Chapter 132 Silver Slave

It's really pitiful. Cao Han's deep eyes looking at Hesda became strange. Although this cute little doll floated in front of him, Cao Han's eyes were no different from looking at the small stones on the roadside.

"Six"

Hstar's hat was pulled down, and then floated to the mouth of the cave and trembled. His frightened eyes secretly threw on Cao Hanshen, and his little face was trembling with white.

He didn't understand why the old man Hestar sealed himself in the "demon book" before he died, let alone curse himself so that he could not panic the owner of the book.

Without psychology, this so-called little kid looked at it. The undead mage and the black magician Cao Hanzhen didn't want to be. The practitioner has his own way to the soul, and Cao Han's heart is still secretly happy.

At least you don't have to become a skinny undead mage and a black mage surrounded by a cold breath. It's terrible to think about it.

[Assuming that the three parts of the human soul are composed of the soul of war, the source soul and the soul of wisdom, then the relative demon spirit is composed of the soul of war and the source soul, and everything will be understood.

Soul of War: The soul of the ability to fight.

Source soul: the soul that provides the source of power.

Smart soul: the evolutionary soul of thinking and growth.

Even if the demons that lack wisdom and soul are so powerful that they don't know how to use them, they will die under the hands of the weak.

I have been studying and refining demons all my life. I am the strongest spirit master. I don't need defective demons. What I want to refine is a perfect demon spirit with the ability to think and evolve.]

This book undoubtedly opens another door for the spiritual master, but he must enter the forbidden area of human beings. Cao Han deeply understands why Hestar Ray has such a strong sense of loneliness.

Unrecognized as a peerless strong man buried in the torrent of history.

There is no record of this person in the library of St. Dal's library. He must have been able to understand heaven before his death, and only the same forces can make the first family of the gifted empire dare not record his name and deeds.

The more I looked at the grass, the deeper my mind became, and there was a trace of black air in my eyes, but the grass felt nothing and turned to the next page.

"ceng~"

The string was broken, and the wonderful sound stopped. The purple light flashed in the eyes of the ugly dragon in the spiritual ring and said, "You dare!"

Hesda looked at the slightly crazy grass coldly, and his lips trembled a few times but still made no sound.

"Enough." An old palm pressed on the paper and covered almost all the words inside.

"Uh!"

"Master, why are you here?" The black gas in Cao Han's deep eyes faded and he stared at the ugly dragon confusedly. According to reason, the angry ugly dragon only appeared at the moment of his death. What's wrong today?

"No, it's getting late. Get ready and then go to the game." The corners of the ugly dragon's mouth were slightly ** and smiled gently. At the same time, the purple fire in his hand burned and weighed heavily on the ancient book.

"Refining the soul!"

The ugly dragon's lips squirmed and made a silent soft shout.

"Woo~woo~woo~woo~", Hesda, who had been hiding at the mouth of the mine, suddenly flew to the ugly dragon, holding the right hand of the ugly dragon, crying and shaking his head with a pleading face.

Grao Han deeply stared at their strange behavior strangely, and then looked at the book and found nothing. Cao Han deeply shook his head helplessly and walked to the bathroom.

Unconsciously, it was past eight o'clock. The game started at nine o'clock, so Cao Hanshen had to leave. As for Hesda's affairs, Cao Hanshen didn't want to take care of it, so he was dealt with by the ugly dragon. Cao Hanshen would rather believe in the ugly dragon than the sudden Hesda.

Although I intuitively told myself that Hesda's relationship with Hesda Ray was extraordinary, and even they were the same person.

"If it dares to steal my apprentice's soul next time, I will destroy it, the spirit in the spirit." The ugly dragon looked at Hesda with a cold face and awe-inspiringly. At the same time, the purple fire disappeared and withdrew the right hand pressed on the book.

"chi chi~"

A black handprint clearly appeared on the paper, and white smoke floated.

"Woo-woo~woo~" Hesda's eyes were frightened, and she lay on the book with tears on her face and cried.

This book is a demon, and Hestar is also a demon, and it is still its wisdom soul, the spirit in the spirit.

After warning these two demons, the ugly dragon returned to the hut, with a smile on his face. There was no murderousness. The joy filled the space and said loudly, "Interesting, interesting, the grass cold depth is a treasure. I didn't expect that I had a time to look away, and there was such a genius in the soul tripod. It's a pity. ...What a pity..."

"That little doll is also pitiful. I hope Cao Hanshen can treat him better."

At the end, he played the piano. The piano was still the same piano, but one string was missing. After a moment, the sad sound of the ugly dragon floated in the spiritual ring, and the strong also had pain and loneliness.

In the past, Xiao Lan, who soared in the sky, also stood quietly in the hut and stared at it.

"Why are you still crying?" The newly released Cao Han deeply saw Hesda crying and looked at this crybaby funnyly.

The book is still that book, but there is only one more palm print. As I guessed, there is something wrong with this book, but it is still there, indicating that the ugly dragon has been dealt with it.

