Agares stepped forward, then abruptly stopped, gazing at the man before him—black hair, black eyes, a height comparable to his own, his face and neck covered in ancient, intricate patterns: "You are her blade, that bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty hunt!"

The patterns on his face and neck are exactly the same as the patterns on the blade of that knife, and he came out of Jiang Jiang's body.

Beside her, besides Yan Liu, was the knife. He thought Yan Liu would transform into a human first, but unexpectedly, the knife transformed into a human first.

The man retorted, "Since you already know, why ask again? Just stay away from the master!"

How could Agares leave his wife? "She's entered a state of death hibernation. How long will it take for her to wake up?"

The wrinkles on the man's face became faintly visible, and his cold, metallic voice carried a chilling tone: "I don't know, perhaps three to five days, perhaps thirty to fifty years, perhaps 3,000 years!"

Agares was suddenly jolted. 3,000 years? If it were 3,000 years, he wouldn't even be a corpse anymore, not even ashes. How could he wait for his little wife?

"Stay away from her." The man took a step forward, his footsteps silent, closing in on Agares: "Don't bother her, or she'll never wake up."

Upon hearing that she would never wake up, Agares retreated in terror. After he retreated, the man turned around, and the patterns on his face were no longer faintly visible, but rather as if welded to his face, filled with hardness and wildness.

A thin willow twig, as fine as silk, climbed up the man's fingertips, up his arm, and around his neck. The red willow twig, with its ancient and intricate patterns, created a striking visual impact on the man.

The ginger egg, embedded in the wall, twisted its body and used all its strength to finally emerge from the wall. This time, instead of darting into the willows, it crawled into the man's body.

The man turned around, reached out and poked the ginger eggshell.

Ginger Egg is unable to move forward an inch!

What's going on?

What's going on?

How can this knife be so powerful?

Didn't we get along quite well when we didn't have mouths?

Why is he so heartless now that he's grown a mouth?

lousy knife!

The man poked at Jiang Dandan with his hand, pushing her forward slightly, his voice cool and menacing: "You greasy egg, get away from me, or I'll smash you!"

Jiang Dandan: "??????"

Oily eggs?

Oily eggs?

Make it clear who the greasy egg is?

Where is it oily?

What's so cloying about it?

It is the cutest, most majestic, and most powerful dragon egg in the entire Abel Galaxy.

How did it turn into a greasy egg?

This stinky knife is slandering.

Don't think that just because it doesn't have a mouth, it can be insulted like this.

That's infuriating!

Jiang Dandan wanted to retaliate, but the man anticipated it and slapped her hand away.

With a loud crash, Jiang Dandan was slammed to the ground, breaking through the floorboards and falling to the next level.

Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"

Agares: "!!!!"

After patting Jiang Dandan, the man flicked his hand, clasped his hands together, stood straight in front of the bed, looking exactly like his true self standing in front of the bed, exuding a strong sense of bloodlust, murderous intent, and sharpness.

Agares' gaze passed over the man and landed on the bed, which was already covered in smoke and willow branches. His little wife was enveloped in smoke and willow branches, like a silkworm cocoon, with not a trace of her body visible.

He looked at her. He didn't understand her. He was powerless. He couldn't even compare to anything around her. The Spirit Eye was right. He was able to marry her and be with her entirely because he had no fertility value. She had no acquaintances in this strange world, so she was just lazing around like a salted fish.

A 5,000-year gap, 5,000 years of time, the smoke and clouds that fell into his arms were pushed away by his own hands, and he destroyed them with his own hands, unable to hold on to them anymore.

"The aura of a hunter!" Lingyan grabbed Aying, who was channeling his spiritual energy into him, and his handsome, ethereal face turned solemn.

Ah Ying was startled: "Who is the hunter?"

"A knife, a knife that has devoured countless masters, drunk countless blood, and been forged with countless souls as sacrifices." Lingyan released his grip on Aying's wrist, rubbing it gently, afraid that his force might have hurt it.

Aying frowned: "The knife you're talking about, is it the one we saw on Hundred Fruit Star?"

Lingyan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, that's the one. Its aura is different now. Could it be that something happened to its master?"

Ah Ying hurriedly stood up: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look."

The Spirit Eye reached out and stopped him: "I'll go check. You go to the plant pod and tell the other trees and companion spirits not to leave the plant pod."

Ah Ying trusted him unconditionally, and whatever he said went: "Okay, I'll go right now!"

After they finished speaking, the two parted ways.

One ran towards the direction of the master's room, while the other ran towards the plant pod.

Lingyan rushed all the way to the room where Jiang Si was. Before he even went in, he felt a huge killing intent and a frenzied aura as soon as he reached the door.

He is a tree, and his spiritual power is plant-based. He is extremely sensitive to these auras, and he is decaying internally and his life is nearing its end. The aura of the hunt is a forceful suppression for him.

He endured his physical discomfort, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Agares turned his head when he heard the voice and saw the pale face of the spirit eye. He rushed over and channeled his spiritual energy into him. He was the tree that his wife cared about, and he couldn't let anything happen to him.

The Spirit Eye swayed and shook its head at him: "Marshal Agares, your mental power is not very effective against me, don't waste your energy."

Agares frowned and retreated to his original position. Jiang Dandan crawled up from the lower level, mischievously wanting to join Yanliu and Tangdao in the great cause of saving his aunt.

Lingyan swayed, taking heavy steps, and looked at the man standing by the bed, exuding immense strength and killing intent like a sharp weapon. Her eyes were moist: "Hunter, are you an adult now?"

The hunter stared at the silver-haired, green-robed man before him, his nose twitching slightly: "Ginkgo Tree, you are the ginkgo tree that stole my master's blood!"

Lingyan's lips twitched into a faint smile: "Yes, it's me!"

His gaze was piercing, his words icy cold: "You're going to die!"

Lingyan's smile froze. Faced with his directness, she didn't hide anything: "Yes, I'm going to die!"

The hunter didn't waste any words: "You don't want to die!"

The spirit eye walked up to him: "I don't want to die, but I can't escape time."

The hunter looked at him and said, "Your master's blood is of use to you."

Lingyan shook his head, his moist eyes filled with sorrow and fearlessness of death: "I have lived for 10,000 years. My master's blood is only temporarily useful to me. It cannot cure my inner decay or prolong my life."

"Letting her drink my blood will only slow down my death, but it will cause her great harm. I don't want to see that, and I don't want to think about it anymore."

The hunter's dark eyes flashed, and he grabbed the spirit eye with lightning speed, throwing him onto the bed. "Since your master can't cure your decay or prolong your life, you will die and go into hibernation with your master!"