Chapter 2668 Another Way

As a close friend, the King of the Forest is absolutely convinced by my words.

It strode closer, raised its paw, and slapped Mr. Taylor on both sides of his face.

Before the palm arrives, the wind arrives first.

The wind was like a knife, stinging his cheeks. The old man was shocked and turned pale. He roared and condensed the power of light green fading, which blocked the forest king's bear paws.

"You bastard! You're crazy!" The old man's eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "Why do you ask Duan Duan to slap me?"

Seeing that the old man spoke clearly and coherently, I suddenly realized: Meowing, you are in trouble! It turns out that the old man was just too excited and not crazy yet!

But he is not crazy, but I am going crazy!

Being tortured by Fan Jin, I always thought that the old man was overly surprised and crazy, but I didn't expect it. The fact was exactly the opposite of my imagination, which made it very difficult for me to handle.

Right now, the old man's eyes are red, and his gray hair and beard are flying in the wind. Looking at him almost collapsed, probably as soon as the king of the forest stops, he will rush up without hesitation and beat me half to death.

But I don’t want to get beaten!

Especially my starting point is good intentions.

Looking at the king of the forest who kept fighting to slap Taylor, and then looking at the old man who tried his best to dodge and resist in order not to be slapped, I hesitated for a long time and decided to stop this farce. But before that, I had to get ready—get ready to get beat up.

You definitely can't dodge an old punch. The degree of injury depends on the old man's mood, but judging from his current mood, he will probably beat the person's head into a pig's head.

But it's not bad, it's much better than having a person's head turned into a dog's head.

So I took a deep breath, looked up to the sky and yelled, "Stop!"

Hearing the roar, Taylor was the first to react and immediately stopped using his strength. However, due to his strong momentum and heavy inertia, the King of the Forest failed to stop the brakes and slapped the old man's right face hard with his bear's paw.

The old man's old face, although it had some age spots, was still handsome, and his face was immediately transformed after being photographed.

With tremendous force, he flew out in a whoosh, breaking six small trees one after another before stopping.

My heart was in knots, and I hurried over and saw the old man lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, groaning.

Seeing that his life was safe, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, the old man suddenly turned over with a kite, stood up from the ground, and ran in front of me with incredible speed.

All this happened so suddenly, I could only stare at him blankly.

The old man stared at me fiercely with eyes filled with monstrous rage. His eyes were like those of a detective with a high level of justice staring at a villain full of crimes.

Three seconds later, I timidly said, "Can you not slap me in the face?"

The old man sneered, raised his hand to hold my head, and pushed my shoulder with the other hand. I was immediately controlled by the huge force and turned one hundred and eighty degrees involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my buttocks, and I once again experienced the feeling of flying.

Being in mid-air, I couldn't help but sigh: The old man still cares about me, and he really didn't hit me in the face.

As soon as this idea solidified in my mind, I felt a blur in front of my eyes. At the same time, there was an indescribable soreness coming from my nasal cavity, and a lot of fine things were poured into my open mouth. .

What a meow!

This old man is very evil!

It's true that he didn't slap me directly, but made me fall face first on the ground!

He climbed up from the ground in embarrassment. As soon as he spit out the dirt and rotten leaves in his mouth, he felt two streams of heat flowing down his nose. When he reached out and touched it, he saw it was red.

I was about to curse, but I found that the old man was condensing a green halo to treat his bruised face, and I also found that there was blood in the old man's right nostril.

Seeing this, I lost the mood to blame him, picked up a handful of leaves, and wiped my face randomly.

Just because I don't have any thoughts of blaming doesn't mean others don't.

When the king of the forest saw that I was wronged but didn't say a word, he suddenly became angry, let out a roar, and pretended to slap the old man again before he would stop.

I quickly stopped it and took advantage of the opportunity to rub the nosebleed on it.

After a quick rub, my face was instantly clean. The remaining few wisps of dried blood would be cleaned by washing at the lakeside later.

However, Taylor relieved a lot of his energy through this kick and healed the injuries on his face. He came over to check my facial injuries again, only to find that the seemingly serious wounds had already scabbed over, and he worked hard towards healing.

"That's a soft kick," Taylor muttered with a pout, but still cast a healing spell on my face.

Seeing that he was treating me rather than being hostile to me, the Forest King gradually relaxed. He picked up the honey jar, brought it to me, and growled worriedly.

I was not polite, took the jar, and drank it all in one gulp.

In an instant, the aroma, sweetness, and hint of bitterness filled the mouth and occupied the taste.

After barely swallowing a mouthful of honey, I burped a honey-flavored burp and smacked my mouth, saying, "It tastes so complex."

When returning the jar, I suddenly remembered Taylor's reaction just now, so I asked in confusion: "Old man, what happened to you just now? Shake my shoulders hard, as if you were stunned?"

Hearing this, Taylor immediately reacted and said: "Speak carefully, why are you in a daze? I thought of another way to treat Beibei."

"Really?" I asked suspiciously, "What can I do?"

"Your blood" Taylor said, his expression serious, not like he was joking at all.

In disbelief, I frowned, looked at Taylor, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, now is not the time to joke!"

"Are you kidding?" Taylor looked at me and said calmly, "Do you think I'm joking?"

I held my chin and observed carefully for a while, then said, "The expression doesn't look like that."

"It shouldn't be that different," Taylor said, "I'm serious, bastard, your blood can indeed save Beibei."

"Give me a reason."

"I'll give you two reasons," Taylor said: "First, the cause of Beibei's illness is due to excess magic power in the body. If you can inject your blood into Beibei's body, absorb the excess magic power, and then pour it back into your body, In this way, Beibei will gradually recover."

"What about me?" My eyes twitched and my voice trembled: "What should I do?"

"You?" Taylor asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"I have absorbed all the excess magic power. Then, will it be my turn to suffer from excess magic power?"

"What are you thinking about? How could you get this disease?" Taylor looked at me like an idiot, which made me feel hurt.

"Please, old man, please use your wise head and think about it. My total magic power is only one hundred. How can I still be safe after absorbing so much magic power?"