Yixuan Feng immediately changed the topic from himself. “That’s right, Claire, what is your magic beast? It actually can transform into a human form and instakill that f*cking awesome person. Now it turned back into a furball as it’s sleeping. Can it not maintain its human form?” Yixuan Feng glanced around guiltily. There’s no way he would tell Claire how difficult it was to climb over the wall. Just as he climbed over, he actually met Wenmo Shui, that scum, who listened to his old Ma’s command and guarding. And then~ naturally, he took revenge and then stealthily slipped out of the country’s borders. Whenever he thought of Wenmo Shui frozen into a lump of ice over there, Yixuan Feng would secretly feel good. The best thing was, he effortlessly created a sharp icicle, sticking Wenmo Shui’s lump of ice into the air. The sharp part of the icicle aimed at Wenmo Shui’s anus. If Weno Shui’s ice melted, hmph! That would be as perfect as flowers blooming. The two’s power was always evenly matched. Every time they fought, it all depended on the circumstances. Who ever was in a better situation would be the one with the advantage. That day was their 701st battle and also the 351st time Yixuan Feng had won.
After being silent for a little while, Claire insipidly said, “I don’t know what kind of Magic beast he is. When he transformed into a human form today, it was also the first time, I also didn’t know. But, can you help me keep it it a secret?”
“Of course, haha!” Yixuan Feng happily said, then turned to look at Benimo, who had died not far away, underneath the tree, and said unhappily, “Who is this? Now he’s dead thoroughly, right?”
“He’s a necromancer, the grand wizard Benimo, an extremely dangerous person.” Claire solemnly said, looking at the already cold corpse and frowned.
Damn his great grandfather! No wonder I couldn’t undo his restraints, he’s actually a necromancer. Yixuan Feng cursed in his heart. But how did Claire provoke a person this strong?
It was at this time that there was finally some movements in the Darkness. Claire’s magic puppet bird called out and flew out. Closely trailing from behind, Cliff pried a branch away with a crashing sound, looking worried as he appeared before Claire.
“Claire!” Cliff anxiously rushed to Claire, and then vigilantly examined Claire. There’s no wounds, not bad, not bad. Cliff let out a sigh of relief. It was then that he turned and glimpsed Yixuan Feng, who had been standing aside.
“Ah, red haired kid.” Cliff still had an impression of Yixuan Feng, and blurted out straightforwardly, “Aren’t you the red haired kid who got stepped on by my disciple that day? What are you doing here? Revenge? I’ll kill you!” After he said this, Cliff was about to make his move.
“Master!” Claire blocked. “It’s not that, Master, just then Yixuan feng saved me.”
“Ah?” Cliff widened his eyes and looked at Yixuan Feng with confusion, his gaze completely filled with distrust.
“Master, it’s true. This person was Benimo’s disciple. Just then, when he wanted to harm me, he was killed by Yixuan Feng. The corpse over there is Benimo.” Claire pointed at the corpse below the tree and said to Cliff.