For some reason, when Xu Yu said this, the atmosphere in the entire space seemed to have become solidified, as if time had been stopped, the melodious violin music around him came to an abrupt end, and the bustling sounds of pedestrians and vehicles on the street outside the window were gradually lost, and replaced by a kind of confusing coldness. Even Xu Yu had a chilling feeling, this was... murderous intent...

I, it seems, maybe, maybe, maybe... I have touched some restricted area... For example... Age?

I said, "Master, you shouldn't care about your age like Ichisat's Yakumo-sama? Why do you just say that mature women will have this reaction!

"Oh... don't like dealing with mature women... Can I take this as a compliment?"

“As you like…as much as you like.”

Although you said it as a compliment, you were not happy no matter how you looked at the situation on the scene! Yakumo is fine, usually you will avenge your grudges on the spot, but Master, you are orderly and kind, be elegant! Be calm! You will avenge your grudges on the spot! Otherwise, I would be a little overwhelmed if I am thinking about it...

Xu Yu glanced at the hatred mark on himself... Well, the mark of the Lord of Salted Fish, the mark of void left by the copy of the last sea god sacrifice, the mark of void, the mark of Youyouzi's revenge, this mark of Youyouzi, has been left since the first time he fought against the Baiyu Tower until now, I haven't seen Youyouzi come to seek revenge. That guy wouldn't have been shopping for food and drink and forget that he still wants to take revenge... Generally speaking, NPC memories of the dungeon and entertainment mode

It will not be mutual, so Youyouzi cannot forget hatred because of the power of Sister Fa. But the focus is not this now. Xu Yu looked carefully and was relieved after confirming that Skaha did not leave a mark of hatred on him. This would be fine, otherwise he would have great trouble. Although Xu Yu did not think that the orderly and good people would put an endless mark of hatred on a stranger for a sentence...

Yes, let's give an example...

Just like Xu Yu had accumulated a crystal for half a year and kept the lottery results. When he didn't draw a single shipwreck, or when he finally got it, a player suddenly jumped out and said, "Oh, you actually drew the things I drew with thousands of crystals. This is unfair or something... Xu Yu wouldn't give him a hatred mark. At most, he would use Salted Fish Seven Styles to give him two swords and kill him on the spot. It's that simple.

"So, do you agree? Come and have a good fight."

Skaha slightly withdrew his breath and unconsciously released some murderous aura, which seemed to spread due to too much magic and affected the surroundings. It was strange... When would he be angry because of one or two words from the other party?

"Sorry, I refuse!"

After receiving the news that Hei Joan of Arc had completely evacuated, Xu Yu answered without hesitation, and then turned into a red butterfly.

Skaha seemed to be ready. When he saw Xu Yu turning into a red butterfly, he raised his hand and a layer of invisible magic power enveloped the surroundings, trapping all the red butterflies that had changed in Xu Yu. The red butterfly hit the magic barrier and then quickly destroyed it by the magic power. Gradually, it only left the butterfly that was always different in color and was more beautiful and gorgeous than other butterflies. Even Skaha dared not touch it.

"The Dead Butterfly of the Underworld?"

Skaha knew the butterfly, a butterfly in hell... Occasionally appeared in the human world, but it was just a strange species that brought ghosts who were wandering in the world and could not be reborn into hell for some reason. The most important thing is that this species is very troublesome. Ordinary people will be taken away immediately if they touch it gently. Although the heroic spirit itself is not afraid of such things, if the other party self-destructs and opens the door connecting hell, the city will instantly become a ghost realm.

"Is it not to be a butterfly, but to use the butterflies to transfer each other's general ability... Is the dead butterfly your trump card? No, if so, you don't have the ability to suppress me. It seems that you have other abilities."

Skaha canceled the magic barrier and let the prison butterfly fly away alone. Before flying away, the prison butterfly turned around Skaha for a few times, and then he lost interest and thought he was going to fight, but he stopped fighting. He was so happy. To be honest, I slap you a little butterfly, you may die!

Heroic spirit? The Prison Butterfly has not been beaten. Not long ago, Prison Butterfly formed a team with Xu Yu to bully the blackened King of Dae Mao. In terms of strength, even if you don’t self-destruct, even if you open the door to hell, Prison Butterfly itself has very strange abilities. Well, this is what the fighter in the butterfly form means. Don’t look small, you always lie on Xu Yu’s shoulders and be lazy. If you move really, whoever bullies whom it may not be necessary.

It was because of his absolute confidence in the prison butterfly that Xu Yu left it here to delay Skaha's pursuit when it was transferred. When the red butterfly dispersed, Xu Yu had already arrived at a safe place.

"How is it, haven't you made things difficult for you?"

He stretched out his hand, caught the slowly landing prison butterfly, and placed it on his shoulder. Xu Yu gently touched the prison butterfly wings. Tsk, other people's pets are all furry, cute, or... able... so he raised a butterfly himself. Well, in a sense, he also raised a fairy lady.

The prison butterfly stirred up the tentacles on his head, saying that he had nothing to do, and the other party had no intention of touching him, so he came back directly.

"Is there a small tail behind it?"

Xu Yu opened his demonic eyes and looked around, confirming that there was no strange or familiar breath entering his own field. Obviously, Skaha did not follow him.

"It's good if you don't have a little tail. Let's go home first. Thank you for your hard work."

Xu Yu and Zhudie were not so good at relationships. Except for a certain gangster's cloak who always liked to lean on Xu Yu, another conscious decoration, Zhudie always ignored Xu Yu. Until that time, after Xu Yu had a fight with a certain town and met Siji, Zhudie's attitude towards Xu Yu suddenly became better. Perhaps... it was because he saw Xu Yu had a good relationship with his immediate boss and wanted to please Xu Yu, or for other reasons, but he was always inseparable. It was probably because Xu Yu regarded him as his own.

Returning to the inherent territory of Black Joan of Arc, Xu Yu calmly returned to his seat.

"Hey, why did I suddenly let me run away? Are there many people on the other side?"

Seeing Xu Yu coming back intact, Joan of Arc was not surprised. If the battle broke out, he would have sensed it long ago that Xu Yu would have escaped safely.

"No, just Skaha."

"There is only one person, wouldn't it be nice to have two of us against one?"

"No, the other party's person may not have left nearby, and we can't get rid of Skaha's in a short time, so let's run away."
Chapter completed!