Even Xia Zhiming and Luo Xiaochen felt like they were out of power, not to mention Ye Zhao who had experienced two thrilling games in a row. This time, he only felt that he couldn't bear more pain in his waist. No matter how strong his will was, he couldn't ignore the pain that was so sharp that it ran down his back, all the way to his brain, and it was exciting. His nerves were stinging, and his mind was chaotic into a pot of water under the stinging pain, gurgling with bubbling bubbles, misty and confused.

The three of them leaned against the sturdy tree, staring at the black shadow—

It fell to the ground very calmly. It was covered in black smoke, and it was squiggly. It even had an elegant feeling, as if it had come out of ink and ink, and it was still carrying ink. The long hair exploded slightly with the movement, looking mighty and oppressive. Behind him was a long whip-like tail, swaying left and right around the curling black smoke, with a slow speed that seemed a little careless. The black mist covered most of its face, revealing only a pair of eyes, half-open and half-closed, the dark red pupils revealed danger in the darkness, and there was a hint of playfulness.

Xia Zhiming slightly opened his lips, spit out words from the corner of his mouth, and asked Ye Zhao in a very low voice, "That monster before?" Then, out of the corner of the eye, he saw Ye Zhao's left hand on his side, stretched out an index finger, and shook it twice.

no? So what's going on here? Xia Zhiming frowned, saw Ye Zhao shook his head slightly, and then said in a low voice, "This is very different from the previous one, it seems to have a different purpose..."

The monster stood there looking at them calmly, his eyes swept along the three of them one by one, and stopped when he saw Xia Zhiming, his eyes were slightly closed, and he stared at him quietly, the meaning in his eyes was elusive. well. Xia Zhiming clenched his fists involuntarily. To be honest, it was not a very good experience to be looked at by such a monster whose strength was unknown, but who had clearly surpassed all of them with a strange look.

Suddenly, the monster whose purpose had been unclear and had no movement for a long time froze, like a hunter who had had enough of his prey, and finally aimed at the forehead of his prey—the hair all over his body suddenly exploded even more, and the entwined black smoke Along with the hair, it spreads out, like smoky living tentacles, curling and slamming towards the monster, and the trees that come into contact with everything shrivel and die.

Before Ye Zhao and the others could react, the smoke quickly wrapped around their bodies. Their limbs were tightly bound and they couldn't move. The curved black smoke pressed down on their hearts. Almost breathless. The black smoke slowly climbed up their necks along their chests, wrapped around twice, and then tightened sharply—

Ye Zhao only felt that all the oxygen was isolated, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious as the strength tightened on the neck. He reached out and tried to yank the thing around his neck, but he felt empty. The black smoke was real, but it had no form at all.

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and even the pain from the previous wound disappeared, only the neck could not be freed from the shackles that could not be grasped or touched.

"I heard that some of you are hiding something good?" Ye Zhao heard a low voice saying slowly in a blur, with a slightly higher ending, and a completely playful tone, as if he was just playing a game, in order to get a toy.

Mianqiáng opened his eyes, the physiological water mist made him unable to see clearly in front of him, he could only see a vague outline, no longer the appearance of a monster, but a person——

A tall man, surrounded by black mist, rises up from the soles of his feet, like a black manzhushahua growing upwards, entangled in entanglements, wrapping the whole person in it, only vaguely see the slender body and the wide Shoulders, and a pair of dark red eyes that glow with blood.

The strength on his neck suddenly loosened, and Ye Zhao lost his strength in an instant, but because of the strength of the black mist still wrapped around his hands and feet, he stood softly. It rose red, and you could even see the meridians that emerged from exertion.

The cough was too violent, causing Tai Xué to twitch, and then began to beat with the rhythm of his heart. In a daze, Ye Zhao heard Luo Xiaochen, who was beside him, finally relieved his breath, and asked in a hoarse voice. Said: "What good thing?"

Before the man who was wrapped in black mist could answer, Xia Zhiming suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

The man was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is... I want to play with what you have."

Ye Zhao repeated Luo Xiaochen's question: "What do you want?"

The dark red eyes flashed in the dark mist and said, "A... dagger?"

The three of them frowned, but none of them said anything, but what they thought in their hearts was the same—

How did he know about that dagger?

What does he want an ordinary-looking dagger?

After a moment of hesitation, he suffocated again, the black mist on his neck tightened again, and the hard-won oxygen was isolated again. They felt their feet vacated, and the strength on their necks lifted them directly.