Chapter 18 Ipolue and the Lemon!

In the next two days, people who live by the river will always see a tall bronze woman riding a war horse, looking for something along the river bank with a ten-year-old girl, and occasionally stop to ask if they have seen an injured teenager in a magic robe. Of course, no one has seen it. The person she said.

When she inquired around in a small village close to the river, but still couldn't find any news, Ipolüte was silent and took the little girl out of the village.

When they stopped under a tree to rest, the little girl wrote on the ground with a branch: "Maybe he has drowned."

Ipolite naturally didn't know that Yinmeng was Meiji. At that time, Zhina, disguised as Meiji, was stabbed by her on the top of the mountain. The shot was close to the heart, which must be the key for normal people. Then "Meji" barely escaped for a while and then fell into the river. Generally speaking, it was normal for him to die.

But she still has to find him.

"Even if I die, I will find his body." She said coldly.

The cold and resentful tone made Meiji, who pretended to be a dumb little girl, shivered from the bottom of his heart.

It was slowly getting dark, and Ipolde was still riding a horse and searching everywhere with "Yinmon".

Suddenly, the "mon" sitting behind her pushed her hard.

"What's wrong?" She turned around.

Then I saw the little girl stretching out her small hand in horror, and her palm was full of dark red blood.

Ipolity lowered her head and found that her clothes were constantly bleeding, and her body was almost exhausted, which had made her forget the pain.

She got off the horse and led the horse numbly to the river.

The curved moon has moved to the top, and there is a sparkling cold light on the surface of the water.

Ipolette threw the spear aside, sat behind a huge stone, and took off her robe layer by layer.

The coat has been close to part of the skin because of the sticky blood, and she did not hesitate to tear it off, looking like a girl who inadvertently removed her heavy makeup.

The little girl stood beside her and looked at her with wide eyes. The red flesh and blood teeth are intertwined, and it is scary just to look at it like this, let alone experience it first-hand. Lemon can't imagine that a person has been injured so seriously. How can she have the courage to support it until now?

In this way, she watched Ipolüt tear off a piece of cloth and wash the blood on her body stained with cold river water. Blood kept flowing down her body and into the river, dyeing a trace of red.

Yinemon walked over silently, grabbed the cloth in Ipolute's hand, and gently wiped it for her.

She has never seen such a wound, and she never thought that there would be such a person.

The bloody cloth was put into the river, and the beautiful color could not be rubbed off, so I had to take it out and continue to wipe it on the female soldier's wound.

Tears flowed out of the little girl's face silently.

This is a real warrior, a female god of war who can face death and pain fearlessly with her will alone. The little girl's heart inexplicably had an impulse. She wanted to desperately tell Ipolity that she was Meggie, the person she would rather bear such pain than kill.

"You cried again?" Ipolüta looked at her and slowly smiled, "Don't worry, I won't die so soon."

The lemon nodded vigorously, but tears still kept flowing out.

Is it possible that when the body becomes a little girl, even the mind becomes fragile?

She doesn't know...

Ipolüta's physical condition is getting worse and worse.

But her spirit still doesn't seem to be any tired.

The lemon helped her wash and dry the blood-stained robe, but not long after she put it on, she would still be soaked in blood again. Until later, all the wounds had turned into dead scabs. Although there was no more bleeding, Ipolite's bronze skin also showed a piece of pale spots.

And she still doesn't give up looking for Meggie everywhere.

Two more days later.

Ipolite could not even ride on the horse, so she had to let the horse leave by herself, wandering aimlessly on the river bank with the little girl.

The little girl sneaked into a village and stole some food, but Ipolüta didn't eat it. In the past few days, she couldn't swallow anything except barely drinking some water.

At noon that day, the lemon accompanied her and slowly walked downstream along the beach.

Yinmeng doesn't know what's the point of doing this. If she wants to, she can leave Ipolüte at any time now. No matter how Ipolde is looking for it, it is impossible to find "Meji" again. In other words, Ipolde has not given up looking for him by relying on that strong belief. With her current mental state, I'm afraid she can't figure out the meaning of doing this.

A stone tripped Ipolity, and she held the spear hard before she fell down.

At this time, a shadow door opened in front of them.

Ipoly suddenly stood up straight, as if she had changed back to the invincible goddess of war.

The yinemon also stared at the shadow door to see who would come out of it.

That's a one-eyed old witch with an ugly wooden stick.

Yin Lemon didn't expect to meet this old woman again in such a place, and she shouted "bad" when her heart was neutral! Although her constant metamorphosis can hide Ipolite, I'm afraid it can't deceive this old guy.

Sure enough, the old witch stared at her, who looked like a little girl, and her big eyes narrowed into a seam, and then made a strange smile.

The shade lemon made her scalp numb with her smile.

"Why are you here?" Ipoldt looked at Black Annes coldly.

"Hey, I just came to see you," the old witch couldn't stop laughing. "I didn't expect you to become like this."

