Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Island of Eternal Life
The door of Doron closed silently in front of the three people, and a white light enveloped their entire vision, and then, the door and light all disappeared, replaced by a beautiful seaside view.
The bright blue water stretches infinitely into the distance beneath you, the temperature is just right, and the golden sand gently rolls with the waves, and some fine particles even reflect the sun's rays. Not far from the beach was a dense forest, high and low trees, some of which hung with unknown fruits, Vanessa recognized a few coconut trees and wild pineapples, and the rest was up to her stomach to examine. The air is filled with the smell of leisurely leisure and slowness, which makes people inexplicably forget their troubles and just want to stay in this beautiful scenery.
This is clearly heaven.
Vanessa remembers that when she stepped through the door of Dolon, she recited the mantra to open the door, and at the same time thought that the safest place was the safest place for herself. An island like no other?
The two men in the sea were still tearing and fighting, disturbing the calm waters of the island.
"Stop!" Vanessa shouted at them, "Stop! Look what this place is! â
Brandt broke free from the blonde warrior's scissor legs, and was the first to find himself in a sea of water, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and the blonde warrior casually gave him an old punch that made him look at the stars, ah, it was a more attractive color than the other man's hair.
"Stop fighting!" Vanessa kicked the sea, "We're not in the Land of Wine Valley, and there's no point in winning this fight!" â
The warrior with the scar on his face easily stopped, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Brant hatefully, without saying a word.
"Truce." Brant stood up from the sea and reached out to pull the Scarface Soldier who had beaten you to death just now, "You fought well. The armistice lasted until it left here. â
"Truce." Scarface looked around and reluctantly stretched out his right hand, "You don't play like a second son." â
Brant laughed.
Vanessa looked at Brant and saw that he was really smiling. This is not right. He'd just lost his mother, his father had died in front of him, his brother was hunting him down, and now he didn't even have the position of second son - he should be sad, he should have vented violently, he should have pounced on me and slapped me.
And yet he was laughing.
At this moment, Vanessa no longer had the excitement of coming here, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"Come on, let's walk along the coast and find a leeward spot to stop before the sun goes down," Brant said to Scarface, "I hope you'll catch fish with the branches." He turned to Vanessa, "Do you boil sea salt?" Dinner may be useful. â
Vanessa shook her head mechanically. He spoke in a tone like to a stranger, no, a very familiar stranger. Vanessa searched her mind for an accurate definition of such a person.
Ordinary friends.
Right. The kind of ordinary friend who doesn't have any sense of zĂ i.
It's hard to believe. A second ago, he was fighting to protect me, but since stepping through the door of Doron, he has treated me as air!
No. The door of Doron is for those who love each other, how can it cut off the subtle attraction between us? That's what's going on in this place, and it's making Brandt stop paying attention to me and stop wanting to be close to me.
Vanessa looked around, and the sight of serene beauty almost made her give up this strange idea, but four years of teaching from the Neshes had calmed her down, and the princess knew that beneath the beauty often concealed the ugliest truths.
"Shhh Hearing only a loud cry of "quack", it fell to the ground and did not move.
"Hah, dinner has been settled." Brandt triumphantly stepped forward to pick up his prey, but stopped the moment he stretched out his hand.
Lying on the ground was a leopard, its originally gorgeous fur was covered with wounds of all sizes, some square, some round, some bleeding outward, some were plugged by deadly arrows, Brandt's dagger was stuck diagonally into the leopard's head, stretching its ears and jaws out to form a strange angle, and to his horror, the small but delicate leopard's head was stuck with four daggers at the same time, which pierced the poor animal's head from different angles, and the tips pierced in the opposite direction, The leopard's face has a metallic chill and a shattered hideousness.
The most puzzling thing is, how did it survive with this sharp weapon?
Brandt took a step back, and he saw that the leopard's eyes, which had been closed, were slowly opening, and its breathing had changed from the initial silence to slender and steady, and it was coming to life, carrying the new dagger.
"Look there." Scarface whispers as he points to a long-tailed lemur in the tree, its head connected to its body with only one neck tendon, apparently injured by its own kind while fighting for food or females, but it was definitely fatal! Its head hung on its chest like a bell, and it was staring at the three humans on the ground with two crooked blue eyes at the moment! Behind it, its companions with missing arms and legs also watched the new aliens, looming among the leaves and branches.
What is this place? Vanessa thought in horror. A creature that should have died is alive in such a horrific form!
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