Chapter 1241: Rest in the Silent Night (18)

That's, wriggling, [darkness]!

There is really something unclean in this ghost place, and in the shadows of the compartment, there is something as black and non-reflective as an octopus tentacle, which is constantly pouring out!!

Evil Star didn't hesitate for even a moment, he drew his knife out of its sheath and slashed it down with his crimson demon knife!

The mass shrank back when it was attacked, disappearing at the end of the ventilation duct!

"Hmph!" the dragon felt a pang of weakness as the demon knife was drawing power from him, and the star had to immediately put the demon knife back into its sheath and turn to chase after Husky who had run away.

"Whoa, a

"Stop, stinky little ghost!" "Evil Star is an adult after all, and it didn't take much effort to catch up with the canine boy: "You don't need to run, that thing has already been cleaned up by me!" "Uh, really Wang?" "Maybe." Xinghui Long said ambiguously. At least he used his demon knife to temporarily push back the black tentacles.

The canine boy breathed a sigh of relief: "So, so, so there are indeed ghosts and monsters in this world" "I think it's just some kind of monster lurking in the castle." Evil Star whispered, "This city is often attacked by sea beasts, and maybe something hasn't been completely wiped out and lurks in the city." Anyway, it's not a good place to stay for long, so we'll go back and report it right away, and let the Knights take care of it. "But," Husky subconsciously lifted his pants and said hesitantly, "It's a little inconvenient to go back now." "Inconvenient?" replied the canine boy with a red face, "Ha, Husky was taken aback just now, and he was in a hurry to run away and peed a little on his pants." Xinghui Long smacked his lips: "Then take off your pants and dry them, quickly." "No, you have to wash it, or you'll smell of it!" Husky protested, "If you let Hal and the others know that I'm peeing my pants, they'll be made fun of!" Evil Star stretched his face: "It's okay, take off your pants, I'll go back to the bathroom and wash once." With the heat of that photon dagger in your hand, you can dry your pants in a few minutes. "Okay, okay" Husky shrank back, "But Husky doesn't want to go back to that goblin-stuffed bathroom." Husky is okay waiting for Uncle Evil Star here?" "In this dark corridor? Are you sure this place is no more dangerous than that hellish place?" and wouldn't it be more humiliating for you to be seen by the patrolling knights with your bare ass?" "Uh!" The canine boy trembled as if he had been stung, "Upstairs is the rooftop, Husky is waiting for Uncle Evil Star on the rooftop, please go and come back quickly, that's it!" He took off his pants and rushed to the stairs like a smoke, and immediately disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"Stinky boy. Shame took Husky's shorts, and felt angry and ridiculous. He was just a bodyguard for this group of imps, not a nanny, and he was not obliged to do this kind of thing for the imps.

Too bad.

The more you come into contact, the more you will be bonded;

The deeper the bond, the more difficult it is to let go.

Perhaps the situation has reached a very dangerous point, and the evil star is secretly thinking in his heart. Perhaps, when Arthur's guy returns, it's time for the Starlight Dragon to leave this qiē behind and leave quickly.

He rushed into the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, quickly washed the imp's pants, and wrung them out. During this time, he kept an eye on the strange toilet cubicle to prevent any more demons and monsters from escaping from it.

When he had done all the work he had done, he felt that this place was not suitable for a long time, and when he turned to leave, a dark thing was already standing quietly behind him.

"You!" Evil Star glanced at the thing, and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

At the same time, also in the east wing of Ethenburg, in a medical room.

"Woo!" Bediwell subconsciously rubbed his ass as he lifted his pants. There was a stiff, cold pain spreading on his half of the wolf's buttocks, and the blood needle that had drained a full 100cc of his blood was simply terrifying.

"Okay, then a blood sample will suffice. The old military doctor squeezed out the blood from the large syringe, put it into several test tubes, and put the test tubes into a huge box-like machine for testing.

"Is it finally over?" the werewolf breathed a sigh of relief. At least he doesn't have to suffer from blood draws anymore.

"What are you talking about? The old doctor smiled and said, "Take off your clothes and lie down in this MRI scanner." Bediwell glanced at the large metal cylinder lying horizontally. He knew the equipment.

