Wang decided to stop his progress and spend a moment on this fresh soul.

He thought about it, but he still didn't swallow the soul in one gulp.

The demon held the flame of the orchid in one hand and held it up in front of him. He stared at the unpredictable and transient color formations and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

A human powerhouse.

He thought.

What a cherished material.

He was happy.

Wang Hui himself has experienced the process of becoming a demon from a human being, and it is a wonderful feeling, your soul is torn apart, every piece, every wisp, something dark and cold is added to it, first to make a large hole in your broken body, and then to melt, to take your temperature, and with you to become some kind of viscous and cold liquid, die, and then be reborn.

The newborn soul seems to be falling upwards endlessly, towards the dark sky, no stars, no sun and moon, only a pair of expectant and hideous crimson eyes, full of vicious longing, waiting for her next toy to take shape, but you can't afford any anger or hatred, only a heart full of sorrow and love.

Because of those ruby eyes...... It's so pitiful.

I will let you out of this prison, go away and fly high, cut all barriers and thorns, so that you can see the real night sky and the moon. If I had been alive at that time, when the night was as cold as water, I would have held you in my arms and taught you to recognize the stars in the sky. 】

[But it doesn't really matter, the important thing is that your time in that eternal hell has passed, the important thing is that you are free, you can bounce under the moon, there is no sadness in your eyes, no loneliness, and more importantly, I am by your side. 】

Very simple wishes, very simple wishes.

It's also a wish that is not so easy to achieve.

The demon sighed, his five fingers wrapped around Glepnir, and the scarlet thread penetrated deep into Nie Chen's soul, modifying the young martial artist's soul from the root.

Wang Hao casually tore open a pitch-black gap, and the bustling world of traffic could be vaguely seen on the opposite side of the gap.

He stuffed this modified soul into the passage between fantasy and the present world formed by the imaginary world, smoothed the rift with his hand, and looked at the roaring battlefield not far away.

He smelled blood.

The demon smelled fresh blood, and it was endless.

Wang Hao showed a fanged grin, the pitch-black armour broke through the left sleeve of the trench coat, and he pulled out the cross sword hanging from his waist with his backhand, and countless scarlet silk threads poured out of the cuffs, converging into a slender whip, which was tightly grasped by the young man's empty right hand.

"Vampires occasionally use the weapons of vampire hunters, but unfortunately there are no cups for me to drop. ”

He smiled, not knowing who he was explaining.

"So, Sunset Scarlet, go to war!"

"Schrödinger, go with me!"

Wang Hao strode into the depths of the bamboo forest, which was obviously a dangerous area.

He was clad in armor, armed with a sword, and the hem of his coat swayed like a cloak in the blazing wind, like a knight rushing to battle. A ginger cat emerged from the void, yawned lazily, and followed him like his servant.

I had never seen such a shabby knight, the armor was incomplete, the mount was not, and the servant was replaced by a house cat. Oh yes. He also carries a pair of headphones.

But I have never seen such a powerful knight, wearing the armor smelted by the tyrant of flowers, holding a sword that burns the world, and he is a powerful god.

I don't know who can be guarded by such a knight.

Who else?

In the basement of the Red Devil Pavilion, a little girl with strange crystal wings stared intently at a crystal ball in front of her, and a knight in red and black armor was reflected in the colorless crystal ball.

The little girl smiled and showed her little tiger teeth.

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The arm that encircled the immortal phoenix flame easily pierced the chest of Penglai Mountain Kaguya, and Fujiwara Mei squinted her eyes, staring at the peerless face of the moon-faced princess, and her right hand groped in her body to find something.

And Penglai Mountain Kaguya let Fujiwara Meihong's arm run through him, and bright red blood still flowed out of the charred flesh and blood, staining the white-haired girl's clothes red, and then evaporated by the phoenix fire.

Almost the next moment, Fujiwara touched what she wanted—a fresh, beating, still young heart—and crushed it.

Moriyama Kaguya looked fondly at Fujiwara Meihong, who was contentedly licking his somewhat dry lips, as if he had just enjoyed a gluttonous feast.

Before she was out of breath, Princess Moon gently held the floating Penglai jade branch with her right hand, which was stained with blood and only three fingers left, and then hit Fujiwara Mei's red head, just like a gentleman who taught a stubborn schoolboy.

And Fujiwara Meihong, whose arm was stuck in the body of Penglai Mountain Kaguya, couldn't dodge, and didn't want to dodge, so she accepted the head of the artwork head-on.

Then, the blood splattered, and the red and white things stained the cheeks of Penglai Mountain Kaguya.

Always.

Whoever prevails at first, the struggle between the Immortal Smoke and the Moon Princess will eventually turn into a close fight, with flesh and blood flying and liver and brains on the ground.

This has almost become a secret that only Pengraiya and Fujiwara Meihong know, and they know each other, but they are a fragile bond that is kept secret.

A connection of blood and bones, life, pain, and hurt and hurt.

Fujiwara Meihong can't let go of the complex emotions in her heart for Penglai Mountain Kaguya, Penglai Mountain Kaguya will always be tired of those essentially cookie-cutter games and rabbits in the Eternal Pavilion, so the girls who need to be emotionally driven and have some fun will almost every ten days and a half months to go to the lost bamboo forest far from the Eternal Pavilion to fight, venting the pressure and resentment accumulated in these days.

Occasionally, when they were having a good time and had forgotten their love-hate feud or for a while, they would get together after the fight and take some ingredients on the spot to make a few simple dishes.

They thought that this time it would be so simple to vent their anger and beat each other.

Until an uninvited guest arrives.

He was wearing armor and carrying weapons, full of spirit and murderous intent.

He has come to participate in this war of the undead.

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The theme of the new book is tangled, and finally it is decided to let you choose, the work survey is below the updated chapter, please vote for what you want to see, my new book is decided by you, my dear book friends.

Depressed, Dream Weaver, Zuo Mohui

By the way, my family recently received a pair of crutches, and the courier called me to know my name, but I am absolutely sure that my family did not buy it, because my whole family uses an Alipay. Which reader mailed me a hint that he was going to break my leg?