After all, the fat man had managed to contract Four Star demon beast with only the strength of Late-Stage First Rank.
Thinking of this, the Little Turtle's gaze fell on Wang Yao, who was currently disciplining the Holy Son and beating up the black-robed men.
He thought to himself: I knew it! He could never be my master. If he really were, I would pluck all the hairs off my head!
After consuming large quantities of Body Restoration Pill, Jiang Fan's injuries have recovered considerably.
I just feel a little sorry for all the Body Restoration Pill Body Restoration Pill 've consumed; their value is no less than that of Qi and Blood Raw Stone.
In just a short while, he ate hundreds of them. If I calculate it carefully... well, I'd better not, the more I calculate, the more my heart aches.
I wonder if Wang Yao and Fatty will ask him for it back later.
I have nothing, I have no pills, but I can take your life.
Besides, if Wang Yao and the Little Turtle hadn't teamed up to injure him first, and then Wang Yao hadn't held him tightly, causing him to lower his guard, he wouldn't have been so badly injured, or perhaps he wouldn't have been hurt at all.
So, all those Body Restoration Pill he just ate can be considered as something they owe him.
"Cough cough."
Jiang Fan cleared his throat and looked at the Little Turtle, saying, "I'm almost fully recovered. Why don't you go help your master?"
"Owner?"
Upon hearing this address, the Little Turtle was taken aback at first, but then immediately understood who Jiang Fan meant by "master."
"She is not my master. I, Lord Turtle, have only one master in this lifetime."
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression.
He had assumed Wang Yao was the Little Turtle's owner, but little did he know that its owner was someone else entirely.
Of course, this matter has nothing to do with him.
He had absolutely no interest in finding out who the Little Turtle's owner was.
It has nothing to do with him.
"Now that you're almost fully recovered, there's no need for me to protect you anymore. I'm going to help her."
After saying that, the Little Turtle left without hesitation and rushed towards the battlefield.
Wang Yao frowned slightly as she watched it approach.
"Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to stay and take care of your master?"
The Little Turtle resisted the urge to roll its eyes.
"I just tested him; he's not the master."
"Impossible! It is him."
Wang Yao said firmly.
"Really! I tested him. I asked him what happened to that Big Black, and he said he didn't know, that it was like that before the contract was made."
"What Big Black? Where did this Big Black come from?" Wang Yao was completely confused.
"Pah! Pah! It was that guy who led me astray. Not the Big Black, but the big yellow dog. And about that Spirit Weapon, I asked him how he removed the refining mark, and he said it had nothing to do with him and he didn't know. Also, I asked him if he had tried to contract a batch of One Star- or Two Star- star demonic beasts a month ago, and he said no. So he's not my master, you've mistaken me for someone else."
"Do you know why he wears a mask?" Wang Yao asked.
"Ah?"
The Little Turtle was taken aback, wondering why Wang Yao had suddenly asked that question.
But I still asked.
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't want people to know his identity."
"Ah?"
The Little Turtle blinked, still unable to understand Wang Yao's meaning.
"Then what?"
"And then?" Wang Yao rolled her eyes.
"Isn't it obvious? He doesn't want his identity to be discovered, so from the beginning he pretended not to know you or me, and even attacked us. To completely absolve us of any suspicion, he even pretended to be injured by you. So, do you think he'll answer your questions honestly?"
The Little Turtle has tiny eyes, but a big question mark in them.
That makes a lot of sense.
That's not how it works, is it?
"Listen to me, he really isn't. If he were, I could—"
The Little Turtle was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a loud shout from the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
"You all just wait, one day I will make you regret what you have done today!"
After the Holy Son of the Church of Justice screamed hysterically, a purple-gold wooden plaque suddenly appeared in his hand, with dark red patterns engraved on it.
With his vast knowledge, even Little Turtle instantly recognized that the Holy Son of the Church of Justice held a teleportation talisman.
He's trying to escape!
"I know!"
Wang Yao recognized him immediately.
"You think you can just run away after hurting him? Leave your life behind!"
As the words fell, the whip in his hand lashed out at the face of the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
"Smack!"
It was unclear whether the sound was from a whip striking a face or from the Holy Son of the Church of Justice crushing a talisman.
A few breaths later, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice suddenly appeared dozens of miles away from the Zhou Family.
"Ahhh--"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice covered his face with his hands, screaming in agony.
Just moments before, in the instant of teleportation, Wang Yao's whip still landed squarely on his face.
His face was burning with pain, so he quickly took out a mirror.
When I saw myself in the mirror, the new whip marks intersected with the previous ones, forming a large X.
"No!"
"No!!"
"No!!!"
Each cry was more pitiful than the last.
My face!
My face has changed so much!
"That damned, filthy woman! I'll kill her!"
"No! Once I catch her, I'll make her wish she were dead! Wished she were dead! Aaaaaah!"
"And that thief who stole my Spirit Weapon! I'll tear him to pieces! I'll cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the demon beasts!"
Within the secret realm.
The Little Turtle looked at the whip in Wang Yao's hand, recalled the scene from just now, and couldn't help but smack its lips.
"That Holy Son of the Church of Justice is definitely disfigured."
"Serves him right! Daring to impersonate him and hurt him, if he didn't have that trump card to save his life, I would have made sure he couldn't be a man!"
Upon hearing Wang Yao's words, the Little Turtle instinctively retracted its legs back into its shell.
Wang Yao glanced at the trembling black-robed crowd, her eyes filled with disdain, as if they were ants.
"You can take care of the rest; I'll go look after him."
After saying that, she put away the whip, brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and her indifferent and disdainful gaze instantly filled with tenderness as she turned away.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned icy cold when he saw that the spot where Jiang Fan had been sitting was empty.
Without any hesitation, I grabbed the tuft of hair on the Little Turtle's head.
"Where is he? Where did he go?!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go! Let go!"
"I'm asking you! Where did he go?!"
Seeing the morbid madness on Wang Yao's face, the Little Turtle forgot all about his Yingjun little braid and swallowed hard in fear.
"I don't know, he was still there when I arrived."
Wang Yao increased the pressure in her hand, her beautiful eyes narrowing until they almost disappeared.
"Gulp!"
The Little Turtle swallowed hard. "Don't, don't get excited, he's really not my owner, he—"
"It is him!"