The Witch Who Fell from the Sky: The heroine is going crazy and killing again!

Chapter 430 Encounter

For the next period of time, everyone tacitly chose to avoid anything related to other "people". But things don't always go as planned, and the more you don't want something, the more it will happen. Soon, the two teams collided head-on.

"So, you are here..."

Tang Jiayuan tossed the dice in his hand with a sinister expression. Not long ago, there were six people in the team, but now there are only four people left.

"What do you mean?" Ye Minglan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Have you been looking for us?"

Jin Zhuliu's mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc: "Ye Minglan, stop pretending to be so high and mighty! Why didn't you act so hypocritical when you slaughtered your fellow disciples?"

The remaining two people who were traveling with them also looked at them with hostility: "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Ye, who has always been gentle to others, would be so cruel to his fellow disciples!"

"Fortunately, this is just a simulated secret realm. If it were a real ancient battlefield, we would have been killed long ago!"

Ye Minglan frowned and explained: "That was not me, but..."

"It wasn't you?" Tang Jiayuan snorted and interrupted him: "So many of us saw it with our own eyes, could it be fake?"

"You saw it with your own eyes? Does seeing it mean it's true? This is an ancient battlefield. There are so many things that you have never heard of. How can you be sure that the man is really your cousin?"

Bai Sinan looked at him coldly: "How dare you blame others when you let your teammates serve as pathfinders?"

Tang Jiayuan narrowed his eyes upon hearing this: "Are you spying on us?"

"Surveillance?" Bai Si Nan crossed his arms and said lazily, "I just happened to see you. Is there anything worth us monitoring?"

"You little bitch, I advise you to be more restrained in your words!" Jin Zhuliu's eyes were filled with anger: "Don't think that you are invincible just because Ye Minglan and Bai Qi are protecting you. You are not qualified to talk to us like this!"

"I'm not qualified?" Bai Si Nan suddenly chuckled, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Whether I am qualified or not is not up to you to decide!"

Before he could finish his words, a sharp blade formed by condensed spiritual power came through the air. Jin Zhuliu didn't even have time to react. A strand of broken hair fell down slowly, and a scratch of neither deep nor shallow appeared on the side of his neck, and blood was gushing out.

Ye Minglan waved the folding fan in his hand calmly and said, "You two are really blind. When has my cousin ever needed our protection? She has always taken care of us."

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Tang Jiayuan suddenly raised his hand to signal Jin Zhuliu to step back, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at Bai Sinan: "Interesting... It seems that we all underestimated you."

His fingertips gently stroked the golden dice on his waist, and his tone suddenly became meaningful: "But... who can survive in the ancient battlefield until now without some skills?"

Bai Sinan keenly noticed that when Tang Jiayuan was talking, the dice was glowing a strange red light. She took a half step back calmly and whispered, "Be careful, there's something wrong with his dice."

Ye Minglan nodded imperceptibly, and folded his fan shut with a snap. "Tang Jiayuan, since everyone knows the truth, why don't we speak frankly? What do you want?"

Jin Zhuliu covered the wound on his neck and smiled sinisterly: "What do you want? Of course, blood debt must be paid with blood!"

He raised his hand, waved his blood-stained fingertips in the air, and a dark red spell quickly took shape in the air: "Since you don't want to drink my toast, let's go to hell together!"