Ipolit snorted and still looked so tall and straight. Meng looked at her worriedly, and somehow felt a little pain in her heart.

"This girl is good," the old witch slowly approached them, reached out and touched the head of the lemon. "Where did you pick it up?"

Ipolity said, "It's none of your business."

"Well," the old witch withdrew her hand and flashed with her eyes. "Are you still looking for that teenager? You will never find him."

Yinemon immediately heard what she meant. Ipolüta never thought that the little girl who had been with her these days was the person she wanted to kill. Naturally, she would never find it.

However, Ipolite obviously misunderstood the meaning of the old witch's words. She stayed there, and the spear in her hand slowly loosened and hit the beach mixed with gravel.

"He is dead?" Ipolüt asked slowly. At the time of Yelian Mountain, the teenager had been pierced in the chest by her spear and fell into the river. It was normal for him to die.

As long as she had the idea of seeing the bastard's body with her own eyes, she searched everywhere. Now she was "suggested" by the old witch, and both mentally and physically were slowly approaching the limit. Finally, she slowly sat down on the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yinemon stared at the old witch fiercely.

And the old witch's big eyes tilted her, as if to say, "I'm also doing it for your own good!"

For this old witch, the lemon has really been unable to figure it out. Saying that she is the enemy, she has let him go several times, but to say that she is not the enemy, if she hadn't captured Liselle, she wouldn't have been like this.

"I'm just here to say goodbye." The old witch looked at Ipollute, "I'm ready to go back. This is not my favorite place."

After saying that, she opened a portal and was about to step in. Just then, Meiji, disguised as a little girl, suddenly reached out and grasped her wooden stick tightly.

She looked back in surprise and looked at the little girl.

One big eye stared at two small eyes.

The little girl opened her mouth and closed silently, but the old witch could easily see what she was talking about.

She said, "Give me this magic wand!"

The old witch also answered her silently, "Dream!"

"You said you would give it to me." The lemon simply went out and grabbed the wooden stick tightly. In fact, she is not really greedy for this wooden stick, but feels that it is really sorry for her conscience not to let this old woman lose anything.

The old witch stared at her fiercely and closed her lips again: "Be careful that I tell you who you are."

"Do you think I'm afraid?" The shade lemon sneered. What she is afraid of is the Ipolity who can use the god of war and has amazing combat effectiveness. Now Ipolity is not in her eyes at all.

Although she also couldn't figure out why she was sad for this tough female warrior to become like this.

The two of them held the ugly magic wand tightly in this way.

At this moment, Meng opened her mouth again and told the old woman through her mouth: "Look, there is a beautiful girl who is naked behind you!"

"Really?!" The old witch turned around quickly.

Taking advantage of the old witch's distraction, the yin lemon suddenly grabbed the wooden stick and jumped up and kicked a chain of feet on the old witch's chest. Although she was not strong, she still kicked the old witch into the portal.

The portal closes immediately.

I lied to you, you pervert...

After kicking the old witch away, Yin Meng looked back at Ipolüta.

It seems that there is a great burden on the female suzerain of this Ama sect, which makes her unable to stand up. Revenge for those tragically-dead sisters was the only reason for her to persist until now, but now, this reason has been lost, and the unbearable severe pain in her body began to appear, making this originally strong female soldier have to wait for death.

The sun shines on the female soldier's body, with a layer of halo, and the spear that always glows cold is also covered by the dust.

The shade lemon feels a little sad.

She stretched out her hand and tried to help Ipollute up. However, Ipolde is strong, and she can't help it.

Maybe it was her efforts that made Ipollute recover a little. Ipollute struggled to reach out his hand and wipe away the blood stains on his mouth.

"You go." She looked at the lemon and said weakly, "You don't have to stay with me anymore."

The lemon hesitated for a moment.

She also felt that she should leave like this. Somehow, she didn't want to see this woman die in front of her at all.

Ipolite is a heroine. She should die on the battlefield or face the most powerful enemy, instead of sitting here and waiting to die like a fleeing woman.

The unbearable wounds on her body should be proof of her brave fighting, not the last mockery in her life.

She stamped her feet like a little girl, and theemon knelt on the ground, pulled out the gravel in front of the female soldier with her hand, and wrote on the sand: "Do you want to go back?"

Ibluta looked at this line of words, and his eyes slowly regained some brilliance. Although I know that I can't last long, the feeling of dying in a foreign country is too sad for anyone. Deep in her heart, she really wants to go back to Si and see that person again.

The lemon wrote another line: "I'll take you back."

Ipollute looked at these two lines in a daze, and Yinmeng did not make her think too much, but stood up again, put her little hand under her side, and held her hard. No matter how heavy Ipollute's body was, she just didn't give up.

Her efforts gave Ipoldte an inexplicable emotion in her heart. Finally, Ipollute stretched out her hand to grab the spear that fell on the ground, swayed, and stood up again...