The moment the Sky Mole crossed the black hole, what appeared in front of him was an endless blood-colored grassland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This grassland is no stranger to him, and every time he enters the spiritual world, he can see this huge blood-colored grassland that seems to stretch from the end of the world through the window in the doorless study of the poem of the epidemic.

However, it was also the first time for him to set foot in this place in person, so he kept looking at it curiously.

The blood-colored grassland was empty, and there was no boundary even as far as the eye could see, and the most striking thing was probably a huge and exaggerated moon above his head, the moon that almost covered most of the sky seemed to be in a state of total lunar eclipse forever, even if he looked at it for a few minutes, there was no change at all, and what was even more strange was that in this space that should be so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, he could see everything clearly even without any light source.

"Well, you can't look for realism in the virtual world, otherwise it will be too cute. The empty mole complained as he ignored these extremely unreasonable sights and walked forward.

In front of him, there was a familiar figure, a petite girl in a gothic dress with a black and white ponytail, sitting on a huge chair with a strange shape, and her masked face looked at him with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

However, when the empty mole stood in front of her, she didn't know what to say.

"It's a nice day, can you tell me your name?"

Or "Yo, chick, come and explain one to the uncle?"

After struggling for a long time, he couldn't think of how to speak, and it turned out to be the status quo where he was staring at the poem of the epidemic here.

Fortunately, the awkward silence didn't last long, and the Plague Poetry spoke first to break the deadlock.

"I'm sorry, you're a good person. ”

"I was rejected before I could open my mouth! And it seems to be a rejection in some other sense!"

Suddenly, the Plague Poetry stretched out a hand and gently put it over her mouth, muttering in a barely audible voice, "It's just your words...... Oh yes too......"

"Why do you feel like we're talking about something else? Is it my delusion?" said Sora, as if her face was cramping.

The poem of the plague stretched out a finger and pointed it on the moist cherry lips and whispered

"Not kidding...... As long as you can ...... with me It's okay to tell you the name. ”

Although her expression cannot be seen because of the bone-white mask that covers her eyes, the seductive tone, the white and red skin, the gorgeous dress, everything has to be said that this picture is also quite reverie.

"Ahem.... This isn't good... Although the two of us know each other quite well...... But isn't there too many steps omitted in between?"

The poem of the epidemic stood up from the chair unhurriedly and walked towards the empty mole step by step

"But ah, that's how I felt when I first met you...... It's a pity that I'm just a knife in your hand....."

There was no expression on the face of the plague poem, but there was a hint of grief in her voice.

"But I'm not mentally prepared for this......"

"Finally, I can appear in front of you as a physical entity...... Maybe this is the only chance......"

"............" had to say that this series of words made the empty mole not know how to deal with it, but the poem of the epidemic had already walked in front of him and leaned towards him.

"Is that so......"

Smelling the fragrance of the girl coming from in front of him, looking at the other party's face getting closer and closer, the empty mole subconsciously stretched out his hands.

The Plague Poetry stood on tiptoe slightly, brought her lips close to the empty mole's ear, and whispered

"I've always wanted to fight you once. ”

"Well, me too...... Huh?"

However, in the moment when the empty mole was stunned, the poem of the plague had already left him, standing not far away and letting out a chuckle.

"What else are you thinking?"

The empty mole stretched out his hand and pressed his face, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he had obviously fallen for this guy's prank again.

"It's obviously such a time to think of lustful things, you guy is really hopeless. The poem of the plague let out a laugh of eating.

"Whose fault is it?"

"But if you really think so, it's not impossible~" Epidemic Poetry said with a smile.

"Shut up, get down to business for me!" said the empty mole viciously, he wouldn't be guilty of two misdeeds in a row.

"Well, it's a pity that you don't believe the truth. ”

The Plague Poem said without pity at all, and then a dark red light appeared in her hand with a movement of her wrist.

"Actually, it's not that the name of the swastika can't tell you directly, but if your soul strength is not enough, it's very likely that you will be eaten back and die the moment you say that name. ”

"Combat is both a test and a training for you, but ah......hh

"Once this battle begins, it won't stop until you can meet my demands, or die. ”

By the time he said the last few words, the tone of the poem of the plague was already as cold as a knife's edge.

However, these things had already been thought about before entering this space, and of course there was no flinching at this time, and nodded violently

"Come on, then. ”

Hearing the words of the empty mole, the poem of the plague showed a smile that was different from the past, neither the bad smile when the prank was successful, nor the usual faint smile, but a smile full of excitement in battle.

Then I saw her violently throw the dark red light in her hand into the sky, and the light ball exploded like a fireflower, and after each bit of red light fell to the ground, it turned into a weapon.

Slashing Knife.

Almost instantly, the blood-colored grassland was covered with countless slashing knives, most of which were shallow hits with similar appearances, but the sharp-eyed Sky Mole also found a few familiar slashing knives such as snake tail pills and gourd pills.

"Here are all the slashing knives you've ever touched since the first time you used me, so feel free to use them in the future. The Plague Poetry tilted her head to look at the empty mole and made a gesture of please.

Looking at the countless slashing knives scattered all over the endless blood-colored grassland, and the strange black moon in the sky, the empty mole couldn't help but shout

"I'm the Sword Bone Grim Reaper mod??!"

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Saying... There should be very few in the second period of time, on the one hand, it has been very busy recently, and on the other hand, it is planning to make a big news...... Hawkers, let's talk about the specific situation when we can really figure it out...... Anyway, it's really busy........ I'm sorry....