Xia Zuo said restrainedly: "This is not the place to talk."

The black-haired prophet nodded, spread his wings considerately, and with a light wave, he rose into the air like flowing clouds and water.

Xia Zuo, who can't fly, can only follow by land.

Back in the central temple, Christine folded her wings and placed her hands on the wall, which then opened to the sides, forming the shape of a door.

He was so upright that Xia Zuo didn't think much about it. His mind was full of questions, and a fatal sense of crisis kept clamoring in his mind. He had no extra energy to observe anything that was wrong or anything that was a little familiar.

"This place should be sealed well enough." The black-haired prophet explained kindly, "I have collected some rare minerals. The Crest family has a secret method of using them to help themselves."

Xia Zuo paused slightly.

...Damn it, why did his fighting instinct fail when he met Christine? He should have thought of it earlier that no matter what, he should not come to the opponent's home court.

Especially when the warning is clamoring frantically, vaguely reminding the other party of the danger.

"I just want to ask a question...Christine." Xia Zuo closed his eyes: "Tell me the truth, what kind of existence is Caesar in the Crest Family?"

The black-haired prophet calmly replied, "The same being as me. He is the Agent, Freeman."

Xia Zuo seemed not to realize that he had asked a stupid question, nor could he hear the helplessness and confusion in the black-haired prophet's words. Instead, he continued, "But there can only be one agent, right? Do you know why he left Crest in the first place, Christine?"

The gentleness in the black-haired prophet's temperament dissipated a little.

But Xia Zuo inexplicably felt that the person in front of him should be rational. His gentle appearance, with a little bit of fakeness in the illusion of reality, was simply terrifying.

At this moment, his voice was almost cold.

"People always have to save themselves. Even if they want to die."

The brown-haired boy's pupils suddenly shrank.

He raised his head suddenly, looking at the expressionless Christine in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly uncontrollably: "What did you say...? Save yourself? What on earth did you do to him?!"

The next moment, a fist filled with anger was swung out.

But the black-haired prophet did not hide.

He just stood there, not moving at all, even the expression on his face was as if it was drawn, with no change at all.

——The brown-haired boy’s fist finally stopped there.

The wind from the fist lifted up Christine's hair, but did not hurt him at all.

A creaking sound continued to come from the fists that were clenched and clenched again.

The brown-haired boy almost gnashed his teeth as he spoke word by word: "Don't lie to me, Kristen. Do these things have anything to do with you?"

The black-haired prophet said calmly, stating the facts:

"have."

The moment he finished speaking, Xia Zuo's attack came towards him without holding back.

The black-haired prophet just dodged and didn't seem to fight back, but Xia Zuo knew that Christine could borrow the power of faith. He remained calm and most likely was accumulating power for some ability.

We must...quickly resolve the situation!

Xia Zuo's anger and fighting spirit were rising. He didn't know how to treat Christine, but at this moment he just wanted to vent his frustration and anger.

[God's Blessing-Open! ]

In an instant, the brown-haired boy's attack became more fierce. Christine flapped her wings lightly and jumped out of the window like a flying swallow, reaching high into the sky.

At this moment, according to the orders he had issued long ago, there was no one in the area, and there were extremely high walls outside, so there was no need to worry about anyone seeing the battle scene.

Xia Zuo did not give the black-haired prophet any chance to breathe. He pushed the ground with his toes and suddenly jumped up, attacking one after another. But when his fist was about to touch the black-haired prophet's face again, he suddenly changed his mind and changed his punch to a grab -

At the same time, the secret moves he had created through practice in battle allowed him to pile up layer upon layer of hidden wounds into his opponent's body.

Once Christine is completely airborne, he will be completely passive.

What he had to do was to leave Christine no room to fight back!

The moment Christine revealed her true face——

That's when he was defeated!

The black-haired prophet, who had been dodging attacks as if he was strolling in the garden, finally felt the power of the hidden wound planted by Xia Zuo. His calm footwork and flapping six wings suddenly came to a halt. At the same time, Xia Zuo's hand, mixed with strong wind, also reached his forehead.

Under these multiple influences, the black-haired prophet finally could no longer maintain his balance.

He leaned back uncontrollably.

Xia Zuo also grabbed the blindfold that could conceal his breath and blur his face.

——The next moment.

An extremely handsome and familiar face with eyes closed appeared in his sight.

Her waist-length black hair was lifted up.

The black-haired boy's wings disappeared and fell off bit by bit, and the white feathers flew everywhere.

He is falling.

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Cesar: Artificial wings are fragile, please handle them with care.