Chapter 212 Dark Dragon Squad

On a wide river on Kirishima, a bamboo raft with rough lines carries three lights and drives leisurely.

"Captain Dragon Wing, I hope the task will be completed earlier. If you don't mind, can you allow me to act alone?"

One of the bright lights on the bamboo raft reflects a figure. This figure is very vague, and it can only be faintly seen that he is wearing a black and red suit. The back of the suit is completely disassembled, revealing two magic knives passing through the shoulder blades and dripping blood.

The figure was obviously a little excited. He looked up and stared at another bright light. The figure lying on the boat gang was flirting with the swimming fish in the water.

"Oh, Mr. Box, don't be excited. It's still early. We have enough time to complete the task. We should know that we rarely have a holiday, and we should have a good time."

The figure lying on the boat grabbed a color-changing fish from the water. While teasing, he comforted the demon knife figure: "Moreover, Kirishima is a magician's paradise. Here, no one can escape the palm of my hand."

As soon as the voice fell, the color-changing fish in the palm of the figure burst into a ball of blood, forming a bright red rose, but then, the rose suddenly withered, and the blood flowers also condensed together, turning into a lively little fish, constantly spewing bubbles.

"Hmm"

He snorted coldly and carried two demon knives. The figure known as the box said impatiently, "I'm not you magicians who rely on illusions to survive. I'm the host of the demon knife. The demon knife tells me that it wants to suck blood. It's hungry. It hasn't suck blood for a day."

As if responding to the words of the box, the two demon knives inserted in the shoulder blades began to emit a mass of blood on the surface, condensed in the air, and slowly turned into a ferocious laughing face.

"Are you hungry? If you are hungry, you should eat. How about the color-changing fish? It seems that your demon knife has not drunk the blood of the color-changing fish. How about changing its taste?"

The joke of the dragon wing made the box furious. A demon knife behind him suddenly bounced up, drew a knife light, and cut it on the dragon wing's hand.

The silent knife light passed. This time, the discolored fish directly turned into minced meat, and the dead could not die.

But the dragon wing didn't care at all. With a gentle shaking of his palm, another color-changing fish appeared in the palm of his hand, close to the air, around the palm of the dragon wing, and began to swim.

"Well, if you are not satisfied, you can act alone"

"It happens that I also need to take advantage of the holiday to play, and the task will be done by you."

"There is another point that the energy of the strong light can only last for half a day, that is to say, you need to completely eliminate the night owls within half a day."

"No, it seems that the night owls are not easy to deal with. I will give you my light and let you have one day to complete the task."

After saying that, the dragon wing then threw the light in front of him into the box.

However, the box did not mean to take over at all. Instead, it waved a few knife lights, split the flying strong light into pieces, and snorted coldly, "No, half a day, enough for me to solve them!"

After saying that, the box ejected into the jungle beside it, with its own light, and ran to the distance.

After seeing the box go away, the dragon wing seemed to shake his head helplessly: "If you don't want it, don't want it. Why do you want to destroy my irradiation lamp? Are you afraid that I will secretly grab the credit? Idiot you don't know that fog can't block the sight for the magician? ".

After talking to himself, the dragon wing looked at the figure under another light at the end of the bamboo raft and said, "Painting soul, lend me your irradiation lamp. I'm going to use it to attract small fish in the water."

The man known as the painting soul has a huge drawing board in front of him. He holds the hands of the two brushes and flashes quickly, painting something.

"When I finish the 60th human weapon, I will lend you the irradiance lamp."

The soul of the painting did not look back. He refused and put his energy on the drawing board again.

On that drawing board, the image of the tyrant bear is about to be completed.

......

After the box left, the dragon wing and the painting soul continued to move forward.

When they approached a narrow river, suddenly, the dragon wings in the front of the bamboo raft suddenly stood up, and their vigilant eyes turned to the depths of the white fog in the distance.

"Be careful, something is approaching"

"And it's a huge thing. My magic may not work."

The lazy expression on the dragon wing's face disappeared, and his ears trembled slightly, capturing every slight sound.

Hearing the dragon wing reminder, the man known as the painting soul said unexpectedly, "Oh, is there any large creature on Kirishima? No, it's unlikely. We have never heard of rumors in this regard."

"It's not an animal" dragon wing interface reminded: "It's a human. Although it doesn't look too clearly, it can be faintly known that that guy is humanoid."

"Human shape!"

The painting soul's eyes were cold: "The human beings on the fog island are either the aboriginals or the night owls, and now we are still on the periphery of the fog island, so it is likely that they are likely to meet the members of the night owls."

"Although I don't quite understand why there are huge guys in the night owl group, there is no need to care so much now. Just kill it!" The painting soul pulled the 60th human weapon that had just been completed in front of him. Then he put his palm on the chest of the big bear on the picture, and a gloomy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Soul Ability-Concreation"

After a soft chant, a slightly bright firelight began to emit on the drawing paper. With the slow burning of the firelight, the drawing paper began to gradually disappear inch by inch, and with the spread of this disappearance, a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of the painting soul.

Carefully measuring the human weapons with the appearance of a tyrant in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He nodded and smiled, "What a perfect masterpiece. I admire that naval doctor!"

"But the only pity is that the forgery depicted by the soul ability can only last for ten minutes, and it is still a disposable product. Otherwise, I rely on this soul ability, which is enough to replace the captain."

The painting soul's eyes are confused and they fall into the meaning **. Their dark dragons are organized by the team. The captain's status is superb, and the treatment they enjoy is far from comparable to that of ordinary team members.

"Don't think about taking my place. You and the box are not strong enough!"

Long Yi's voice was anxious and roared, "Be careful, he's coming!"

The painting soul's heart woke up in an instant. He commanded the human weapon in front of him and said, "In front of you, laser light."

As soon as the sound of the painting soul fell, the laser light in the big bear's mouth condensed, and a dark shadow flashed in an instant.

Booming... Breaking through the clouds and fog, bringing endless white fog turbulence, and the dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of the dragon wings and the painting soul.

PS: No matter what, it takes two updates today. Gradually, the update speed of two updates a day will be gradually restored, and the number of words will slowly increase.

In addition, I always feel that it is not easy to write. I can only speed up the plot, give up some detailed descriptions, and strive for more words.

Also, I don't know whether it's the website or my computer in the past two days. The account is always lost. It's troublesome to reply to the book review, so I didn't reply, but I read every book review. Thank you for your support and those who make comments.

To be honest, I never thought that no one scolded me!