"Your Highness the Dead. Thank you very much. ”

The dragon boy named Jiu Ye was talking with his last strength. But he couldn't make a sound out of his mouth anymore. These are only because Huang Bingfeng has a lot of experience as a killer to be able to read the meaning he wants to express completely.

Suddenly.

The sound of something hitting the ground spread through the air.

I saw a small and sharp dagger fall to the ground. It looks particularly scary under the reflection of the light.

"For ...... What ..............."

Jiu Ye asked questioningly when he heard the voice.

Why, why, she doesn't kill herself.

"I can't kill you." Huang Bingfeng looked at the dagger that he had thrown away. It seems to say helplessly.

The dead cannot be invincible. She also has some Achilles' heels. And the human physique of Huang Bingfeng magnified these weaknesses many times.

The deceased was the founder of the sorcerer. It uses spells from various ethnic groups that have been handed down since ancient times. Driven by powerful spiritual power. As a result, it becomes an extremely terrifying existence.

And the weakness of the deceased lies in spiritual power. The spiritual power is gone. The dead are just ordinary people.

Figuratively speaking. The spell is the heart of the dead. Spiritual power is the blood of the deceased, and without blood, the heart will not beat. So. Phoenix Bingfeng has reached its limit.

Inherit the throne of the human body with the body. The first page of the Book of Spells is activated with the body of a Terran. Use the Terran's body to absorb the aura to offset the huge aura consumption caused by the spell. All of this was done by Huang Bingfeng with extraordinary perseverance.

Otherwise. How could she only cast one spell. With her 'sex' son. Seven or eight will definitely be issued. Sit and watch how they die, and never fight in close quarters.

She. 's spiritual power has long been used up, and she probably doesn't even have the strength to hold a knife now. I also talked about giving him a relief.

"If it really doesn't work, don't hold on, just 'hand' it over to me."

Ghost Butterfly came from behind at some point. She gently supported the phoenix, who had no aura to speak of.

On the surface. Huang Bingfeng was smiling and standing. But the ghost butterfly had just touched her. She went limp, cold and weak. And the ice-blue 'colored' eyes are half-open and half-closed. I feel like I'm tired.

Fluttershy......

Phoenix Bingfeng shouted the name of the ghost butterfly. Ghost Butterfly nodded slightly. seemed to understand what Huang Bingfeng wanted her to do.

She gently placed the phoenix on the side of the stone. Then he walked over to the dying boy.

Meanwhile. She bent down and picked up the dagger that had fallen from the phoenix on the ground. But. She was picking up the dagger. But there was not a moment of hesitation. It's like you've already planned the rest of the story.

She was very close to the boy, and her beautiful obsidian eyes were invaded by the red 'color' at this time, and the red 'color' under the bandage seemed to be faintly 'exposed'.

The dagger in her hand looked like it was about to swing. It looks very powerful.

"What Bing Feng can't complete, it's up to me to complete it."

(Whew.) The ghost butterfly is the male protagonist. Real male protagonist. How gentle and considerate. ）。