Chapter 469: The Stop of Torture
"Click-"
The sound of the evil boy demon gnawing was crisp and rhythmic, but despite this, the surrounding elves were reluctant to look directly at the scene.
After all, all the elves present were builders, so they must be mostly male.
As for the sunset, she watched it with relish.
"Stop." I gave the Evil Boy Demon, and the crisp voice came to an abrupt end.
A little thing covered in blood and with pieces of flesh on its teeth jumped twice and obediently lay in the palm of my hand.
"He's already passed out." I ripped open the eyelids of the only remaining eye of the gangster in front of me and said slowly.
"I have a way to get him back to life again." An elven man said.
"Oh?" I was intrigued by his words, "What method?" β
The elven man smiled and took out a piece of wood from his pocket, "This thing is a colored incense, it usually doesn't have any fragrance, but as long as you heat it, it will produce an attractive aroma from its inside." β
"What exactly does this aroma do?" I asked curiously.
"It puts the person who smells it into a state of euphoria and doesn't have to sleep for twelve hours." The elven man looked complacent, "My father passed it on to me, and he also said let me leave it to my son." β
I don't know what this man's family does, but from his description of this colorful incense, I always feel that this thing seems to have a fight with Dali.
Miracles are a great thing.
"Then you can smoke this thing under that person's nose." I motioned for him to come forward, "Please start your show." β
"Okay." The man held Caixiang in his hand, took three steps and made two steps to rush to the unconscious gangster, and then opened his palm so that Caixiang lay flat on the palm of his hand and perpendicular to the gangster's nostrils.
"The fire and mist are fluttering, born in the palm of the hand, the residual heat is around the fingers, and the hand-painted sunset is - anonymousΒ·Β· Flamer! β
As the spell from the elven man's mouth fell, his palm instantly became as hot and red as the sunset at that time, like a piece of burned iron.
And with the high temperature of the hand, the colored incense gradually began to rise up colorful smoke.
No wonder this thing is called colored incense, because the fragrance of this thing is colored?
The breath of color drilled into the nostrils of the gangster as it rose itself, and the wisps of color were like ripples urging life, constantly being fainted into the gangster's spiritual world.
"Alright." The fiery red color on the man's hand was lifted, and he instantly wrapped the colored incense in a cloth and stuffed it back into his pocket, "If you take too much of the fragrance of this thing, you will die, so that's the end of it." β
"How does it sound like a drug addict?" I pinched my chin and watched the gangster's reaction as he inhaled the aroma, "So now he's sucked enough?" β
"Well, after my measurements, he'll wake up in a moment." The man was clearly confident in himself.
I moved my gaze to him and examined him for a moment.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"It's called Moon Season." He replied immediately, as if by reflex.
"Yueji?" I chewed on the name.
When I heard this word, the first thing that came to my mind was a four-season Rosaceae plant known as the 'Queen of Flowers' recorded in the database. But then, another word related to this word appeared in front of me.
Silver Season.
"Uh, take the liberty of asking." I stared at the outline of Yueji's face and asked, "Do you know Yinji?" β
"Silver Season?" Yueji tilted her head and looked at me and said, "Of course I know, he is my brother, and we are both surnamed Ji." β
Hey, your name is the last name in the first place, it's true.
"He's your brother? It doesn't feel like the two of you look alike. "Yueji's facial contours tend to be handsome, while Yinji's gives a sense of ruggedness, and the two men are hardly similar from any point of view.
"I follow my mother, he follows my father." Yueji is straightforward about what happened.
And then, a moan interjected into our conversation.
It looks like the gangster woke up.
"Ahh
"Don't get excited." I pulled the Rose Bow out of my backpack and aimed at the gangster, "What are you thinking about now?" To say or not to say? β
"You've made me look like this, and you want me to say something?!" The gangsters looked furious.
It's no wonder, after all, his twin stars are gone, and the Armstrong Boom Boom Cannon has also turned into a dead stump under the ravages of the evil boy demon, so it makes sense to be so angry.
But.
Just slapping and not sugaring is not in line with my usual style.
"If I heal all your physical wounds, would you like to say it?" My gaze was firmly fixed on his eyes, capturing every small change in his eyes.
"Are you really, really, able to, all cured?" He asked cautiously.
It worked.
Since he can ask this question, it means that he is completely convinced.
"Of course, do you want to try and let me cure the twin stars you blew up first?" I shook the Rose Bow in my hand and asked in a tentative tone to the gangster.
"Hmph, if you want me to believe it, you can come." The gangster's eyes dodged, and although he wanted me to do this, he was still stubborn.
It doesn't matter.
For those who are stubborn, all you need to do is conquer him with your body.
So I immediately drew my bow and shot the first arrow at the lower half of the gangster's body.
With a burst of pink ripples, his festering lower body slowly began to improve.
"This ......" the gangster felt the changes in his body, and his eyes seemed to radiate light, "so you can really ......"
"I never lie." I lowered the Rose Bow in my hand and continued to the gangster, "Then now, you think about it, as long as you answer my question just now, I will apply the follow-up treatment to you. β
"I say! I say! The man succumbed, and the resoluteness on his face was now gone, and he had turned into a low-voiced servant figure.
"Say it as soon as you want to." I put down the Rose Bow and pulled the Evil Boy Charm out of my pocket and shook it in front of him, "I can wait, this little guy can't wait." β
"Good, good! I say! Say it right away!! After the gangster saw the evil boy demon, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately began to beg his grandfather to tell his grandmother.
Sure enough, you have to use some special countermeasures to deal with special people. [.]