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"Nonsense!"

Molda instinctively countered.

"How can the Sirian, who grew up with his War Pet, not know what his War Pet is talking about?"

"On the other hand, you are just a mere beast tamer. How can you be confident that you can understand their language?"

However, she pressed her middle finger to her lips and hissed softly.

"Are you sure you won't let me try?" An indescribable feminine charm unconsciously seeped out between his teeth. Seeing this, the infuriated Molda froze for a moment. His eyes flickered for a moment before he pointed to his wolf and asked.

"Then do you know the names of each of my two battle pets?"

"Wind and Sharp Blades!"

"That's Gale, which is Sharp Blade?" Morda asked again.

Then, she stretched out her bare feet and used her feet to tease the yellow browed wolf. The yellow browed wolf obediently hid its head under the feet of Ink Flame and miserably howled.

Ink Yan then confirmed, "It is a gale", turned to point at the forehead, "then it must be a sharp blade."

At last Morda changed his mind and withdrew his hand.

"So you actually know the language of the wolves."

Ink Yan said a few more words in a routine manner. It was number three in the world.

The main point of the conversation had finally returned to the battle pet's chat.

"Then, 49, I'll give you a chance to tell me what my War Pet was saying."

Molda didn't even blink as he looked at Ink Yan, his eyes filled with a strong sense of oppression.

"If you're right, I'll let you choose your position. "If it's not right..."

Ink Yan looked straight into his eyes, there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"General, how can you guarantee fairness? One had to know that there was no third servant who understood the language of wolves. If you say one thing, I mean another. It would be bad if no one would give in. "

Morda nodded. He had to admit that he was very angry at her beatings, and had inadvertently overlooked a lot of details. This created a possibility that he might wrongly accuse his subordinates. Lesson 49 It was important to know how to respect yourself, but it was not worth it to ignore your own image in the eyes of the other servants.

After a moment's thought, Molda decided to give up the initiative.

"Then what do you want?"

"Ink Flame suggested quickly." Why don't we each choose a battle pet to stand on our side? Ask each other questions. If he guessed correctly, he would make the pet stand still. If he couldn't guess correctly, he would have the pet walk up to the other party. "How about it?"

Good!

Without much thought, Molda immediately agreed.

"..."

As a result, less than a minute later, the scene was split into two groups once again.

On one side was Ink Yan, who stood at the end of the green brick walkway with the yellow browed wolf in front of him.

On the other side, less than ten meters away, stood Morda. He was carrying another blade.

"Because you thought of this method, then I'll let you ask the questions first."

Facing the first question of the test, Molda decided that no matter what, the War Pet would never betray him.

Ink Yan was waiting for this chance!

"Then I'll ask first."

"Sharp Blades, were you complaining that the wind had caught up with your beloved female wolf just now?"

Molda looked down at his forehead. He raised his head, but his gaze remained unchanged. The whole wolf had no intention of getting up.

It should be the truth.

However, Molda did not know why Ink Yan wanted to start with this. He felt that he needed to know the connection between this question and the one about the wolf betraying him.

Thus, Molda quickly made the most likely guess about the two wolves' bite.

"Gale, did you not want to fight with Sharp Blades earlier?"

The wind that was squatting in front of her feet showed a face that was as stable as Mt. Tai. He had no intention of getting up.

Seeing this, Molda couldn't help but laugh. The smile on his face was imprinted into the shadows, and an inexplicable chill came over him.

Wasn't it normal for two good brothers who grew up together to make trouble for a spouse?

"What makes you call their private behavior a betrayal of me?"

Ink Yan did not answer, but kicked the crouching wind, throwing out a sentence.

"Hey, Gale!" Honestly, did it tell you to scram when you were hit by the blade just now? Because you already have a beauty, so you're not fit to follow the general anymore? "

The smile at the corner of Molda's mouth was even more eerie.

Even if his own wolf didn't speak, they still understood each other. As for 49, so what if he knew the language of wolves? Without his permission, how could he control his own pet?

But a miracle had happened!

The wind that was sitting like a stone block suddenly shook its ears and quickly jumped up from the ground! He looked at himself with a puzzled expression and then turned around to look at Ink Yan.

Ink Yan smiled as she walked forward, encouraging with a harmless look on her face.

"Gale, good kids can't lie."

"I clearly heard what you said just now. You wanted to report that its master's sharp blade framed you, but in the end, I saw it attack its master first!"

Molda's face was still filled with disbelief!

Make it up!

Hurry up and make it up!

It didn't matter if the plot was reasonable!

Following again!

One step!

Two steps!

"..."

Molda was surprised to see Gale walking towards him!

Step by step, slow down! But it did not stop! His two green eyes were filled with emotions, such as guilt and regret, and also indescribable grief and indignation. It was as if he was hinting at something.

An uncanny illusion welled up in Morda's mind.

49 Did it threaten my wolf? But on second thought he denied it.

The wolf was the bravest and most determined War Pet he had ever known. The wolf that had grown up with him was even more ferocious. What kind of life and death arena had he not seen before? Afraid of a little boy who didn't even wear shoes?

No! Molda quickly recalled something! He looked at his bare feet again.

49 He had previously revealed that he had a habit of putting the king's urine on his shoes to intimidate beasts. Would he?

However, Morda once again overturned his deductions.

Where Ink Yan had just walked, half a dry footprint was clearly left on the road.

So what if the beast king was strong? Could the smell of the water be used to wash it away?

"General, are you still going to continue the next game?"

While Molda was thinking, Ink Yan, who was standing across from him, asked with a smile.

At this point in the game, Molda had completely lost all interest! I'll believe you for the time being! He turned his head and kicked the sharp blade in his foot, saying angrily, "If you eat this useless vinegar again, be careful that I don't castrate you, so that you can go back to Mingyue Pavilion to rest."

As for Rong Hua, who had almost been attacked, he stood to the side and watched from the start to the end. After the crisis was resolved, Mo Yan personally walked up to her and told her not to do this anymore.

"Moorda's wolves eat human flesh. And very casual. If you disobey him, it will most likely end badly for you. "

This was a rare good intention from Mo Yan. Just to reduce the incidence of accidents.

Who would have thought that Rong Hua would be standing in the darkness with his bare arms, spitting at her.

"Who wants a person like you to meddle in other people's business?!"

"How many good things are in the hands of someone like you who doesn't know better!"

He turned his head and carried his skirt that had already been ripped open as he walked into the backyard and disappeared like a proud peacock.