The beaten Peter turned into black smoke again. These black smoke condensed into several sickle weasels and fluttered their wings on the ground.


    Peter''s laughter came from the air.


    His figure appeared in the sky, and at the same time, a pair of huge black meat wings grew behind him, just like the sickle weasel wings magnified countless times.


    "That guy," Taoist Qu murmured, looking at Peter in the air, "does have some skills."


    In the case of being injured, Peter can still make fun of the people who come to hunt him. If he starts harder, maybe these people have become corpses lying on the ground.


    But Peter doesn''t like to kill people indiscriminately. Even though these people have shown great hostility to him, he still doesn''t want to kill them.


    Peter took a look at the people on the ground, flapped his wings behind him and flew away.


    He''s really hurt a lot, and this battle will cost him a lot. He has to go back to the stronghold of black tower quickly, and then heal himself. Among the eleven disciples of the wizard king, one of them specializes in healing witchcraft. If you can get his help, maybe you can keep your arm.


    Peter scattered a small part of the witchcraft energy, and let it attach to his wound to help stop bleeding. He only knows a little about how to use witchcraft energy to heal, and now he can''t concentrate.


    Peter''s wings slowed down behind him and he fell from the air. When he landed, the pair of black wings behind him disappeared.


    Now he has no way to control those sophisticated witchcraft.


    Peter is walking on his legs. He doesn''t know if the men in black are coming. If they still don''t give up, he probably won''t be able to escape again.


    The blood stained half of Peter''s skirt. Now he can''t be as calm as before.


    Why haven''t the supporters come yet? Peter walked on the ground with difficulty. What''s wrong with the little sickle weasel?


    Once the sickle weasel is too far away from his position, Peter will not be able to control them well. In addition, his current state has fallen to the bottom, and it is very likely that the little sickle weasel has not sent the information for help.


    Peter frowned at the thought.


    Although we have been temporarily out of danger, the current situation is still not optimistic, and the enemy is likely to reappear.


    What worries Peter even more is that the other party is likely to be hunting for the wizard in the black tower. From the information they have about the wizard, the opponent may have been hunting many times. And heita didn''t know anything about it.


    Peter began to recall the wizards who had not heard back these days.


    Because most of the witches are in their own activities, unless they are responsible for the same work, there will be little contact between them, so Peter can''t be sure who has been hunted at this time. But to be sure, the black tower is now crumbling. This is the reason why Peter did not choose to take the path, but walked back along the road. He must inform his tutor, the king of greed and sickle weasel, of what happened today as soon as possible.


    At this time, a white van came towards him.


    Peter stopped and put the energy in his hand. Although the car is likely to be just a passer-by, he still needs to be careful.


    The white van stopped in front of him.


    Peter took a deep breath. It seems that his disaster is not over today.


    The door of the van opened and a tall young man stepped out. The young man was wearing a big coat with short white sleeves, which was totally different from those in black.


    Peter didn''t let down his guard. He watched the tall man carefully.


    "Are you, are you, Mr. Peter?" The man seems to be stuttering.


    "Who are you?" Asked Peter suspiciously.


    "I, I am Dashan." Dashan introduced himself to Peter, "it''s Ann and Mr. Andre. He and he sent me to meet you!"


    It''s hard to listen to Dashan, but Peter''s self-cultivation is very good. Although his wound is still reminding him with pain, he doesn''t show any impatience.


    "Great." Peter said with a smile, "thank you very much." It seems that the little sickle weasel has completed its task well and has been accepted by his companions. Now Peter is safe and at ease.


    "Come on, get in the car!" Dashan said to Peter.


    Peter got in the car.


    There were still several young people sitting in the carriage, all of whom seemed to be brothers brought by Dashan.


    After Dashan got on the bus, the van started.


    In the car, Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He concentrated all his witchcraft energy on his wound. Although he is not proficient in healing witchcraft, he can still slowly repair his damaged body.


    The other young people in the carriage looked at him in silence. Peter didn''t mind their eyes. Maybe they just looked at themselves with curiosity. Now Peter''s mind is completely relaxed. He''s been tight for a long time. It''s time to have a rest.The speed of the van was not fast, but it also took the people safely back to the city, and the people in black didn''t catch up.


    Peter put his head on the window, and now he''s completely safe. If other people in the car want to talk to him, he won''t mind, but they don''t say a word all the way, including the driver and Dashan on the co pilot. The atmosphere in the carriage was a little stiff, but soon they were going back to the stronghold of the black tower.


    Peter is going to see the wizard King directly and report to him what happened to him today.


    Just as the van passed an alley, it stopped.


    Peter looked up at the driver in front of him.


    The driver opened the door and went down. Is there something wrong with the car? Peter can''t help guessing. It''s not far from the stronghold of the black tower, and it won''t take long to abandon the car and walk.


    Then Dashan, the co driver, got out of the car. The boys sitting in the car with Peter also opened the door and walked down from the car one after another.


    "What happened?" Peter asked, but no one answered. Peter had no choice but to follow him out of the car.


    After getting off the bus, he saw that Dashan and his younger brother were standing in neat rows.


    "What''s the matter?" Peter continued.


    "Big brother Peter." A familiar voice sounded behind Peter.


    "Andre!" Peter turned his head happily. It was Andre standing behind him.


    "Andre, are you here to meet me?" Peter asked with a smile.


    Andrea nods to Peter, then opens his hands and hugs him.


    Peter responds to Andre with a hug. In the embrace, Peter carefully staggered his right shoulder, so as not to get blood on Andre''s clothes.


    But Andre didn''t care about the bloodstain on Peter. He was smiling and even his eyes were moist.


    He patted Peter on the back with his palm.


    "Brother Peter!" Andre said, "you''re back at last!"


    In the palm of Andre''s hand, a blue flame was burning.