Renard glanced at the feather in Barry's hand, sniffed it fiercely, and suddenly covered his nose with his little paws, and said in a rough voice.

"What kind of creature hair are you taking out, it's going to smoke me to death, the smell on it is even worse than that of a troll who never bathes, it's just a stinky dog shit and rotten eggs, mixed with durian and boiled together for three days and three nights..."

"Vomit"

As he spoke, the little red dragon seemed to really can't stand the smell, so he quickly flew to another place, breathed a few breaths of fresh air, and took a long time to recover.

Looking at the little red dragon's biochemical poisoned appearance, Barry was really a little puzzled, he sniffed the feathers vigorously, but he didn't smell anything.

"Can you smell anything strange on this feather?" Barry asked the others.

Old Kim and Richard put the feathers to their noses, and shook their heads to say that they didn't smell anything, and even Huck, who had the most sensitive nose and was able to distinguish what had smelled many days ago, said that he couldn't smell anything.

"Maybe Renard is funny again! After all, this little guy has been fond of pranks since he was a child, likes to watch others show embarrassment, or laugh out loud and tease others, and this time it may be the same..."

The little red dragon that flew back again, hearing Huck describe it like this, an unhappy expression appeared on his face: "You are completely slanderous, I didn't make a fool of myself this time, this feather is really very stinky, and it is full of the smell of decay and depravity, but you can't smell it." ”

This time, the little red dragon seemed to have learned wisely, and he didn't know where to get two nasal plugs, blocked his nostrils, and stopped letting himself smell the nasty smell.

But in this way, its voice is full of nasality, and it speaks with an urn and an urn sound, which is extremely funny.

Barry listened to Renard's words, and his face was thoughtful: "Maybe what this little red dragon said is true, after all, as a legendary-level dragon, it must have extraordinary abilities, and it can smell the corrupting power of feathers through its sense of smell..."

"For us, we can't feel this kind of corrupting power exactly, but for Renard, the smell of decay and depravity on it is very unpleasant, and it even makes him want to vomit."

Barry thought about the feeling he felt when he first saw the incarnation of the evil god during the rat herder incident, the power of the depraved darkness and distortion, as if it was the convergence of all the darkness in the world, didn't it make him almost fall into madness.

It's just that compared to these two, the incarnation of the evil god takes the initiative to exude that kind of aura, and the power in this feather is completely restrained, but it only changes the characteristics of the feather, and it is not released.

If it is really released, I am afraid it will also be able to make people who see it crazy, and maybe even turn into zombies.

However, Barry quickly put this idea behind him, because it didn't help thinking about it now, so he had to check if Renard could purify the feathers.

So Barry said, "Since you think it stinks badly, can you get rid of it and restore the true nature of this feather?" ”

This feather is the feather of the immortal bird, according to the identification of the system, it originally had the ability to be reborn from the fire, isn't this an alternative substitute for the death of the strange thing.

Just now, the old vampire showed everyone how much advantage it would be to turn the tables after death, so for this kind of resurrection treasure, even if Barry already has a substitute for the death doll, he still doesn't have too much.

Renard listened to Barry's words, although there was no expression on his face, but his heart was a little empty, but he could sense that the corrupting power on the feathers, although the amount was not too much, but the quality was very top-notch.

This kind of energy with the breath of the evil god, for it, is not so simple to expel it, the last time he devoured the evil god incarnation, it was only temporarily suppressed by the other party, and when he returned home, Martin made a move to completely erase the other party.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have said a word of "goodbye" to Huck at that time, so it hurriedly teleported home, not just worried that there would be any bad changes after a long time.

However, if you lose the dragon, you don't lose the battle, although you don't know the bottom in your heart, you still have to pretend to be "relaxed and casual", otherwise how can you maintain your forced style.

It's just that you have to say the cliché again beforehand, this is to pave the way afterwards, if everything goes as you wish, then hello, I'm hello, everyone, but if things don't go well, except for any accidents, then there is a reason to shirk responsibility.

I don't know who the little red dragon learned these tricks from.

So Renard coughed lightly: "I'm absorbing inherited knowledge these days, so my control of strength is a little bit bad, so there may be some accidents during the operation, which is inevitable..."

Barry patted its belly: "No problem, I believe you, no matter what the final result is, it is all providence." ”

Barry was really sincere in what he said, and he didn't mean to perfunctory Reynard, or he wanted to use the radical method to stimulate Reynard to go all out, and he must purify this feather.

Although the quality of this feather is very high, reaching an epic level, it is a rare high-level wonder in Barry, but to tell the truth, this thing is a chicken rib for Barry.

Its biggest role after being corrupted is to create dried corpses that will attack living beings, but Barry is a decent person, and he has a formal establishment in the Security Bureau, and has contributed to the maintenance of world peace.

So unless he wants to abandon the light and turn to the dark, and change from a peacekeeper to a chaos maker, the corrupted feathers will have no effect on him at all.

If Ling Mao was really destroyed in Renard's purification, he wouldn't have much heartache, and Renard's heart wouldn't be missing.

The little red dragon got Barry's promise, and he didn't bother, after all, the delayed time was his own, and if he finished it quickly, he could get the heart as soon as possible, and go home to make food with fancy methods.

Renard blew on Barry's hand, and a breeze curled up the feathers in Barry's hand, swaying in front of him, and then stopped in the air and didn't move.

"You stand back, it's better not to stand in front of me, or I'm afraid that the flames will burn you in a while, and that scene will not be good."

After everyone retreated to the sides, Renard took two deep breaths, puffed up his cheeks, and then spat a mouthful of dragon flame on the feathers.

Long Yan's fire was not too big, and because the energy was very restrained, the surrounding temperature had not changed much, but everyone did not underestimate this flame.

Because of the location of the feathers, that is, the center of the flames, the space there is constantly distorting, and there are even faint signs of being burned through.