The Little Turtle scratched its head so hard it almost scratched off the last tuft of hair on its head.
"This isn't Little Bird, it's clearly a dog—but why? Why does it have the scent of Little Bird on it, and so strong at that, even its attack pattern is so similar!"
As Wang Yao said, the Little Turtle, being a contracted beast of the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice and having spent so much time with the Crimson Flame Phoenix, was the beast most familiar with the Crimson Flame Phoenix.
So even though it absolutely refused to admit it, the aura emanating from Big Black gave it the feeling that it couldn't be produced through hybridization.
It's something closer to the origin!
But its shape—a dog—was something it simply couldn't describe.
Just as the Little Turtle was getting increasingly agitated, Wang Yao's lips curled up, and a sly glint appeared in her eyes.
"I have a way that might prove whether it really is him."
The Little Turtle snapped out of its reverie and asked curiously, "What method?"
"If it were him, he would never kill me."
"Huh?" The Little Turtle tilted its head.
What theory is this?
Does the fact that he didn't kill you mean he's your master?
If it kills you, it will no longer be its master?
Before the Little Turtle could figure it out, Wang Yao had already raised her whip and lashed it hard against the ground, causing the earth to crack and dust to fly everywhere.
"Boy, today you either obediently hand over your Spirit Weapon, or you defeat me and leave."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan frowned.
After learning the fat man's true identity, he lost interest in fighting him.
He was thinking that if all else failed, he would tell the fat man his identity. If the fat man knew, he would definitely stop this unnecessary fight.
But he immediately dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.
The fat man came on behalf of the Wang Family, and they only had one Spirit Weapon.
If he really cooperates with the Wang Family, then who will get the Spirit Weapon?
He knew the fat man well and would definitely help him get what he wanted.
But the Wang Family would definitely not give him the Spirit Weapon so easily.
This is Spirit Weapon, you must know!
It seems we have no choice but to fight.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan concealed his inner light and channeled all his Psychic Power into the Spirit Weapon, causing his blood and qi to explode to their maximum at this moment.
He planned to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and escape from here.
"Very good, you're very aware."
As the voice faded, Wang Yao's aura exploded to its peak at that moment.
"Take this!"
Jiang Fan, wielding Spirit Weapon, thrust it straight at Wang Yao.
To everyone's surprise, Wang Yao stood still, watching him quietly with a slight smile on her lips.
What's going on?
Jiang Fan was stunned, his face showing utter bewilderment.
The Spirit Weapon in his hand was already aimed at Wang Yao's neck.
It was just a hair's breadth away from piercing through.
The other party remained standing there, unmoved.
This scene terrified the Little Turtle and the fat man.
Jiang Fan was also greatly shocked.
Considering the fat man, he couldn't possibly kill the girl.
He quickly withdrew his attack, but the attack happened so suddenly that even though he withdrew quickly, the tip of the sword still sliced through the girl's fair neck.
There were faint traces of blood seeping out.
"Call--"
Jiang Fan exhaled a deep breath, his breathing somewhat unsteady.
He just attacked with all his might, and it's not easy to withdraw his attack in such a short time.
So at this moment, his face was flushed, veins bulged on his temples, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Not only that, but the hand holding the Spirit Weapon was trembling slightly, and the force of the withdrawal also shook the internal organs a little.
Wang Yao looked at Jiang Fan's hands with their prominent veins, his disordered breathing, and his heaving chest, and a look of immense joy instantly appeared on her face.
"I knew it. If it were you, you would never kill me."
ah?
Jiang Fan was completely bewildered by Wang Yao's bright smile standing before him.
What she said, in particular, left Jiang Fan completely baffled.
I've finally found you!
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yao pounced on Jiang Fan like a bird returning to its nest.
Jiang Fan was shocked, thinking the other party was going to attack him, so he quickly dodged to the side.
As if she had anticipated his dodge, Wang Yao lunged in the direction he had dodged.
She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held him tightly, refusing to let go.
Feeling the warm, soft body in his arms, Jiang Fan was completely dumbfounded.
The fat man's jaw nearly dropped, and his mind went completely blank.
The Little Turtle tilted its head and watched this scene with its Xiaoyan.
It's in a complete mess right now.
After pausing for two seconds, he quickly sent a telepathic message to Wang Yao.
"Is this an act of betrayal against my master? If he finds out you're embracing other men, you'll have no chance at all."
He is your master, I didn't hug him indiscriminately.
"No way! How did you make that judgment? Just because he didn't kill you? That's absurd! It makes absolutely no sense!"
"Who says there's no logic? He didn't kill me; isn't that the most rigorous logic?"
" Little Turtle..."
"What kind of bizarre theory is this?"
"You don't understand, that's a woman's theory."
" Little Turtle..."
It didn't understand; it felt like it was going crazy.
In a daze, it vaguely recalled what its master had once said.
Never discuss truth with women, because they are the truth, and they believe themselves to be the truth.
It didn't understand when it first heard this.
Now I understand, and I'm going crazy.
Jiang Fan finally managed to recover from his mental lapse.
It wasn't that he was slow to react; rather, even in this second life, he had never been so intimate with any other woman.
He never even held hands with his fiancée.
What's more, the woman who threw herself at him was an absolutely stunning beauty.
What exactly do you want?
Jiang Fan dared not hug the other person, raising his hands above his head as if it had nothing to do with him if the other person hugged him.
It looks rather comical.
Seeing his expression, Wang Yao's smile grew even brighter, and she tightened her grip on Jiang Fan's neck.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to be with you. You'll never get rid of me in this lifetime."
Jiang Fan was completely baffled. After hesitating for two seconds, he looked at the fat man.
"Has your companion bumped his head before? Or was he just released from a mental hospital?"
Fatty "..."
That's incredibly bold!
You're probably the only one in the world who would dare to talk about his ancestor like that. Anyone else would have been beaten to a pulp long ago!
But then again, he's not stupid. Judging from the old woman's expression and what she said, could it be—this person is that person?!
No way?!
"Click click click!"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, his molars were practically grinding to powder, and his eyes were so red they seemed to be spitting fire.
How dare you steal my woman! You're asking for death!
With a flick of his wrist, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice retrieved a golden arrow from his spatial ring.
Upon seeing this, the faces of the black-robed figures around them changed drastically.
I never expected the Holy Son to be willing to use it!