Overly outstanding things will arouse people's expectations of possession, and when the person who wants to possess it thinks that he has absolute force, and there is no law to restrain him, he can not be punished, then what will "people" do at this time...

Relying on his outstanding hearing, Yong Ye couldn't help shaking his head when he listened to the conversation behind him. With a sudden braking sound, the car in front was deliberately playing handsome. Get in and out of the car.

"Miss, please get in the car, and we'll take you to where you want to go - boy! Translate! Then get your dirty hands off!"

The Self-Defense Force soldier who fell in love with Jibril at first sight, Yubao Komatsu first whispered to Jibril, and then glared fiercely at Yong Ye, who in his mind wanted to eat swan meat.

"Lord Yong Ye, I always feel like he is being rude to you?"

"...No, it's nothing, he's just jealous that I have a good relationship with you."

Turning a deaf ear to the warnings and requests, Yong Ye simply touched Jibril's head, trying to appease her, narrowing her eyes. From experience, she must have wanted to kill the girl who disrespected him.

"Really? Hmm~ That seems to be good too."

Jibril also enjoyed this behavior, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her cat-like squinting eyes changed from cold to docile.

"You, you bastard! I said it all! Let go of you touching this lady's dirty hands!"

The expression of the Flügel girl was naturally seen by everyone, which made Komatsu Yubao unable to restrain his inner jealousy, and raised his gun at Yongye's head.

"—Go away! Or I'll kill you! I'll never warn you a second time!"

He doesn't want to pay attention to the military regulations anymore. He can get it easily, and he doesn't need to care about the identity gap. The beautiful girl who is still in love at first sight seems to have a very good relationship with people. His uncontrollable emotions make him jealous and want to shoot. , want to kill.

"...People who are not bound by the law are really scary, obviously I haven't said anything."

Knowing that this group of soldiers has such an attitude because there is no law to restrain them, and they despise the aboriginal people, Yong Ye just shook his head in a funny way, not knowing what to say about these people.

But maybe these few soldiers really felt that they had an absolute dominant position. When Yong Ye seemed to be in control of everything, he couldn't help pulling the trigger.

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet should have come out the moment the trigger was pulled...just...no sound.

"...What's going on? Is it stuck? But I haven't..."

Strangely bowed his head and looked at the gun, Komatsu Yubao found that his fingers, including the trigger, had disappeared, and his act of pulling the trigger was just his imagination.

"- Wow, ah? How, how ... What is going on ?! I am me, my finger ..."

Komatsu Yubao threw the unusable gun, held his hand, and cried out in disbelief.

"...Sure enough, I still have to do it at the end? Obviously I don't like killing people..."

"—You did it?! Do you know who we are?!"

Perhaps finally feeling the danger of Yongye, a group of soldiers stepped back several steps, pulling away and yelling at him.

"Someone dares to offend my monarch~ How dare you~!"

In the face of the reprimand, Yong Ye didn't do much, but Jibril tilted her head in displeasure and reached out to hold the black scythe constructed by the elf corridor in her body.

"Can you chop it off? Lord Yong Ye, can you chop off the heads of this group of thieves?"

When Jibril asked Yong Ye softly, the group of soldiers only felt that the air froze instantly.

The terrifying murderous aura made them unable to move, as if they had lost their minds and forgot to breathe, and the trousers instantly flowed down with heat.

When the other party was so frightened that he couldn't move, and even became incontinent because of Jibril's hundreds of years of fighting, Yong Ye didn't speak or pay attention to their distress.

After all, it is a troop that has not experienced true life and death, and is not tempered from blood and fire. It is very reasonable to encounter the sword created by the strongest **** to kill gods, so he just seems to be in He waved his hand casually as if chasing a guest.

Then, Jibril, who understood it, immediately started.

In just a moment, the girl wielding a sickle returned to Yongye's side. The soldiers did not feel her movement at all, so she let go of the sickle in her hand.

The soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces who were still standing before all knelt on the ground, lost their limbs and were brutally executed, but...

"...Why not beheaded? Don't you want to be beheaded?"

The wails and screams in his ears were simply ignored by Yong Ye, who was staring at all this indifferently, without any sympathy. This question was just curious why Jibril didn't follow her usual habit.

"If you kill it easily, isn't it meaningless to punish at all?"

"...Well, do whatever you want."

The person with the brain on the sperm is undoubtedly the object that Yong Ye hates the most. He does not have any sympathy for this kind of person, especially when the other party wants to kill him.

In this way, bypassing the **** Yong Ye and ignoring the soldiers who couldn't get up, Yong Ye boarded the light armored vehicle they drove, skillfully activated the armored vehicle of the Self-Defense Force, and took Jibril away, leaving behind. A bunch of executed Self-Defense Forces soldiers wailed there.

Yong Ye knows very well that those people will die if they leave it alone, and they will soon lose too much blood and die. Whether they die or not has nothing to do with him. He is too lazy to care about it. It doesn't matter, what if someone knows that Jibril did it?

Just before he went too far, he suddenly noticed that black smoke was rising above the forest in the distance.

Obviously there was a forest fire there, no, it didn't seem to be a simple forest fire. He raised his head and saw that above the flaming forest, there was a huge creature that seemed to have wings on a Tyrannosaurus, and was on the way. Throw flames to the ground.

"...Dragon of this world? What seems to be a fairy village burning?"

Yong Ye looked down and observed the forest where the flames were grilling with his perspective ability, and noticed a group of long-eared and forehead soul stones that were not enhanced by engraving techniques, elves in fantasy stories in a broad sense.

"Dragon essence? Burning spirits?"

Jibril, who was studying this armored vehicle, immediately looked at Yongye's line of sight when she heard the sound, but when she noticed the huge flame dragon, she looked at Yongye with a "You are here" Are you kidding me?" feeling.

"My monarch, Lord Yongye... That big bug's breath is so weak and its breath is so weak, how can it look like a dragon? Even the soldiers of the orc race can defeat it, right?"

"No... It's not a dragon spirit, it's just an ordinary dragon. You have to know that the dragon in the general world, or... the dragon in the ordinary world is not as perverted as the dragon spirit. It is centered on the present and spans the past and the future. Multi-dimensional life forms..."

"Oh~ it's an unobtained rare species again?!"

"...So, you're used to it..."

Seeing Jibril staring at the flame dragon with glowing eyes, Yong Ye knew that her headhunting habit had relapsed again, and couldn't help but sigh again.

"No, there are too many creatures from other worlds that I can't collect. This time I want to keep that flame dragon as a pet! Although it is smaller, and its strength is only a little bug, at least it has the name and appearance of the dragon. , it might be good to be a pet! How about it? Is it possible?"

Jibril faced Yongye with a very sweet smile, hoping for permission.

"I heard that having a pet can cultivate one's sentiments and make people more gentle, so let's do whatever you want..."

"Then~ I'll go back when I go!"

After saying this, Jibril disappeared from the passenger seat on the side, spread out her wings and appeared above the huge flame dragon by moving in space, like a disobedient puppy, and patted it gently.

Bang!

Before Yan Long understood what was going on, he fell from the sky as if he had been hit hard, and smashed into the sea of ​​​​fire.