He stood on the edge for a while, and did not wait for anything else to move, so he could only go back.

When Kemon returned, he looked up at the sky, and a scarlet moon hung in the sky, and the sky was foggy and strange.

What the hell is going on with the moon above, Kemon wonders.

But he was so far away from the moon that even a big-faced cat couldn't predict the news.

Kemon was still in the posture of an angel at the moment, flying high in the sky, exuding a light that was difficult to look at all over his body.

Countless blood creatures did not dare to look at the sky, nor did they go out, for fear that Kemeng would block the door and kill them.

This is the hidden space of the blood clan, which has been in business for decades, and every time an outsider comes over, it is the unconsciously pulling consciousness of the mother owner.

The blood clan as a whole has matured, they naturally don't need too many newcomers, many newcomers are fresh live blood food, with a special flavor that is not found in the breeding place, so several times a month, sometimes a dozen blood food activities have become the monthly celebration of the blood clan.

But now, they had no idea that such a powerful enemy had entered this hidden space, and even the invincible Blood Clan Patriarch had been cornered, and what qualifications did they have to fight Kemon.

Kemon ignored them, and it was not too late to set fire to them, or slowly concoct them with other items, and the people couldn't run, the intersection was blocked, and Kemeng had already grasped their lifeline.

Kemon flies higher and higher, and those who have angel wings don't need to think about other things, just fly up.

On the ground, the pink tangyuan looked up at the sky and saw that the master was like a round of golden sun, completely overshadowing the brightness of the scarlet moon and becoming the brightest point in the world.

"Wang!" Tangyuan is proud of it.

Shirley blocked her brow with her hand, and the next second she realized that this method was useless, it was not the real sun, it was the holy light.

I don't know how long it flew, maybe ten minutes, half an hour?

Kemeng found that the full moon in the sky was becoming more and more illusory, not real at all, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.

How is this possible, this round of the moon is illusory?

Kemon realizes something is wrong and flies up.

Plunged headlong into the gray mist, the mist enveloped it, but the holy light was fierce, illuminating a bright space again.

After flying for a long time, there is less fog around me, until there is no more.

The bottomless black dominates the entire sight, and the deathly silence warns Kemon's spirit not to fly into the black.

It's the void!

With his powerful spiritual sense, Kemon stayed on the edge of the gray mist and did not fly out.

The holy light on his body continued, piercing into the pitch-black nothingness.

The Void devours all the Holy Light without any feedback, like a bottomless abyss.

The scarlet moon was so transparent that it was unreal, as if it didn't exist in this space, it was just a projection in the void.

This filled Kemon's heart with questions, what kind of moon could be projected in the void.

Kemon stayed on the edge of the gray mist for a long, long time, just to try to use his spirit to silently perceive the message emitted by the Scarlet Moon, maybe he could feel something incredible.

As his gaze deepened, Kemon didn't feel anything he had gained.

Turning his head to control his body to sink, a few seconds later, Kemon looked back at the moon, which was somewhere between the unreal and the real.

The farther away Kemon is from it, the more realistic it becomes.

Kemon stopped falling and flew up again, the illusory feeling rising again.

In other words, the closer you get to the moon, the less you can get it?

Kemeng was puzzled, but there was a truth he understood, anyway, he just didn't take the moon.

After a long fall, Kemon returned to the ground, and the rice balls screamed, very happy.

Kemeng had seen the bald rice balls before, but he hadn't looked closely at them before, and now he circled around the rice balls twice and looked at them carefully.

"I'm bald." Kemeng patted the back of the rice balls, which had become smaller at this time, and the palm of his hand could easily pat the dog's back.

The dog's back is fleshy, not slippery, a little sticky, and even a little stingy.

"Wang!" Tangyuan is very aggrieved and needs strong comfort.

"Did you swallow all those dog hairs?" Kemon asked.

Of course, Tang Yuan didn't finish collecting its dog hair, and when Kemeng shouted, he immediately rushed into the city to retrieve its dog hair.

Those blood clan people were not the enemies of Tang Yuan's palm at all, and as soon as they took a look, they were slapped into the ground and sunk several meters deep.

Kemon stayed at the door of the Moonlight Bar as the door god, Shirley had been put into the storage scarf by Kemon, and the white sugar was released by Kemon to slip away.

The white sugar feathers are still there, the whole body is snow-white, as if it has not been polluted, blinking stupid and cute big eyes, and he doesn't dare to speak, because the white sugar finds that the environment here is too dark, and it is a good place to kill the eagle and bury the corpse.

Looking at the nose and the nose and the heart, White Sugar has not forgotten that Kemon's true identity is an evil god, and it stands on the left side of the door of the moonlight bar, motionless.

Those who don't know still think it's a natural sculpture.

"Later, the tangyuan will come back, you can take a video of it." Kemon said as he threw a mobile phone to White Sugar.

How dare Bai Sucrose be disobedient, he hurriedly took the mobile phone thrown by Kemeng, and snorted, indicating that there was no problem.

Kemon is thinking about the video, the daily video is a water, and through the audience's viewing, Kemon can increase a small amount of resistance in disguise.

It's not much, but it adds up.

Kemeng glanced at his resistance, he had already broken through the two thousand mark, and had already reached two thousand four hundred resistance.

It was this high resistance point that allowed Kemon to confidently take the angry blow of the Blood Clan Patriarch.

There are currently very few enemies that can break through Kemon's defenses, except for the offensive Tier 0 special items.

Kemeng waited for a long time, and the powdery rice balls came back with high steps.

But the moment I came back, White Sugar had already turned on the camera mode.

There is no need for additional recording, after recording the video, Kemon will record a voiceover into it, or simply not record it, and just send it out, and the audience will watch it.

The rice balls came back as a big dog, carrying a few blood people on their backs, and a blood tribesman who was screaming and begging for mercy in his mouth.

This is the task ordered by Kemon, and when he recovers the dog's hair, he will catch a few local blood people and come back to review something.

When Tang Yuan returned to Kemeng, he found that Bai Sucrose was recording a video.

It was furious, opened its mouth and tried to bite the white sugar, which fluttered and took off, spilling a large patch of sand.

Kemon interrogated several of the Bloodsmen on the side: "Do you know what happened to the moon above your head?" ”

Several of the blood clansmen were handsome men and beautiful women, and ordinary people would feel pity when they saw them, but Kemon's cold face made them chuckle in their hearts.