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MTL - The Puppeteer of Academy City-Chapter 61 Silver Yao
The "big man" puppet took advantage of his height and arm length, grabbed the big Xia dragon bird and swung it upwards. From the shape point of view, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow is a short sword, but it can't stand it. It is a giant-sized short sword, so the attack range is large enough.
The "vampire" puppet screamed, and two streams of silver-white smoke were ejected from the wounds at the root of its legs, pushing it back and leaping upwards, barely avoiding the attack of the big summer dragonfinch.
However, the crotch was still cut by the saber energy aroused by the famous sword.
Fortunately, it's not human...Ling Xingye couldn't help raising his brows when he saw this scene.
After failing to succeed in two consecutive blows, the fashionable girl who fell from the sky began to look irritable.
Especially when seeing the "vampire" puppet ejecting silver smoke, the gorgeous face is almost so gloomy that water can be squeezed out.
She looked through the sunglasses and worriedly looked at the boy who fell on the ground.
Of course, Ling Xingye couldn't see the other party's eyes. At this time, he had already taken the opportunity to connect the silk thread left on the "vampire" puppet.
"One more knife!" he yelled at the fashion girl.
At the same time, manipulate the silk thread to trap the wings of the "vampire" puppet and pull it down.
The fashion girl's eyes lit up, and she swung the knife again without thinking.
With Ling Xingye's restraint, this knife finally completely chopped the "vampire" puppet into pieces.
The "big guy" smashed the remaining half of the head of the "vampire" puppet with his last foot, and the alley returned to peace.
"Are you a puppet master?"
"Thank you for saving my life!"
The fashion girl and Ling Xingye spoke at the same time.
"You are welcome…"
"Yes."
The two responded to each other together.
The fashion girl reached out and pressed Ling Xingye's topic: "Wait a minute, I'll ask first."
"Uh, okay."
She came to Ling Xingye and looked down condescendingly: "Which branch do you belong to? I remember that no commissioner was sent to this city, right?"
"Which one?" Ling Xingye was confused and thought about it carefully, "Let's be considered as a member of the Ling family class?"
There is no only one puppet master in this world, and there is a huge unified organization behind all the puppet masters—about this, Ling Xingye had already expected it.
After all, his main source of information came from a mysterious organization.
But Ling Xingye really doesn't know which part of this organization he belongs to... he doesn't even know whether he is a member of this organization or not.
He doesn't even know the name of this mysterious organization!
The only connection he has with this organization is probably that "he is also a puppet master".
The female puppet master who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes was obviously a member of that organization.
"Ling's class?" The fashion girl took off her sunglasses, leaned closer and looked at Ling Xingye carefully, "Could it be that you are Ling Xingye?"
Ling Xingye was surprised: "Yes, am I famous?"
After getting a lot of affirmation, the fashion girl suddenly became nervous: "Oops, you are not a real puppeteer yet."
"What do you mean?" Ling Xingye frowned and asked.
At this time, Ling Xingye suddenly felt a little strange, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't know if it was because of too much blood loss just now.
His face became even paler, and his breathing became more and more difficult.
At this time, no matter how dull Ling Xingye was, he realized that something was wrong with his body—and it was definitely not the simple reason of excessive blood loss.
"It seems that you are not a real puppet master..." The fashionable girl squatted down, her bright and energetic eyes looked straight at Ling Xingye, "So you are cursed."
"What...curse...curse..." Ling Xingye clutched his clothes tightly on his chest, breathing more and more difficult.
"It comes from our old enemy—the curse of the automatic puppet. We also call it the 'silver curse'. The main body is the smoke from the automatic puppet just now." The fashionable girl introduced carefully, taking off the ring on her right index finger, "Originally With me present, if the silver smoke spreads naturally, it will not cause pollution. But you were too close just now! The silver smoke has not had time to be purified, so you have suffered a curse."
"You... have... a way to save...!" Ling Xingye resisted the uncomfortable symptoms of chest tightness and dizziness, and tried his best to keep calm.
"Indeed." The fashion girl nodded, "Don't worry, I won't let you die for this reason."
After all, she frowned, and then made up her mind to bite the tip of her index finger hard.
Bright red blood dripped from the fingertips.
Then, the fashionable girl put her index finger to Ling Xingye's mouth: "Open your mouth."
"...?" Ling Xingye, who was already unable to speak, could only cast doubtful eyes.
"Don't you still feel bad?" The fashion girl said impatiently, "The antidote is my blood, one or two drops are enough."
Obviously I came to defeat the "vampire", but why did I end up sucking blood myself?
Ling Xingye couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. The intense pain in his body made him give up and continue to pursue the matter. No matter whether it is reliable or not, let's listen to the other party and give it a try.
So Ling Xingye leaned forward and took the index finger in his mouth.
"Hey! Who told you to **** it in!"
Ling Xingye was taken aback for a moment, but already instinctively sucked hard twice, and even licked the wound on his fingertips.
The other party exclaimed, quickly withdrew his fingers, stood up, took two steps back, and distanced himself from Ling Xingye.
"What are you doing, I'm going to spit blood into your mouth!"
"Sorry... I thought it was blood sucking." Ling Xingye quickly explained.
Then suddenly I found that I could breathe normally—the woman said her own blood was the antidote, but the effect was too fast!
The fashionable girl lowered her head and looked at her fingertips with a complicated expression: "Your tongue is wounded, and the blood directly melts into it, so the absorption will be faster. And from now on, you will never be cursed by the silver smoke again."
Ling Xingye nodded ignorantly, and then found that the wound on his back was itchy~www.novelbuddy.com~ reached out to touch it, and the scab had begun to heal.
The weakness from previous blood loss is also recovering rapidly.
"Is this also the effect of your blood?" Ling Xingye stood up from the ground, unable to hide the surprise in his heart, "This...is a real 'blood bottle'!"
"You're just getting a little bit of light, and it's far from the real 'Silver'!" The fashionable girl seemed to have a grudge in her heart, and said angrily, "To fight against automatic puppets that don't age or die, this kind of A degree of self-resilience is required."
"Don't be too complacent, little guy!" The fashion girl recalled her puppet and put on her sunglasses again, "Although you have experienced many battles, the enemies you faced before were just the lowest-level 'dolls', even Still weakened the low-end version of the Silver Curse."
"And today's end," she pointed to the pile of wreckage in front, "is the real enemy of our 'Baiyin'! You are still far behind!"
It seems that he suddenly became hostile to himself...but Ling Xingye can also guess the reason.
But out of the dignity of a "puppet master", he still decided to make an excuse: "Today I am just because the sprites are not around."
"Oh, is that so?" The fashion girl pressed down her sunglasses and looked at him with stern eyes, "Then I look forward to your future performance, Ling Xingye!"
After all, the fashionable girl sat on the arm of her "big man" puppet, and the tall puppet showed flexibility that did not match its body shape, soaring into the air, and jumped back upstairs after a few leaps.
"By the way, what's your name?"
Ling Xingye asked loudly from below.
"Baiyin Yao!" After waiting for a few seconds, there was a leisurely response from the top of the building.