Taking a deep breath and calming down, I controlled the six ice wings, letting them float, and then manipulated one of them, carefully rotating it ninety degrees, with the rhombus's sharp corners facing the red b,

It turned into a white light and flashed away.

Everything was completely beyond my expectation. Facing the ice wing attack, Red B didn't even dodge. He looked directly at the ice ray piercing his shoulder without blinking.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the flawless white ice wing was completely submerged. Dark red blood dripped from his shoulders, dyeing the red clothes even darker.

"It's worthy of being left behind by Sir Shirley. It's not bad." He pulled out the ice wing from his shoulder without changing his expression, and Hong B commented with a hint of admiration, as if he was not the one who was stabbed just now.

It's another person.

I was also stunned, not only because of Red B's actions, but also because of the effects caused by the ice wings.

There is no doubt that Ice Wing's ultra-high attack damage of 199-399 is exerted in this way. Otherwise, even if Red B is in running state, without any equipment on his body, and with only basic defense, Ice Wing

You can't hurt him at all.

It turns out that the function of the ice wings is actually this, not as armor, but as a weapon.

I took another look at the attributes of the ice wing, and with a correct understanding, I gained a better understanding of the indestructible attribute attached to the ice wing.

**Knight... What a fool. Is it really worth paying so much for a hopeless fool like me?

Gently caressing the ice wing engraved with her name, my heart felt warm and touching, and I seemed to hear the familiar, kind and charming little wolf's call again in my ears.

Little King Arthur, you have to work hard. I will definitely fully support your ideal land plan, even if it is for no other reason than to see the **Knight again and give her a tap on the head.

Wiping the corners of my eyes, I recovered the six ice wings and reunited them. But this time, they were not placed behind my back, just to accelerate and increase the ice power, but were spread out in the direction of a peacock.

There are three ice wings on each side, floating quietly, the icy wings emitting sharp light, like a peerless sword about to be unsheathed.

That's right, today I'm going to let you guys see the real use of my arithmetic classroom. I, the druid Wu Fan, am the strongest in Gensokyo... ahem, I am the strongest in the Dark Continent.

The ice blue field erupted with the inner cry, like a landslide and tsunami, with unprecedented passion and roar. In an instant, it turned into seven ice dragons with teeth and claws, devouring the world, chasing the red b crazily.

go.

"What a smug guy."

In front of this huge force, surrounded by the thorny world of ice, Red B supported his forehead with his thumb and index finger, and shook his head helplessly.

After a while, the ice and snow dissipated, and there was a body on the earthy yellow ground that fell down in the shape of a large letter, with the back of its head raised high in the sky.

This unscientific.

Why am I still unable to withstand this guy's pair of scimitars even though I have six extra tentacles? No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel right. There must be something wrong, such as God's hamstring touching his brain.

"It's gratifying to understand the correct use of the equipment gifted by Sir Sherry. However, you should go back and practice for a while, at least to be able to control six ice wings from six different directions at the same time.

Six different moves attack the same point, let’s talk about it at its simplest level.”

Clapping his hands, Lanster said this to the corpse on the ground that refused to be resurrected because he refused to accept the cruel facts.

"The time is almost up. Today's training is over." He looked up at the time, put away a pair of scimitars, turned around and left, disappearing from the training ground neatly.

A strong wind that could not be described as desolate and tragic blew by, mixing with the loess in the sky, slowly burying the corpses on the ground...

"Sooner or later, I will teach this bastard a lesson."

Half an hour later, the dense branches and leaves of the crystal tree thousands of meters above the ground were still in the same place as before. While swallowing the little fox's life-threatening delicacy, I swore to little King Arthur and frothy at the mouth.

Fei Fei was so arrogant that he did not forget to dance the chopsticks in his hands high and gesture with his hands and feet, as if he had really stepped on the red b under his feet.

It's really scary. My resilience scares even me. I was so lost just a moment ago that I wanted to crawl into a tree trunk and die for the rest of my life.

"Hmm~~" Little King Arthur responded casually as he casually held a rice dumpling half as big as hers, gnawing listlessly.

What's going on, this guy?

I looked at the little guy with shock on his face.

Unlike her, King Arthur, who is usually full of energy and looks like a child with ADHD, has no energy?

Wait, this guy is not a fake, right? The Four Demon Kings are so evil that they knew that Little King Arthur planned to make me surrender and become her mount, so they pretended to be her and tried to abduct me.

I was deeply shocked by this shocking conspiracy, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was true.

No, you have to verify it.

I put down the chopsticks in my hands, washed my hands, shook them dry, wiped them dry, and turned to face little King Arthur with a solemn look on my face.

First look at the softness.

He stretched out his index finger and gently poked her face, oh oh, this softness...

The damn hell clan has become more and more sophisticated in their craftsmanship in making figures. They can imitate the soft touch of little King Arthur so well that I even want to join them.

