Lan Ruo walked towards Joseph as if nothing had happened, although the bleeding of the wound had stopped, the pain was worse, his face twitched slightly from the sharp pain, and his eyes were as calm as stagnant water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lan Ruo was obviously crumbling, obviously he had been seriously injured near death, but he exuded unprecedented coldness and rage, and in the depths of his body, there seemed to be some kind of irreversible and extremely dangerous change.

Joseph felt a fear that he had never felt before, and he understood that the person in front of him not only looked abnormal, but also completely crazy in his bones.

In the empty corridor, only Lan Ruo's indifferent footsteps sounded in a constant rhythm, somewhat boring, and there was a deep terror hidden in it, Joseph retreated step by step, but the demonic dancing darkness was getting closer and closer to Joseph.

Joseph's whole body trembled uncontrollably, the fear of death completely seized his heart, making him lose his will to fight, and he muttered the sword of the Wind King in the spirit of speech, wanting to make a final struggle.

When Joseph's technique reached the last rune left, he couldn't read it anymore, because his throat was pinched by Lan Ruo, and his hands wanted to pull Lan Ruo's hand away, but the strength of Lan Ruo's hand was surprisingly large, like steel poured pliers, he couldn't pull it open, and at the same time, more than a dozen arms made of black spirits stretched out from Lan Ruo's arm, firmly grasping the joints of Joseph's body, making him unable to move.

Joseph could not struggle, could not escape, his eyes filled with tears of horror, for the first time in his life, and for the last time, he wept out of fear.

Lan Ruo's face was expressionless, indifferently admiring Joseph's distorted, pig's liver-colored countenance.

Lan Ruo said softly, "You know what? I feel really amazing now, all the feelings have left me, my mood is very calm, whether it is anger, sadness or hatred, it is gone, and all that is left is the pain in my heart, and, the ** who wants to kill you. ”

After speaking, Lan Ruo indifferently pressed Joseph's face against the wall of the corridor.

Lan Ruo started to run, Joseph's face was pressed against the rough wall and dragged all the way, the flesh flew sideways, and a long blood mark appeared on the wall, but Joseph's throat was choked, and he couldn't even scream.

At the end of the long path, Lan Ruo knocked Joseph's head heavily into the ground, and Joseph completely lost consciousness, and countless cracks appeared in his skull.

Lan Ruo looked at his bloody face, which was already difficult to distinguish, on this face, almost all the flesh was worn off by the wall, and even the nose bones and cheekbones were smoothed out in the dragging, which was simply miserable.

Lan Ruo rode on top of him and raised his fist.

"Knock"

Lan Ruo's fist smashed into Joseph's face, blood splashed, Joseph's body twitched reflexively, and then there was no movement, this punch made Lan Ruo get great pleasure, and he raised his fist again.

With a "bang" and another punch, Joseph's head was knocked to the ground entirely, leaving only his limbs twitching unconsciously.

Lan Ruo punched and punched, as if tireless, his fist broke, and there was no reaction.

Finally, with a "Kala", Joseph's skull was finally completely shattered, and Lan Ruo finally stopped, Lan Ruo looked at the flesh and brains on the ground, and finally woke up from the ruthless and heartless madness.

He saw that the black spirit turned into a huge mouth, devouring Joseph's mutilated corpse, with the nourishment of Joseph's spirit and flesh and blood, the terrifying hole in Lan Ruo's body healed quickly, but the hole in his heart was not filled at all, and was still eroded by emptiness and sadness.

Joseph was finally devoured cleanly, leaving only a bloody stain on the ground.

I...... Has malice been devoured again......

Tyr Feng is like an all-pervasive monster, always able to drill into the gap of Lan Ruo's emotions and arouse Lan Ruo's deepest negative emotions.

Lan Ruo felt as if he had done something wrong, he had embarked on a path of no return, and his soul was eternally stained with a touch of darkness.

Lan Ruo fell to his knees, the black spell chain was gradually withdrawn from Lan Ruo's right eye, and the black spirit was like a wildfire that had lost its combustion, gradually extinguished, but Lan Ruo's face was still so pale, and his eyes were not bright.

Tyrfeng asked: Don't you know what you should choose? Do you regret being dominated by hatred?

Lan Ruo didn't answer.

Tillfeng chuckled: What can you do when you don't even have an answer?

Lan Ruo raised his head and saw that at the end of the corridor, there was a large door, and on the other side of the door, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then, the door was suddenly opened.