"Nobody cares about your ......"

"What you care about will eventually lose your ......"

"You'll always be alone......"

"Come, come to me......"

“……”

Countless voices sounded in Song Ran's mind.

He covered his ears in pain, but the sound like a magic sound piercing his ears came at him everywhere.

"Nobody cares about you...... Come on......"

"Get out of here!"

Song Ran was disturbed by this ubiquitous sound and had a splitting headache, and finally couldn't help but burst out.

“……”

Mr. Shen, who was about to step forward, was stunned by his roar.

This...... Wasn't it okay just now? Why did you suddenly lose your temper?

Mr. Shen took two steps forward slowly: "When you get here, you have to recognize the facts, it's useless to resist, it will only make you suffer more......"

Song Ran, who was suffering from nowhere to vent, raised his head, and his eyes covered by the black fog stared at him deadly.

And the face that should have been as white as jade was covered with red lines at this time, looking bewitching and evil.

"You...... What are you? ”

Mr. Shen was so frightened by his appearance that he retreated again and again, and finally fell to the ground by his own footsteps.

Song Ran's body rose from the bed and floated towards the person who had fallen to the ground, wisps of demonic energy spreading through the room as he moved.

Although Mr. Shen couldn't see the demonic energy, he could feel that the temperature around him was decreasing.

"Help......"

Mr. Shen didn't think about it, and fled directly in the direction of the door.

But due to the spread of demonic energy, the air in the room became viscous, and his fat body moved on the ground for a long time before moving a foot away.

"Someone's coming...... Help ......"

Mr. Shen was really frightened, but no matter how he called for help, there was always silence outside the door, as if this room had been isolated from the world.

Song Ran raised his hand in his frightened gaze.

A thick wisp of black mist overflowed from his fingertips, as if it were physically wrapped around Mr. Shen's neck.

This guy should be damned!

It's all because of him!

Without him there would be no soup, no soup...... Won't that man abandon him?

The demonic aura around Song Ran's body became stronger and stronger.

The streamer looked at the crazy rising data like ashes.

"The magic value has risen to ninety percent, Your Highness, you will be able to get what you want soon, are you happy?"

The streamer tries to keep his voice as smooth as possible.

He's not angry at all!

It's true...... What a fart!

The mission goal has lived in this plane for nineteen years, and the cumulative demonization value has only reached sixty percent, but as a result, this evil god has risen by thirty percent in less than a month!

I'm afraid this person is not a spy sent by the Endless Abyss!

Be sure to report her when you go back!

Just as the streamer was planning to report, the Cangyue hidden in the darkness finally moved!

She first cast a purification spell to dispel the demonic energy in the room.

After Mr. Shen lost the restraint of demonic energy, he fell directly to the ground, his face turned blue, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Song Ran saw the person who suddenly appeared in the room, and the dark eyes instantly dissipated.

"Are you here for me?"

A smile appeared on his always cold face, like a clear sunny day after the ice and snow melted, and like bathing in the sun, which made people warm up.

Cangyue met his expectant gaze and hooked the corners of her lips: "I'll send you home." ”