How To Escape From a Yandere [Quick Wear]

Western Fantasy (5)

Qin Li was thrown to the ground, and then he saw the vines growing wildly behind the place where he had just stood.

"Caranhir? Why are you here?" Qin Li rubbed the back of his head that had hit the ground, and looked at the silver-haired shot lying on his body with some confusion.

"I'm not too worried about you." Caranhir said in a low voice.

Qin Li helped him stand up and sighed: "What can you do if you are so young...Forget it, since you are here, you have to protect yourself."

Caranthir nodded, "I will."

But speaking of which, if Caranthir hadn't come, wouldn't he have been forced to be brainwashed = =, this dark god is so despicable! He actually played the trick of sneak attack from behind! Deserve no cp.

Seeing that his sneak attack was unsuccessful, Heimao sneered disdainfully, "It's a pity that it didn't succeed."

"Don't you feel ashamed! As a part of the Dark God, you actually do such a despicable thing!" Qin Li gritted his teeth.

"What?" Heimao raised his eyebrows, "Dark God? Who is that?"

"Eh...?" Qin Lim was silent. Doesn't this black man know that he is actually the spirit body of the dark god... Then did he say something extraordinary?

"You seem to know something?" Heimao looked at Qin Li with interest. The black mist slowly condensed into a sickle in his hand, "But... you still have to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sickle shrouded in black mist swept towards this side.

This scythe looks very wrong... Qin Li didn't believe that his magic could deal any blow to Heimao, so he turned sideways to avoid the scythe's attack.

But the moment the scythe approached him, the black mist suddenly swelled.

Qin Li: "..." He actually forgot that this sickle was transformed from black mist. It's definitely over now! I don't know how many points it costs to resurrect in the game...

While Qin Li was feeling heartbroken over the points, Carancier, who was originally standing behind Qin Li, suddenly stood in front of him.

The moment the black mist touched Caranthil, it quickly turned into a sharp blade and cut through the skin, but strangely it did not make any sound, nor did it shed a drop of blood.

Qin Li watched this scene with helpless eyes, and when Caranthir's body softened, he suddenly hugged him.

"What did you do to him?" Qin Li looked at the black-haired young man angrily.

"What do you think I did?" The black-haired young man put away his scythe, "You can guess it right away, right?"

"Caran Hill..." Qin Li comforted himself in his heart. Caran Hill has the male protagonist's halo to protect his body, and he will definitely not be brainwashed by that black hair.

Caranthir slowly opened his eyes, and his originally silver eyes gradually became colored like black mist.

Qin Li: "...!!" The situation looks very bad.

Suddenly remembering that he still had ten bottles of holy water, Qin Li quickly took out one bottle, pulled out the stopper and poured it into Caranthir's mouth.

After drinking the holy water, Caranthil coughed suddenly, his face wrinkled up, and he looked very painful.

"It's useless." The black-haired young man laughed as if he was watching a good show, "Do you think that inexplicable water will still be useful? It will only make him more miserable."