The stench of mud in the air wafted silently into Carlos's nostrils, but instantly turned into a strong fishy smell.

The scarlet Winter Moon mark on his forehead reacted violently, and the dark aura unique to the dark demonic magic wafted in the air, which was frantically stimulating the imprint's induction.

The blood in the body seems to be in such an environment, gradually changing from warm to boiling, contracting and expanding in the blood vessels, and repeatingly.

"What is this?"

Carlos's face was pale, his eyes were twitching, and his voice was hoarse.

After speaking, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood splattered out of his mouth.

The corners of Tariq Enzo's mouth remained smirk-like, and he sniffed forward with a grin, fully revealing the two neat rows of large white teeth, and his empty eyes seemed to shine with excitement.

Enzo laughed twice, "This is the bloodline, the pure summer moon bloodline. ”

The bloodline of your uncle Xia, labor and management are obviously the inheritance of the Winter Moon family.

Carlos reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he cursed in his heart.

The little witch Meru Irene Dale sat on the ground, Carlos's blood stained the hem of her skirt, her messy loose hair, and a pair of bright eyes on her pale complexion, looking in amazement at the red mark that loomed in the center of Carlos's forehead.

She almost trembled, raised her head and said with a look of fear on her face, "Ahhh

Carlos glared at the little girl, "Don't compare me to the filthy mud legs, I'm not a demon bloodline, I inherited the pure Winter Moon bloodline." ”

"How is it possible, no one can inherit the bloodline of the Four Seasons Ancient Gods at the same time. The little witch Meru Irene Delle did not seem to hear Carlos's argument, and continued to exclaim to herself with wide eyes.

As a witch, she was pretty sure what the smell of blood meant.

Carlos looked at the little witch coldly and corrected: "What Four Seasons Ancient God, what Summer Moon I don't understand what you're talking about, again, I'm Carlos Stevenson Winter Moon, and I only inherit the Winter Moon inheritance of the Stevenson family." ”

Enzo's eyes were deep and focused, his mouth closed up and down, and he said with the same expression, "My poor guest, it turns out that you didn't know that you had Xia Zhiyue in your body. You have inherited two kinds of bloodlines of the ancient gods of the four seasons, although I don't know why such an alien as you was born, but Xia Zhiyue is the purest bloodline in the demon system, with such a noble bloodline, as long as you return to the demon abyss with me, experience the baptism of demons, and become the son of demons. You will be treated with more noble than ever before, such as this beautiful and lovely little witch, who will swear allegiance to you from now on, and who will be more than happy to give you everything. ”

The little witch Meru Irene was a little red and in a dilemma, she looked at Carlos with her head bowed and a gloomy face, and said, "Meru Irene is willing to sacrifice for the noble son of the devil..."

Speaking of this, she looked at Carlos slowly raising his head, and looked at the young man opposite her eyes as cold as a knife across her body, and suddenly she was afraid and didn't say any more.

Carlos gritted his teeth word by word and said, "As a human being, I will never have even the slightest relationship with the underground demon, and I would rather die!"

As he spoke, he stood straight, stiff as wood, and a cold light burst out of their pupils, not human pupils, but beasts hiding in the dark.

Instead of being irritated by Carlos's words, Tariq Enzo tried to keep his tone as gentle as he did admiring a beautiful woman who had fascinated him.

"Young man, I forgive you for being speechless about the great demon, because judging from your current state, it is clear that you are full of endless desires for the dark aura, and your body can't wait to absorb the dark aura of the demonic forbidden aura, right?

Son of the Devil, please face your desires!

Carlos bit his lip tightly, blood seeping out of his mouth again, trying to contradict Enzo, but reason told him that his body was really possessive of the aura that should have been disgusted by the surroundings.

Carlos tried his best to exercise restraint, shouting in his heart to be calm and calm, this must be a trap of the devil.

The first step for a good person to become bad is often difficult.

When he tastes the sweetness, the dark side of his heart often makes him do whatever he wants.

Carlos is like this now, the strong fishy smell that wafts into Carlos's nose silently and completely dissolves into his body, he can no longer restrain the desire in his heart.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and loosened his lines of defense against his nose and mouth.

One sip after another, then a large sip to inhale the dark breath in the air.

Although he told himself in his heart that this was wrong, his body felt as if he had lost control and could not take care of himself.

At the same time, his forehead burned violently, and the fishy breath he inhaled melted into his blood, turning the mild blood into scorching lava.

And the blood mark of the winter moon on his forehead suddenly released a cold cold, hot and cold, stirring Carlos's already not strong body to the sea.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

A pure aura of light poured into his body, and the darkness was dispelled in an instant.

Carlos sensed the abnormality in the air, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, and turned his head to look at the source of the light aura behind him.

The source of light was a golden hammer, held aloft by a figure four feet (about one meter and two) tall.

A short, ochre-faced figure with a big balloon-like belly and two long whiskers like a long whip broke through the demonic prohibition shrouded in mud and appeared at the door of the witch's room.

The dwarven man, who was not tall in a leather coat and looked at people with a dejected eye, stood in the doorway, but he was simply imposing.

In an instant, the thick mud seemed to meet a nemesis, and it faded like a tide.

"It's you again, Knight of Light!"

Carlos looked at the visitor in surprise, and Tariq Enzo behind him exclaimed with a cold face.

The dwarven knight whispered an obscure verse that spread through the room, "Disperse the mud, dispel the darkness, and the light will live forever." ”

"Carlos, you're really here, come out quickly. ”

A familiar girl's voice reached Carlos's ears, a slender shadow standing behind the dwarven knight, the sweet voice of Vivien of the elves.

"I saw the letter at your door, and sure enough, this bad witch is playing tricks.

actually colluded with the demon to harm you, fortunately there is McLean, he is the light knight of the dwarf clan, you can rest assured, it will be fine, Cook went to the basement to inform Du Buyi, I promise that Du Buyi will never spare this bad witch again. ”

Vivien said as she gestured to the dwarf in front of her with a glowing golden hammer.

Carlos finally understood, exhaled, and hurriedly reminded, "Be careful, this demon is at the commander level. ”

When the dwarven knight MacLean heard this, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"Don't worry, friends, the light will triumph over the dark!" he said confidently.

Carlos looked at the confident Dwarven Knight, and then turned to look at the motionless D. Commander behind him.

Demon Tariq S. The smile on D'Enzo's face was gone, and the shadows on his deep face made the hollow pupils even deeper.