Whatever the reason, we've left the parchment and don't have to face the unknown, which makes me feel good. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info However, after I looked at the body that we had changed back into, I looked at Daggis's body, and I was a little lost.

After coming out, without the harassment of the goat-legged man, I would not be able to watch Daggis look embarrassed openly and secretly.

Standing where I was, I hesitated for a moment, looked at the location of the door, and moved Lianbu, wanting to get out of here and avoid being alone with Dargis.

"Shhhh How can I ignore the reality that our bodies have been exchanged.

Yesterday I was a man, and I did a lot of indescribable things to Darges, and I didn't feel the slightest pity for him. Now, after the body is replaced, what I did last night will not go away, it will be on me.

I tried to move my steps again, and the pain that came from me made me realize that it was swollen and maybe broken.

Seeing my unnatural posture, Dagis Xiao looked at me with his arms around me with interest: "How is it, Lord Christiana, was you satisfied with the service last night?"

"Very satisfied, thank you High Priest for your service. I gritted my teeth and squeezed out this sentence, and gradually straightened my body, losing people does not lose the battle.

"Oh. That's right. Daggis lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fell a shadow, and the delicate and unparalleled man, with his gorgeous makeup, was really coveted.

"Hmm. I nodded, trying to keep my face calm.

"Okay. Dargis nodded, stepped forward quickly, and reached out to touch my forehead, "A little fever." Rest well, I'll call the medicine officer. ”

With that, Dagis turned and left. In the temple, it's not like my hometown, there will always be people waiting outside, this place, you need people, you have to find someone yourself, or you happen to meet someone. If you want someone to be on call, that's not possible, unless you apply for a priest to be on hand.

Originally, I had a priest who served with me, but when she was serving me in the bath, her eyes always wandered over my body, and I was very uncomfortable, so I dismissed her.

When Daggis saw that my eyes began to become ethereal, he knew that I was thinking of something. He contemptuously bent the corners of his mouth, intending to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he held back, and left the room straight away, and walked to the aisle and corridor outside, looking for someone to call the medicine officer.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he stepped back like lightning, walked up to me, bent down and picked me up, and whispered in my ear, "Will you die?"

"......" I was woken up by Dargis from his fugue, and after hearing his question, I gave him a helpless look, "Why won't you die?"

"What if it molts?" continued Dargis, who thought that I was now a sperm snake, and that it would not die as long as it was not too wounded and could molt. With this conjecture in his arms, he carried me and ran outside, up the hallway, to the right.

"What's going on?" I saw and realized something was wrong. Otherwise, Daggis would not have behaved like this, and without waiting for Dagis to answer, I looked around and saw nothing unusual, it was still the same temple, and I couldn't notice any change.

If it's not something in the temple, it's something wrong in the court. Could it be that during the days we are in the parchment, Adenor forced the palace, or did Fell order to kill Adenor?

"This is not a temple, this is still in a parchment. "Daggis hugged me and gave an explanation. He ran barefoot in the long corridor, his white robe lifted by the wind, flying up and down, and his silver hair blown away by the wind, revealing a face worthy of a god.

It's a stunner.

I thought to myself at the time, this is a rare stunner, no wonder there is a pharaoh, imprisoned him as a ****** who has lived in the temple for hundreds of years, and the familiarity with the temple is beyond the reach of others. He hated the place where he had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, and at the same time, he was the one who knew it best.

Dagis took me in his arms and ran up and down the corridor, which was so long that it was pitch black, with no light in sight, and there were many more rooms on either side of the corridor. Dagis kicked the rooms open one by one.

After kicking the room away, Dargis reacted differently, sometimes rolling around on the floor with me, sometimes freeing one hand in a fighting stance, sometimes pursing his lips with a solemn face.

However, I couldn't see anything, including the door he kicked open, and I could only guess by his actions that there was a room door, and I didn't know anything else. Most of the time, I can only speculate about what Daggis is seeing by the look on his face. I can't see what he sees, but what I can know is that what he sees is not very good.

His brow furrowed more and more, his lips pursed into a line, and his eyes turned from the indifference that appeared at the beginning to horror.

He was afraid of something, and in such an endless corridor, he met the nightmare of his life, the nightmare from which he could not escape.

At this time, An An nestled in his arms and let go of the idea of falling into the well. Aside from the fact that now I am a grasshopper on a rope with him, I have developed a heart of pity for him.

It may be that I am old and no longer have the same anger as I used to, and I will have a trace of pity for strangers, not to mention that Dalgis is still so good-looking.

Dagis pushed open the door of the room one by one, and finally, his strength to push open the door became less and less, and the time to push it open became longer and longer, and he was now in a state of confusion.

His eyes were also slowly becoming numb, he was already numb to what he saw, his body was already slowly shaking, and he was becoming more and more afraid of what he saw.

Finally, when he had taken the longest time to push open a door, he let go, and I was thrown to the ground, and by the time I got up, I saw him curled up, shivering, his chin resting on his knees, and his eyes already full of tears.

I don't know what he saw, and I don't have much time to guess what he saw, and the only thing I can do now is hurry up and get Daggis out of the illusion he sees.

If you've been indulging in illusions and don't come out. Not only Daggis, but also me will be implicated. I want to live, I don't want to die in this place for no reason.