"Charles! Charles!" Patch quietly turned off the translation chip that had been turned on for 24 hours, calling in his native language to the dejected Marquis of Charles, "Come on, turn off the translation chip and talk to me."

Marquis Charles was stunned for a moment and turned off the translation chip, so that their native language conversation would not be understood by the two monks in the desert.

Patch glanced at the monks who were escorting them. Seeing that they were calm and had no reaction, Patch quickly said, "Charles, is there anyone in your dawn team that can beat the wine monk?"

Marquis Charles' fat body trembled suddenly and said in shock: "Master, what are you going to do?"

"That guy grabbed us too many handles and must let him disappear, otherwise we will be unlucky when we go back this time!" Patch struggled with the ropes in his hand, but in vain. He said anxiously, "You think of a way to secretly summon your evolutionists to kill the wine monk!"

Marquis Charles' head shook into a rattle: "Young Master, it's impossible. The main force of the Dawn Team is Arnold now. You have seen the power of the wine monk before. Arnold can't take his. Unless he gave me the Dawn Team of the 7th year of the Destruction, the assassination of the wine monk is just adding fuel to the fire."

Patch tsk and was very anxious: "What should we do?! Otherwise, we would say that the wine monk slandered us, and he had no evidence anyway!"

"Two donors." Just as Patch and Marquis Charles colluded, a desert monk suddenly spoke out. Under the shocked gaze of the two, he took out a miniature radio device from his ears.

Patch quickly recognized it. It was a equipment manufactured by the Grand Duke Mansion for special operations, which combines translation, eavesdropping and recording functions.

The monk quickly put the micro-radio device back into his ears and said indifferently: "What you said will be taken as a court certificate and handed over to the Grand Duke to deliver it."

Patch's face turned from white to red, from red to purple, and finally turned into an unusual blue-black. His eyes completely turned dark. He said in a hoarse voice: "Do you have to do this so amazing..."

The monk just walked indifferently without responding.

Suddenly, Patch suddenly pressed his head against the monk, knocked him away, staggered forward, and shouted: "Charles! Run quickly! Let your dawn team take us out of the city and go to the headquarters for political refuge. I am the brigadier general of the federal command, and the commander-in-chief will definitely..."

"Bang!" Patch's unreasonable behavior had just lasted for a while, and the monk had already strode forward, and the Zen staff hit Patch's waist, overturning him to the ground.

Patch had no exercise at all, and with too much drinking before, the center of gravity was unstable, so he could not resist the blow. He almost broke his bones and fell to the ground, wriggling like a maggot, muttering in despair: "It's over...it's over..."

The monk stepped on Patchi's feet and took out another rope, tied Patchi's legs together. It seemed that he did not expect him to walk by himself, and was about to carry him back home to ask for guilt.

After tied up, the monk picked up Patch with one hand. Just as he was about to carry it on his shoulder, his heart suddenly felt cold, followed by a "puff" sound!

"Yeah?" The monk let out a low groan as he roared, and his indifferent eyes showed a strong astonishment. When he looked down, he didn't know whether the dark red blade was already in color or was stained with too much blood. It was piercing out from his chest and piercing through the beating heart from behind.

The blade was pulled out, and the monk turned his body when he fell down. At the last moment of his life, he saw the smiling girl in white robe and her amber pupils.

Another monk saw his companion being attacked, and his Zen stick in his hand shook the ground, and his body was running qi and ready to fight.

However, the monk was originally more than twenty meters away from the girl in white robe, but just after he blinked his eyes, he found a shadow that could not be captured with his naked eyes tore the distance and came to him like a ghost.

"Puchi..."

"Puchi..."

"Puchi..."

"Puchi..."

...

The holy white robe surrounds the monks like a howling wind. The unique figures of the desert are like butterflies dancing, and the red and blue blades are raging wildly in the air, marking out one after another.

Ankles, calves, thighs, abdomen, wrists, arms, shoulders, chest, neck, head... Blood blooms like beautiful flowers in every corner of this monk's body.

The sound of cutting blades, the sound of flesh and blood, the sound of shattering bones, the sound of gushing blood, all the sounds condensed under the command of this bright blade, reminding people of the sand in the desert as snow as snow and the moon as hooks.

"Swish!" As the last killing sound settled, the snow-liang blade seemed to have spirituality, and quickly flew around in the air, shook off all the covered blood, and then took back the girl's white robe at the same time.

At this moment, the monk's devastated corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and blood flowed out of the dense wounds, splashing to every location within a radius of 10 meters, completely dyeing the entire ground red, as if a scarlet carpet was pounced on.

"Ah...ah??!!" Marquis Charles was very close to the monk. Blood splattered all over him, his legs were so scared that he fell weak. He sat on the ground and struggled to retreat, like a wriggling caterpillar.

"fuck!!!help!!!help..." Patch was like a screaming cock, shouting desperately, but before he could shout a few times, the white robe flashed by, and the girl quietly landed beside her, Xiuzu stepped on her face and pressed him to the ground.

"It's a death to scream again." This is a girl with a pair of furry little fox ears on her head. Her mysterious amber eyes as bonfire-like as crescent, looking at Patch under her feet with a smile.

Patch's eyes drifted for a while, and just as he was about to raise his hand over his head, he found that his hand was tied up. He could only blink and nod, indicating that he was not hostile.

After the girl took two steps back, Pachi stood up suspiciously and said in a deep voice: "You are the killer..."

The Jade-faced Fox did not answer Patch's question directly, but in fact, the absence of denial means affirmation. She took out a letter from her arms with a smile and threw it on Patch's face.

Patch hurriedly received the letter and looked closely. It was a standard envelope from the Grand Duke Mansion. The sign on the ink was still the seal of Grand Duke Yingweide himself. Moreover, there were traces of tearing in the ink, which was obviously opened by the Jade-faced Fox.
Chapter completed!