Chapter 74
Xia Zuo said restrainedly: "This is not the place to talk."
The black-haired prophet nodded, spread his wings understandingly, 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 split open to form 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, leaving him no extra energy to observe anything wrong or anything that seemed a little familiar.
"This place should be well sealed," the black-haired prophet explained patiently. "I've collected some rare minerals, and the Crest family has a secret method of using them to aid them."
Xia Zuo paused slightly.
...Damn it, it's like his fighting instinct failed when he met Christine. He should have thought 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 does Caesar have in the Crest Family?"
The black-haired prophet calmly replied, "The same being as me. He is the Agent, Freeman."
Xia Zuo seemed oblivious to the fact that he had asked a foolish 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 faded a little.
But Xia Zuo inexplicably felt that the person before him should be rational. His gentle demeanor, with a hint of falsehood amidst the illusion of truth, was simply unnerving.
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 contracted.
He suddenly raised his head and looked 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 drawn, without any change.
——The brown-haired boy’s fist finally stopped there.
The wind from the fist lifted Christine's hair, but did not hurt him at all.
A creaking sound continued to come from the clenched and clenched fists.
The brown-haired boy almost gritted his teeth as he spoke each 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 attacked 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 silent, most likely accumulating power for some ability.
We must...quickly and decisively!
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 swallow, reaching high into the sky.
At this moment, due 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 didn't give the black-haired prophet any chance to breathe. He pushed off 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 techniques he had developed through combat allowed him to layer upon layer of hidden wounds upon his opponent's body.
Once Christine is completely airborne, he will be completely passive.
What he wanted 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 buried by Xia Zuo. His calm footwork and flapping six wings suddenly stopped. At the same time, Xia Zuo's hand, mixed with strong wind, also reached his forehead.
Under the influence of several factors, 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 closed eyes 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.
The author has something to say:
Cesar: Artificial wings are fragile, please handle them with care.
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