The Infinite Journey of the Taidao Party

What a joke!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhe used all his strength to lift the blade upwards.

The Denglong Sword was activated ahead of time, and Ye Zhe, holding his breath, felt himself being pulled into the air by an irresistible force.

The cut feces were divided into two halves and continued to fly for a certain distance. If Ye Zhe hadn't taken off early, the consequences of being hit head-on by this kind of thing would be disastrous...

Thomas, the peach-haired beast king who was lying on the ground, turned around in full rotation, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Originally, it used the trick of throwing dung to escape. In its memory, it only needs to throw the dung on the hunters that it can't beat, and no one dares to chase it.

It's just that today's hunter is too weird, and he can't hit him no matter what. Wouldn't it be cool if the dung is not thrown?

In order to be safe, I used my treasured acting skills, but I didn't expect that I couldn't throw it away.

A good guy doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages. My hairstyle is not suitable for fighting today. I will fight you for [-] rounds after I comb my hair.

Ye Zhe who fell to the ground only felt dizzy - more than half of them were smoked.

The other half of the reason is... Even though it was not the dragon that climbed but that thing, the Dragon Sword was activated successfully, and Ye Zhe felt that his calves were weak now.

Even if his body could still support the fight, Ye Zhe didn't really want to chase him anymore.

When someone slaps you on the street, your first reaction must be to fight back.

If someone is throwing shit at you... your first reaction must be to stay away from this psychopath...

Anyway, it's not the goal of the mission, so let's just forget it...

boom!

The Peach-haired Beastmaster was running happily, but he stepped on the ground before he ran far. The ground under his feet suddenly turned into quicksand and trapped him in it. The green net bounced out from it. Wrap the peach-haired beast king tightly.

"A hole trap? Is it Garbo?"

The sound of the horn from the dense forest let Ye Zhe know that he was wrong.

"The whole army is attacking—meow."

Chapter 23. The Black Cat Wearing a Bamboo Hat

A group of cats rushed out from the dense forest one after another, each wearing a face mask folded into a triangle to cover their faces, and holding weapons such as miniature hammers and sticks in their hands.

In other words, even if you don't use a face towel to cover your face, humans generally have no way to distinguish these cats from their faces, right?Rather than blocking the face, it is better to wear a few more pieces on the body, there is always a feeling of putting the cart before the horse.

Ye Zhe found out that the orcs who rushed out were not Ailu cats in the general sense, but Merlu cats—that is, black cats.

These Merlu cats slammed the Peach-haired Beast King who was stuck in the crypt, but even if the Peach-haired Beast King lay down and let them hit, this level of attack was nothing more than tickling.

"It's almost done meow! No captive abuse meow! Stop all hands meow!"

The chaotic black cats stopped under the command of this voice, and only one or two were still picking up small stones and throwing them over.

With the sound of jingling, jingling bells, a black cat dressed completely differently from the other Merlu appeared.

The hat is slanted on the head, making it hard to see its face, but there are two cat-ear-shaped protrusions on the pocket, which seem to be specially made to prevent the ears from being uncomfortable when wearing the hat.

Blue cloak, red gauntlets, and a delicate short sword pinned to the waist. The general wild Merlu cats believe in returning to nature, and there are very few wearing equipment, even less neatly dressed like this one. .

After seeing this Merlu cat coming, the other Merlu cats lined up neatly in two rows and bowed neatly.

"Meow!"

Ye Zhe's scalp felt numb as he watched from the sidelines... Is this also a club style...

If the peach-haired beasts are a group of tyrannical hooligans, this is the strictly hierarchical bobcat group...

The black cat in the bamboo hat took out a spherical object the size of an orange from nowhere, and threw it at the peach-haired beast king who was still struggling.

The ball exploded on the face of the Peach-haired Beastmaster, and a burst of pink smoke came out, and the Peach-haired Beastmaster suddenly burst into tears—sleepy.

One yawn followed another, and a few seconds later there was a deafening grunt from the pit.

Probably infected by the peach-haired beast king's yawn, Ye Zhe also felt an irresistible drowsiness.

Is the already extremely tired body finally unable to bear it...

Anyway, it's just a group of cats, Jiabao should be able to handle it, right?

Ye Zhe fell straight down.

"Drag that hunter away too, meow."

Three or four black cats surrounded him, but at this moment a sharp arrow was nailed in front of Ye Zhe.

"If you want to take Ye Zhe away, pass me first!"

Garbo's voice came from the canopy.

The black cat in the bamboo hat snorted coldly.

"Hide your head and show your face, meow, you only dare to shoot cold arrows behind your back, meow."

"who said it!"

Jia Bao jumped down from the tree, and stopped Ye Zhe openly.

It's up to me to protect Ye Zhe!