The tall gray wolf raised his head and howled at the moment of his freedom! In the depths beyond the altar, the Xiangshi seemed to hear that indescribable extension echo once.

Then the wolf swept the distance between it and the boy like lightning!

But when I approached and smelled the yellow liquid that had been flowing on the boy's body, I seemed to hesitate!

The hesitation of those gray wolves made Ning Yue feel alive, maybe, maybe there was really a providence that secretly took pity on her. But then everything changed too quickly, and the quiet altar remembered the strange sound, it was like a nightmare every moment, the completely unleashed gray wolf arbitrarily biting the body that had curled up.

And the poor man, who had only one breath left, couldn't even make a little scream.

The bite continued, and Ning Yue seemed to be able to feel the viciousness and explosion of the flesh under the sharp wolf fangs!

She suddenly felt Tetsuhyuk's face swirling in front of her, and in the shadows behind her, it seemed to be the wings of his face, and he was smiling at her, but in the next moment, black blood gushed out of every laugh line. And when he opened his mouth wide, a steady stream of black sludge spewed out, and it flowed down his body like that, but it didn't stop him from screaming at her, "It's all because of you!

She knew that the door was in front of her, but she suddenly ran behind her, and then saw the roof, which had been covered with strange runes, had become unusually soft, and seemed to be still full of moisture, and she continued to move forward, through the water vapor that hung down from the roof, and they were getting thicker and thicker, but when she looked up again, she still saw her brother's face from there, and still refused to forgive her anger, the only difference was that his face had been torn apart by anger, and the shriveled flesh was blown by the wind current surging in the water vapor, and the pieces seemed to be about to fall off, and then two large tooth holes that appeared on his cheeks. And his slurred voice was still a grudge against her, there were many, she couldn't hear clearly, only one sentence repeatedly echoed in her ear, "The feeling of being crushed by wolf teeth, you don't want to try it, right?"

She heard her own screaming and the face of his brother, who had been flowing in front of her in various shapes, as two pieces of dry skin fell off as her cry shed.

Then a pair of his eyes flew out, as if they were on her face at once, and then slowly melted into her flesh.

She quickened her pace and continued to run backwards, only to see black marks on the footprints left on the ground, and not only her footprints, but also extra long claws on her five toes. Draw long, thin lines on the ground as you run.

There were more symbols on the walls of the altar that appeared in the water vapor, but at this time, they no longer seemed to be just rigid and rigid, but became soft, and the next second they were soaked with vitality, and every sharp direction that constituted them turned into a flaming sword, so easily, slashing the water vapor. One by one, they stretched out in front of her.

And behind the vapor, she saw that the Khan was dressed in the glittering ring armor that had been preserved, and held his sword engraved with the head of a tiger in his hand, and then raised it high, but it was not a normal enemy who fell under his sword, their hair, their bodies, all the exposed skin of their bodies were covered with long white and gray hair, and with every movement of their eyes were the greed of darkness in full view, they roared in unison, and threw themselves at the Khan, quickly drowning him.

Even though the Khan was already in danger, she tried her best to run there. She screamed almost with the werewolves, lunging at the Khan, she was shouting something to him, but the last thing that escaped her lips was the ashes that had entered the illusion.

But the distance between them, which was constantly narrowed, was suddenly blocked by the raging flames. Countless flying stones seemed to whisper softly as they skimmed her cheeks, and she wanted to hear what it was, but the voice seemed to be enclosed in another space, only allowing her to see countless shapes and shapes, allowing her to feel that something was whispering from the khan's mouth. But as for the actual content, it seems that from the moment the Khan spoke, it was cut off, and their raging flames burned out together.

After that, she felt the flames break through the barrier and flow into her body, and when she looked back, she saw Tie He, who was burned to the point that only half of his husk remained.

She tried to rush forward and pounce on the flames that burned on him, only to find that the fire that had finally ignited the remaining half of his husk came from her fingertips.

She shouted, "Don't!" and opened her eyes to taste the blood in her mouth, gasping for breath, still repeating, "No! No......"

When she had some strength to look at her own place, she found that she was locked up in a strange and closed place, and if she looked up, she could see countless pendants fluttering high on the roof, and the wind that came in from nowhere blew them around.

"Where is this?" she coughed again.

"It's the altar!" the maidservant, who had already guessed what such an answer would bring, knelt beside her and replied with a shrunken back.

She moved her body slightly, and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

A feeling that something was wrong came to me. Something must have happened to her.

She looked at the servant's eyes, but the servant avoided her gaze, she wanted to raise her hand, take the hand's arm and force her, but found that she couldn't lift a trace of strength in her hand, so she could only lie on the bed and ask, "What is the final result......?" What happened to that boy, he, what the hell happened to him!"

The damn silence of the servant almost made Ning Yue, who was now weak and powerless, collapse.

The next moment, though, she was sure that she didn't need any answers. The chilling light in the maid's eyes had told her all. A hoarse pain ran in her throat, and all the tangles in her blood were brought to the top of her head, making her scream in pain, and she barely reached out to hold her forehead, only to realize that it had been bandaged. No wonder, no wonder about what happened at that time yesterday or a few days ago, when she couldn't figure it out. She only vaguely remembered the first bite of the gray wolf, and then everything that followed, whether his brother became the minced meat in the hungry wolf's mouth and was devoured as a meal, or whether God had blessed him and was rescued, all of this did not have the slightest impression in her mind. It seems that only this wound remains, and then she still does not know where it came from.

"Lie down! If the Great Khan can come back soon, we will have a chance!" the maid comforted softly! she slowly closed her eyes in this comforting voice, not really because of the submissive comfort......