and put the blade against Satoch's neck.

Feeling Satoch's pain, Mu Lin turned around and took a step.

"Brother--" Qingqing suddenly grabbed Mu Lin's arm.

Mu Lin looked back at Qing Qing, at the prophet who was meditating with his eyes closed, and then at Satoch, whose face was covered in blood. Then, Mu Lin gently put his hand on Qing Qing's face, and touched Qing Qing slightly.

The messy hair is pushed to one side.

"sorry……"

"elder brother……"

"Someone has to take responsibility..." Mu Lin smiled mockingly. He originally thought that everything would be over. He originally thought that he had the ability to solve the dilemma in front of him, but...in the end he still had to face what he was least willing to face.

Reality.

"Brother..." Tears flowed down silently down his green cheeks.

Mu Lin put down his hand, turned around and knelt down to Prophet Elo. After kowtowing three times, Mu Lin raised his head with disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, mother-in-law, I don't think I can repay the money I owe you. Although this is very unethical, I still want to owe you more. I know you are capable of saving Qingqing, so I beg you, beg you to

Help me protect Qingqing, although... I really want to become stronger, and I want to study with you and restore my fighting spirit, but..." Mu Lin looked back at Satoch, who had a dull expression.