Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 232: Conjecture about Wen Li

It is not only used for daily assistance, but can also offset danger at critical moments.

Is the price to offset the danger an innocent life?

Wen Li, you...

Artborg silently pulled out his arm, and thick yellow-white mucus slid down his fingers and slowly drifted into the sea.

"Gululu——"

The huge eyeball rolled a few times in the eye socket, and more and more mucus gushed out. The translucent tissue squirmed and merged into a net-like thing, trying to fill the hole.

However, Artborg did not intend to let it go. The sharp blade was covered with a layer of frost. The tip of the sword probed into the gap, perfectly fitting the eye socket, and dug out the eyeball intact.

The eye sockets without eyeballs became limp and loose, and the black arms hidden in the eyelids were exposed in the sea water, swaying weakly with the current.

Has it already absorbed Moshe into its body? Artbolg stared at the pool of rotten flesh and raised his sword to chop it down vertically.

"Ouch!" The monster's familiar cried out in pain, and the entire neutral water area trembled.

A blue light flashed, with silver frost wrapped around the edges, extending rapidly from one point to all directions, dividing the area into four distinct areas in the shape of a cross.

Although the speed and power of the sword energy in the water were weakened, it also increased its dullness, forming an imperfect cross-section.

Imagine what would happen if you used a knife that was as sharp as a knife and a rusty knife to process food.

This is undoubtedly a torture for the monsters and familiars.

It seemed to stop moving, then sank a little, and the cry was still strange.

Not here either.

Going further inward will reach the core.

Artborg moved his fingers slightly, pushing away the filth that blocked his vision.

Is that the only way to do it?...

The originally clean waters were turned dirty and messy. Tianya narrowed her eyes slightly, unable to bear to look at it.

In her opinion, Artbolg's expression was now so calm that it was a little scary, like a sign before a storm.

How powerful is this man? The monsters had to be cut open in front of him.

"Princess, look."

Tianya looked in the direction of Xingzhi's finger, her eyes changed from confusion to suspicion, and finally to disbelief.

Why does the monster's body glow?

what is that?

Something like ice crystals were stuck between its newly grown scales, with thin ice-blue threads connected at the ends, crisscrossing and woven into a giant web.

As soon as the monster moved, the thin wire would embed into its body, scraping off its scales and flesh.

Tianya thought back to what happened just now and didn't notice when Artborg had set up all these.

"Thanks to him, we can stay here safely. We must thank him after we return."

No wonder his father admired him and handed over half of his command to him.

Xingzhi nodded, indicating his full agreement.

At this moment, inside the monster's familiar's body, Mo Xie leaned against the soft inner wall, looking at the young man with blue hair and silver eyes with a little apology.

"I'm sorry to bother you after all, Bellion."

Bellion knelt on one knee in front of him, with a slight smile on his face. "It is my honor to be summoned by you."

Influenced by him, Mo Xie also smiled and patted the place beside him.

When he was in Tang Sect, he said that he would not summon Bellion again, but he didn't expect that he would break his promise so soon.

Getting closer and closer to the truth of the world, how could he possibly lose his life here?

Bellion sat down next to Moshe and gently lifted his wrist as he had done before. "Excuse me."

Feeling the warm power flowing through his body, Mo Xie closed his eyes and recalled what had just happened in his mind.

The spirit fetus was suppressed by the power of the Sea-Suppressing Stone, and the body's defense mechanism was lifted. The three forces collided in his body, and he was unable to resist the magic power.

But an accident happened at this moment. He was pulled to the side of Marquis Mackintosh by a red rope and was swallowed by the monster's familiar instead.

If Bellion hadn't protected him, he would have exploded and died by now.

The face of Art Bolg appeared in Moshe's mind, his slightly widened eyes, and a quick flash of panic.

The Marquis of Mackintosh also looked surprised, it couldn't have been him who did it.

Judging from his personality, he would not keep things of unknown origin and unclear function around him.

Was it given to him by someone he trusted, or did he simply not care?

Suddenly, Mo Xie's fingers moved slightly and his breathing stopped for a moment.

The warm current concentrated in his chest, and the wound pierced by the hook blade felt itchy and swollen.

Fresh blood soaked into the blood scab, reopened the wound, and then gently caressed the flesh so that it could heal completely from the inside out.

"It's okay, you'll be fine soon."

A big warm hand covered his head, trying to soothe him and ease his pain.

Mo Xie slowed down his breathing, his consciousness lingering at the boundary between reality and the spiritual world.

He had a feeling that if he opened his eyes now, he might never see Bellion like this again.

"You're doing great."

The low and gentle voice echoed in his ears, and Moshe subconsciously turned his wrist, closed his fingers, and held Bellion's wrist.

There is no doubt that Bellion's true identity is related to God.

Why does he know me?

Why would they speak in this tone of an elder addressing a younger person?

Is my coming into this world related to him?

Moshe opened his eyes, "Bellien." He called his name and moved closer to him.

"What kind of person do you think Winry Bistall McIntosh, the mistress of Fort McIntosh, is?"

Bellion lowered his eyes and stared at Moshe, supporting his waist with his hands to make him more comfortable.

“She is from this world.”

"You know what I really want to know."

Bellion listened to his breathing and chose to remain silent.

Moshe had long been accustomed to Bellion's silence. "Then let me change the question. Does she really love Marquis Mackintosh?"

"Love, everlasting love." Bellion's answer was more certain than ever before.

Mo Xie was silent for a moment, "Really? I understand." Then he stood up with the help of the inner wall and moved his body around briefly.

He had doubted the identity of the Marchioness more than once.

The Marchioness and Victoria looked very similar, with little difference except for the color of their eyes.

Bellion would not lie to him, so the Marquise in this world and Victoria, his enemy in his previous life, should be two independent individuals.

But... I always feel like something is not right.

After spending some time with the Marquis of Mackintosh, Moshe found that he was a very easy person to understand.

He didn't like to wear jewelry and the only thing on his body was a ribbon to tie up his long hair.

He believed in his own strength, but was also very cautious. Everyone in the expeditionary corps was equipped with functional magic tools, except him.

It's not that he is not good at speaking, but he is more willing to have meaningful communication with others.

Did the red string come from the Marquise? Very likely.

Does the Marquise know the true use of the red string? Probably she does.

In her expectation, was the shield the mermaid or me?

Mo Xie's eyes darkened, "It's time to leave here."

A familiar magic was approaching them, carrying with it a strong fishy smell, as disgusting as its owner.

Moshe took a step forward, but Bellion suddenly squatted with his back to him, quietly waiting for something, the meaning of which was self-evident.

He smiled and said, "My body has recovered and the effect of the Sea-Suppressing Stone has disappeared. Let's go together."

"Okay." Bellion stood up calmly, keeping three steps away, and followed him.

Victoria loves to play tricks.

When she was still a sage, she liked to set up magic in the bodies of her familiars.

Now he has inexplicably been given the title of Holy Envoy and has become even more unscrupulous.

In this area alone, Moshe sensed two high-level control magics and one high-level attack magic.

Once they force their way through the familiar's body, these magics will be triggered in a chain reaction, and things will become even more troublesome.

The body of the monster familiar is like a ball of soft, smooth and very elastic jelly. Without magic power, it would be difficult for it to walk normally with only the moves mastered by Mo Xie.

Compared to Moshe, Bellion seemed much more relaxed, and even reached out to help him from time to time.

"right here."

Mo Xie stopped in front of a thick wall of flesh, and ten exquisite beads quickly drew a magic array, emitting dazzling light.