Little King Arthur had no reaction to my actions. He was still subconsciously chewing the rice balls one bite at a time. His eyes were divergent. It was obvious that his soul was not here.

Next, the second move, rubbing your face, will definitely expose your identity as a fake.

I carefully picked up the little guy, put it on my face and rubbed it.

Mmmmmmm, this... this smooth and soft rubbing feeling is so similar. Damn it, hún egg. Lord Andariel, please take the little one in. I want to learn to make figures.

There is no way, it's not that this druid is incompetent, but the devil is too cunning, and even at this time he refuses to reveal his identity.

It's you who did this to me, don't blame others for going to hell.

I decided to use the ultimate weapon, and my expression became more solemn. I turned around, picked up the chopsticks and reached for the rice basket. I was frightened and picked up something black with trembling hands and feet.

From the outside, it looks like a sour plum. In fact, judging from the placement of the various dry food dishes inside, it is indeed a sour plum placed by the little fox to appetize the eater before meals.

Mei is correct.

But this is a minefield of common sense, when you think so and let your guard down, thinking that there is no way sour plums can be made that salty.

You are already dead

If other dry food dishes are described as hell cuisine, then this seemingly inconspicuous little sour plum is the Shura Hell in the deepest part of hell. If other dry food dishes are described as salty bombs that explode in the stomach.

, then this sour plum is the atomic bomb.

I can completely remember the moment I threw it into my mouth playfully for the first time, and the memory until one day later seemed to be erased, all gone. I know that the thing that erased the memory must be the subconscious protection of the brain.

My heart trembled, my hands shook, and the sour plum slipped and fell, landing on a leaf.

The leaves of the crystal tree, which were originally bright and full of vitality, immediately turned black and curled up when they came into contact with the sour plum. It seemed that the moisture inside was absorbed in an instant. When I saw this scene, I hugged my face in fear, most of the time.

The soul came out of his mouth.

It's great to be alive.

Picking up the sour plum again, I took advantage of the moment when little King Arthur opened his little mouth and stuffed it inside with quick eyesight. As for the blackened leaf, I also wanted to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces. Well, let the little ghost eat it.

Chew, chew, chew———

I lay down with my whole upper body, staring motionlessly at the bulging cheeks of little King Arthur, watching the sour plum she stuffed into me, chewing it in her mouth, silently counting down the time.

Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds... one second, zero

With a pop, little King Arthur's mouth bulged high, and smoke came out from all his orifices, as if a grenade exploded in her mouth. His little face started to turn red like boiling water starting from his neck, until it spread to his entire head.

.

Instinctively, she dove into the large water basin I used to eat dry food for little foxes, and drank most of the water in the basin.

Of course, after that, I was chased by the tearful and angry little King Arthur, jumping up and down around the Crystal Tree for more than an hour. In addition to the traces left by the red b, there were dozens of red marks on my body.

Small pinhole.

Come on, little King Arthur is going to be Aunt Rong.

"Are you feeling better? I respect the great and lovely King Arthur." Lying on the huge tree trunk like a dead man, little King Arthur was sitting on top of his head, still fuming.

"How can it be good? A stupid mount, an arrogant mount, a whimper." I didn't say it was okay, but as soon as I said it, little King Arthur got angry again, raised the sword of victory and opened it on my head with a few swipes.

several holes.

Oh oh oh, blood... blood is spurting out, and my IQ is hún egg

In addition to the little ghost, there is another IQ killer around me. It's so sad. Could it be because I was too smart in my previous life, so in this life, even a mere mortal-level IQ is not allowed in the world?

"No... I just saw that you seemed to be absent-minded, so..." Under the circumstances, I had no confidence to resist.

"So you put that horrible thing into Ben Ang's mouth?" Little King Arthur's eyes flashed with tears, as if he was recalling the misery of the previous moment. He wiped the wet corners of his eyes and looked at me bitterly and said.

"At that moment... Ben Ang, Ben Ang Kesu suddenly felt that Teacher Merlin was waving to Ben Ang."

"I feel the same way." I nodded seriously.

What method is used to make this kind of sour plum? I suddenly felt that the familiar little fox seemed to have become strange, especially the pair of slippery little hands that could make this kind of sour plum, and the ability to make sour plums.

Mei's tongue and stomach, which she ate as if nothing had happened, seemed so enigmatic.

Maybe it can be used as a suffocating gas agent to throw at monsters?

"Don't put this kind of sympathy on Ben's head." Little King Arthur was still angry and grabbed his hands to pull weeds from my head.

"Didn't we agree that we will share the blessings and the hardships together?" I said aggrievedly.

"You are so verbose and you dare to make excuses for the bad things you do. You are a polite person and an arrogant person." Little King Arthur was speechless for a moment, and then became even more fiercely angry.

Although the price is very serious, but sure enough...such an angry and cute little King Arthur is the guy I know.
Chapter completed!