My nemesis begged me after my death

Muturanya didn't come back until dawn. She had a serious expression on her face, and the long snake that usually wrapped around her wrist slipped down silently at some point, obediently following her feet.

Her exposed arm was cut with a bone-seeking bloodstain, dripping with blood and flesh, but she let the flesh and skin roll over the wound as if she couldn't feel the pain.Her beautiful face was also covered with fine bruises.

For the members of the spirit snake family, the most powerful, and being favored by the goddess, it is unimaginable that the saint who can control the group of snakes will be injured.

"It's a sword wound." The chief priest of the clan bandaged her wound, "This person must be very good at using swords."

"Yes." The saint nodded, "It is very likely that he came from the fairy gate of the Central Plains."

The saint was silent for a while and then said, "His sword skills are not stronger than my spiritual power, but the sword he uses is very... powerful. I feel a lot of resentment on the sword."

The high priest had a dignified expression: "You mean——"

The saint is favored by the goddess and can sense many intangible things.

"That sword must have been made by sacrificing a lot of living souls." Mutulanya said in a low voice, "I want to tell Mi Lanluo about this. That person must not only target us."

High Priest: "Fortunately, you are fine, Holy Maiden."

"No, there is a bigger trouble than my accident." Mutulanya shook his head, his eyes darkened: "That person stole the flame of the sycamore branch enshrined in the altar, and I failed to get it back... ..."

The flame has improved the living environment of the Spirit Snake Clan. After having the flame, the number of clan members who die every year is much less, and they are more able to endure every snowstorm.

Losing the flame means that the Spirit Snake Race will fall from light to darkness again.

No tribe would be willing to accept such a result.

The high priest didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only pat the saint's thin shoulder comfortingly.

………………

The news of the theft of the phoenix branch flame could not be concealed, and soon spread throughout the Spirit Snake Clan, together with the news that the saint was cut by the sword of the people from Zhongyuan.

Alien, sword repair.

The two words are too easy to associate with something—for example, the friend of Lord Milanluo who was brought back by the saint.

Xie Guici is the most sincere friend of the Spirit Snake Clan. There is no doubt that even the flames were brought back by him. No matter how suspicious you are, you will never suspect him. But Xue Zhaowei is different. Someone who almost got into a fight.

Very suspicious.

The unfriendly eyes were sticky outside the tent like twisted snake shadows, worried about Xie Guici's existence, no one dared to rush forward to question Xue Zhaowei.But with the keenness of the two of them, it is impossible not to notice the slightest abnormality.

Mutulanya knelt and sat opposite Xie Guici, the golden bells at the end of her hair quietly fell into the braided bundles of hair, shining brightly.

Xie Guici pointed at the tabletop made of stone with his fingers, his expression darkened: "Lost the sycamore branch?"

"Yes." Muturanya explained in a low voice, "Last night, the snakes raised in the family suddenly became irritable. I went to check and found that they were deliberately attracted by someone to distract me and the high priest— —During our investigation, the phoenix branch flame enshrined on the altar was stolen, and the guards in the clan were also injured."

Mutulanya chased after him, but he was defeated and failed to recover the fire seed of the sycamore branch.

She told Xie Guici about the man using the sword again, which caused him to frown, and looked at Xue Zhaowei for a moment.

Xue Zhaowei: "He's from the Twelve Sects of the Demon Realm."

Xie Guici sighed softly: "[-]% yes." Since he sneaked into Duyue Mountain from the Twelve Gates of the Demon Realm last time, he has noticed the other party's ready-to-movement attitude.

A trace of confusion flashed in Mutulanya's eyes: "Magic repair?"

"Yes." Xie Guici answered her, and then fell into a certain thought, "But why are they stealing phoenix branches?"

"Moxiu is hateful!" Mutulanya gritted her teeth, "But you should not stay in the clan any longer. The sycamore branch is lost, and the clan may blame this..." She didn't know how to address Xue Zhaowei, so she automatically omitted it. In the past, "In short, I will send you away later."

Xie Guici said in his heart, Mr. Cangxue, this is really a disaster for no reason, it is clear that he was with him all night last night.But the angry snake clansmen would not think so much. For this group of people who have been drifting in the northern wilderness for generations, the aliens themselves represent the need to be vigilant and guarded against.

"Then, can we still find the sycamore branch?"

Thank you Guici for asking.

Muturanya hesitated for a moment, then shook his head honestly: "On the wide plain, even if the snake remembers his breath, it is impossible to catch up to him."

Xie Guici understood what she meant. On the snowy and extremely wide glacial permafrost, the vast field of vision also meant that the other party's escape could not be captured.

Demon, Realm, Ten, Two, Gate.

The syllable rolled invisible on the tip of the tongue, and Xie Guici's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Heyue Jun didn't know how much he had dealt with this group of demon cultivators who were despised by everyone. It can be said that he became famous by stepping on the face of the Twelve Sects of the Demon Realm.Came all the way to the Northern Wilderness, and did not hesitate to offend the Spirit Snake Clan to steal the flames of the sycamore branches, the plot was not small.

Just don't know what exactly they are plotting.

Moreover, Xizhou City is not very peaceful.

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Although Mutulanya has heard of the Twelve Gates of the Demon Realm, the northern wilderness and the fairy gates of the Central Plains are separated by a sky moat, and she has never dealt with the Twelve Gates of the Demon Realm. This is the first time since she became a saint for a hundred years.From Xie Guici's cold expression, she guessed that the other party's background might not be simple.

So she repeated the initial speech to Xie Guici: "I will send you away from the clan land of the Spirit Snake Clan first. The clansmen are a little uneasy...but they don't have bad intentions either."

"I know." Xie Guici looked at Xue Zhaowei who was completely indifferent, and only looked down at his own sword, feeling that the forehead began to hurt.

It is still necessary to find a reason to remove the suspicion from Xue Zhaowei.

He thought for a while, and whispered a few words to Muturanya in the language of the spirit snake clan. A look of surprise flashed across the face of the saint, and she couldn't help but look at Xue Zhaowei a few more times before nodding her head to show that she I understood what Xie Guici meant.

After a while, Muturanya got up and walked out of the yurt.

Only then did Xue Zhaowei raise his eyes, and asked calmly, "What did you tell her?"

"It's nothing." Xie Guici Zhiyi smiled, "I just asked her to tell her people that it is impossible for you to do something like steal fire—because you are my Taoist companion."