The werewolf was upset: "I know it's a scanner, but the scanner can scan through clothes, why do I have to take off my clothes? The doctor glared at the werewolf and threw a towel at Bediwell: "You're soaked all over your clothes, and you're dripping. This moisture will affect the scan results and cause rust damage on the inside of the machine. I can't let you lie down in the scanner without stripping off your wet clothes!" The werewolf was stunned for a moment, and compromised: "Okay" The place on his butt that had just been pricked by the needle was still scorching, and he really didn't want to lie in that cold metal cylinder like this. But there is no way, after winning the physical examination that Tristan is going to do, he can't give up halfway.

"How long will this take?" the werewolf dried off his soaking wet and smelly clothes as he dried himself with a towel.

"Soon. Great Britain is the world's first in science and technology, and a thorough body scan can be completed in just one hour. "What?!I'm going to lie in this for an hour?" Bediwell didn't know whether to praise or complain: "I'm soaking wet, I'm half dead of cold, and I'm going to catch a cold if I lie naked in it for an hour!" "Are you really a doctor?!" Bediwell was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

"I'm a military doctor here, and I'm only responsible for the daily health care of the knights in the Western Heaven Knights, and an outsider like you can do a physical examination casually, and then casually catch a cold, and die of a random illness, in fact, it has nothing to do with me at all. "Unbelievable!" Bediwell continued to vomit blood. There is such a conscienceless black doctor in the world!

"You're asking for a lot. Ivan who was in charge of monitoring on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, took off his coat, and threw it to the almost naked werewolf: "It's always okay to have this drape." Hurry up, I don't have a whole night with you!" "Whoa!" the werewolf muttered, "But it's painful to lie in there for an hour and not be able to move" "I've got something good to borrow you to play with." The old medic took out a gadget that resembled a headband and stuffed it into Bediwell's hand: "It just so happens that we are looking for clinical testers for this gadget." If you're bored lying in a scanner, give it a try. "Is this?" said Bedeville, fiddling with the slender golden ring. It fits just enough to fasten the werewolf's forehead, and its shape is rather simple, but the hair-thin seam reveals very fine mechanical parts. It's probably a very high-tech thing.

"Pylorus dissociation system. Whew. The old doctor said with a sneer.

"Ghost, ghost?!" "Don't listen to the doctor's nonsense," Ivan snorted, "Anyway, you wear it first, and lie down in the scanner." You'll see what it's used for right away. Although he thought it was a pit, the other party said it mysteriously, which made the werewolf feel very curious and wanted to find out what the use of this headband was.

That's fine. Bediwell is now deep in the enemy's line, isolated. He can only be slaughtered by others, and he can't say anything no matter how he is treated by the other party. Compared to the worst-case scenarios he had imagined, just lying around with his headband on for an hour was too easy.

And he also vaguely believed that the knights of the Western Heaven Knights would not be the kind of guys who careless about human life. This headband should not cause any actual damage to the werewolf.

I put it on, I put it on, I put it on, but Bediwell still felt that it was a shame to be bare-chested. He used the towel he had gotten around his waist and felt that everything he needed to cover was properly covered, before lying down on the metal bed of the scanner.

"It's time to start, lie down and don't move. The doctor said, seemingly pressing some buttons on the control panel next to him.

The metal bed began to move. It took the lying Bettiville and moved into the cylindrical scanner, quickly enclosing the werewolf in the massive metal cylinder.

The rays of scanning light swept back and forth on Bedivel's sturdy and fatless body, and through the special principle of magnetic resonance, the scanned body was sent into the machine on the side.

And the golden band on Bediwell's forehead began to glow and activate. It was not as uncomfortable as expected, but rather brought a sense of relief to Bediwell. In the midst of this ethereal pleasure, the werewolf's consciousness gradually blurred.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating in mid-air. Said to be floating, because he couldn't feel the weight of his body. The qiē in front of you is like a dream, but it is full of real feelings?

The old military doctor and the half-dragon young man Evan were standing next to the scanner, observing the number on the monitor, which was constantly in operation with a low roar.

But is it actually Bedeville himself lying in the scanner?

So who is this [he] who is standing here and now, looking at this qiē?!