"Woo~, who cried, I didn't cry, hum!" Hesda rubbed his nose and pouted his mouth. His pink fat face was enough to fascinate a girl, and now he is still pitiful and full of maternal love.

"Then make way. I'm going to put away the book."

"Woo~, the eighth master, please, don't put the book together." Hesda's evil spirit grabbed food, and he was a wolf at the grass cold deep, hugged the grass cold deeply tightly, and wiped his tears on the grass cold body.

"Why?"

Hesda's watery eyes flashed at Cao Hanshen, and Cao Hanshen almost nodded and agreed. This pure eyes made Cao Hanshen crazy.

"I hate cute little kids." Cao Han muttered in a low voice with deep complaints.

"Because...because...only when Xiao Lei opens can I come out and move freely." Hesda carefully stared at Cao Hanshen. He was really afraid that Cao Hanshen would lock him in the 'small dark room'.

Put your hand on the book, the thought flashed, and the ancient book immediately appeared in front of the ugly dragon, "Hey!" With a smile, Cao Han hurried out without looking at Hesda.

"Jihaha~, I can finally go out to play. Hesda is so happy." Hesda is spinning happily, and her little face is smiling.

Cao Han walked on the road to the slave fighting platform with a little expectation like yesterday. Along the way, he turned left and right. The slave fighting platform finally appeared, and the corners of the grass cold mouth curved a shallow arc.

"Ding~"

Suddenly, an arrow was nailed an inch in front of the grass's cold feet. The arrow went straight into the soil, and the arrow tail trembled violently, which showed how strong the hand was.

"Grey, so that I can find it and hand it over. Anyway, it's useless for you to keep it."

A silver-clothed fighter came out of the darkness, and Cao Han glanced deeply. The face of a Westerner, with short golden hair and blue eyes, holding a silver bow in his hand and a cold arrow on it.

"What is it? I don't know what you're talking about." He squinted, Cao Han stared at the other strangely, and his brain ran at a high speed. How did he do it? He shot the arrow silently.

Wind! Amazingly, Cao Hanzhen couldn't help but admire the other party's calculation and familiarity with the bow and arrow. Unexpectedly, he knew how to disperse the wind with the wind. In this way, the arrow shot would not be windy and could not be prevented. What's more terrible was that the man could control his murderous spirit.

"What is it, hehe! We won't go around. I know your past clearly." The silver-clothed fighter bit the word viscount very heavily, and almost all the sarcasm was written on his face.

"I don't know what it is." Cao Han sighed deeply and was unlucky. Unexpectedly, the unlucky man left the trouble. If he had known it, he would not have pretended to be Grey and just put a name.

"It's still loaded with garlic! Bring your noble badge, my patience is almost worn out by you, kid, don't force me." The face of the silver-clothed fighter's face immediately turned black, and the bow in his hand was tighter, and he was about to shoot him to death at any time.

"Is this it?" He took out the Gree's badge, threw it in his hand, and immediately threw it at the silver-clothed fighter, "Here you are."

"Ding~"

Cao Han's eyes narrowed, and his toes were on the ground, sticking to the stone wall of the mine and soared straight to the silver-clad fighting slave. At the same time, as soon as the other party's hand was released, a sharp arrow was nailed to the position just now.

Cao Han Shen and the silver-dressed slave were stunned for a moment.

"Ding~"

"Ding~"

The silver-dressed fighter came to his senses in the blink of an eye, and the two arrows shot deep into the grass again.

"What a fast arrow speed, but it's still far away!" Cao Han's deep right hand tightened and immediately loosened. The little hammer hit the silver-clad fighting slave with a black light. His body was slightly on one side, his feet kicked the ground fiercely, and jumped to the other side of the mine wall.

"Damn, the fast-reacting kid is too much different from the intelligence. Damn 'hurricane', what information is given? You have to go back and smash their names." The silver-clothed fighter kept chattering, but his movements did not stop at all. His feet were a little harder, and his figure retreated back.

As an archer, he must take a long distance from the grass.

The strength is obviously one level higher than the grass cold. The grass cold depth is at most a swordsman. Why is it so difficult to deal with?

Killer? Assassin? Cao Han's evaluation of him is getting worse and worse. This silver-clothed fighter is too much like a killer. He is just a 'sniper'. He is too self-righteous.

'Sniper' can never be exposed to the enemy's eyes. He did not do this iron law, so he was doomed to defeat.

He is now just an archer at best, and the killer holds him too high.

The cold light in his eyes soared, and the grass was cold and his left hand tightened, and the 'rain flash' appeared in his hand, but the silver-clothed slave did not see anything.

"Ding", "Ding", "Ding"

"Rain flash" stabbed three times in the blink of an eye, but it was blocked by the other party's dagger. In an instant, the distance was pulled away by the silver-clothed fighter. Cao Han squinted deeply and said coldly, "Killer?' Yan'?"

"Hahaha!' Yan's what can be compared with our 'night leopard', hum!" The silver-clothed fighting slave stared at Cao Hanshen with contemptuous face.

"Damn it! Kid, set me up."