Chapter 392 Her name is Secia (genuine version is on the starting point girls' network, ask for the starting point collection, ask for the starting point recommendation vote)
Le Shi said: "Please tell my parents, everything is fine with me, don't worry about me, I have enough ability to protect myself, there will be no danger, on this island, the temporary marshal will protect me because of interests." ”
Watari shook his head, not because he didn't want to tell her that her mother could see and hear about her current situation, but because time was limited, and there was no extra time for their mother and daughter to "meet" and express their affection and affection to each other.
"In this case, it is difficult for me to tell you that before entering your consciousness realm, I saw that your situation was very bad, and I am afraid that the word "well" cannot describe your current situation. "The Crossing Road.
Le Shi smiled: "This time is careless, there will be no next time, and I will be fine, I am hiding in the consciousness realm, just step up the healing, and I will recover soon." I don't want my parents to worry about me anymore, so please help me convey this white lie so 'truthfully'. ”
Dowager smiled noncommittally.
Feeling the pulling force of the blood line on his feet getting stronger and stronger, he said: "Then you take care, I can't stay for long, I hope you can really wait for the day when I come to pick you up." ”
"Wait. Seeing that the catastrophe was about to leave, Le Shi quickly said: "There is some information on Pirate Island, which may be useful to you. ”
The catastrophe was just about to turn back into the shape of the Yuan Infant state, the red blood line on the feet became more and more intense, and the strength was about to collapse, her time was really running out, but she still stopped and said: "You say!"
Leshi also saw that the situation was urgent, and sped up her words: "The witch who uses magic to control this pirate island, her name is Secia! There is civil strife on the pirate island, and the second largest captain in it, Captain Dudin, has 80,000 pirate troops and three witches of unknown strength under his command, and he has the possibility of seizing the throne. Because he is developing a cyborg, he must not be able to operate openly on the island, and the materials he needs will definitely be secretly transported in from outside the island, this is a clue, it may be a breakthrough, if the senior brother has a plan, this is an important breakthrough for them. ”
The tribulation nodded, and instantly turned into a one-foot-tall primordial infant state, and was pulled by the blood line on his feet and disappeared into the void.
Before disappearing, the catastrophe left a sentence: "This world does not belong to you, don't get too involved in the fate here, I am afraid that I will regret it." ”
The tribulation was pulled into the spatial rift, and the sky above the sea fluctuated slightly before returning to its original state.
The severed golden sunlight re-penetrated the space of the monk's crack, shining on the figure of Saixia floating in the air.
A mysterious smile appeared on Sethia's overwhelming and indescribable face: "Oriental Warlock......
"I've been waiting for you for hundreds of years, don't let me down......"
The primordial infant of the tribulation was almost exhausted, and the squeezing and tearing of the space made her feel that she was slowly losing consciousness.
The power in the seven-colored chaos is like a big mouth, tightly holding the prey in the mouth, and it can't retreat after half a minute of the tribulation.
The golden runes spread out at the feet of the Tribulation rolled backwards, and the back-pull force formed by the blood line was no match for the lock-and-devour power in the chaos.
The golden talisman seemed to be more and more weak, and before the blood line broke one, another new blood line extended on top of the one that was about to break to replace the broken one, but the strength was not as strong as before, and each one was weaker than the other.
The Tribulation urged the last of its spiritual power to wrap around the drop of blood raised from its forehead, forming a handprint, and smashing it towards the golden talisman at his feet.