The flaming whip swung like a snake, splitting more and more of its whips, and slammed into Pandora's body, whipping her tumbling on the snow. Her snow-white skin was instantly covered with scorched marks, crisscrossing one after another, and it looked terrifying. In a tumbling process, the tanned skin falls off and is replaced by a new pink skin. So Pandora's otherwise perfect body is now scorched black and pink, with a large patch of snow-white intact skin in between.

The whipping seems to be never-ending.

Pandora snorted at first, then groaned, then wept in pain, until she began to scream that the apostle poured out the anger that had accumulated in his chest and slowly collected the flaming whip.

The flames on the long whip were undoubtedly extremely intense, and even Pandora's body was scorched the moment it came into contact, but the flames of the whip licked the snow on the ground more than once, but it failed to melt the snow.

Looking at Pandora, who was slowly getting up from the snow, the apostle said coldly, "Keep looking for the lamb until you find him." If you dare to 'seek' like you do now, next time it won't be such a light punishment!" ”

Pandora's body trembled, the aftermath of the pain far from over. She struggled to fall on the snow and said, "As you wish." ”

The humiliating gesture and deferential answer pleased the apostle, and he snorted and sneered and spat out a word: "Inferior reptile!" "Consciousness turns into a dark tide and rolls away.

Pandora crouched, her beautiful face pressed against the snow, motionless. Her eyes were still bright black, quietly looking at the chaos of snow in front of her, but the focus of her gaze did not know where it fell.

The snow began to fall again.

Large snowflakes fell one after another, covering her naked **. It wasn't until the snow covered her all that Pandora's eyes moved, and she slowly propped herself up and stood up from the snow. In the vast snow, her body was crystal clear, like a layer of faint smoke. The Black Flame Chapter not only has a strong defense, but also has the ability to restore fù

She looked around, and the clothes she was wearing had been shattered by the flaming whip. The apostle deliberately did not leave her any clothes, and there was also an element of humiliation. Strictly speaking, the Black Flame Chapter can only be regarded as a humanoid weapon, and without Pandora's soul, she is just a walking corpse. But for Pandora, the Black Flame Chapter is more than just a weapon.

She didn't look at the fragments of clothes on the ground again, but ** her body, facing the wind and snow in her face, and disappeared into the vast north.

On the edge of a vast forest, there are several wooden houses. It's so big that it's not even a village. Scattered among the wooden houses were five men, some older and younger, all of whom had the same profession, all mutant hunters. They hunt rare mutated creatures in the primeval forests and sell them to the Radiant Crusaders to make a living. When mutated creatures are hard to find, they will also hunt some fleshy beasts and sell them in exchange for necessities and weapons and ammunition. More than a hundred kilometers away from here, there was an outpost of the Holy Radiance Crusaders, and the guards and officers there were very fond of the game they sent. And the specimens of mutated creatures, for each one handed in, will receive a large number of merits.

The hunter's life is lonely and lonely, but he is free, and he does not have to fight for food like the wilderness wanderers. In fact, the living environment of the primeval forest in the snow country is far harsher than that of the wilderness, although the resources are abundant, but the people with slightly less ability cannot survive here at all. In the harsh winter months, even during the warmest part of the day, the temperature is below -50 degrees. And some rare mutated creatures will only appear at this time. None of the hunters who can survive here are simple.

This season has just started in winter, and it is the most relaxing time of the year. An elderly hunter pushed open the door of the hut and walked out sleepy-eyed, still smelling of wine. Half of the white, though messy, is as hard as a steel wire. He stretched his body freely, and the cold wind blew on his chest, which actually made him feel very comfortable. The temperature had reached minus thirty degrees, but the middle-aged hunter wore only a leather coat and exposed his hairy chest. His figure was not too muscular, but his lines were fine and full of rigidity, and in the eyes of experienced people, these muscles represented at least a third-order strength and a third-order defense. In the Dark Dragoon, it has barely reached the standard of a full-fledged Dragoon private. It's not surprising to think about it, if you want to live in this hellish place, you can live a good life, how can you do it without some strength.

This is a land of freedom, and even the cold air is filled with the smell of freedom. The only regret is that there are a few fewer women. Ordinary women simply can't live in this environment. At this time, the middle-aged hunter's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Woman? It's a woman! And it's a stunning beauty with no clothes on! She didn't mean to hide the sensitive parts at all, and walked naturally like that, her long black hair hanging down to her chest, but it didn't hide the two points of upturned red.

The middle-aged hunter thought his eyes were spent, and rubbed them vigorously a few times before looking again. He saw the beautiful girl who was ** again. But this time, he didn't believe his eyes even more. When I saw her just now, she was still a kilometer away. But just rubbing her eyes, how did this black-haired girl appear in front of her? Close enough to reach out and touch her!

The middle-aged hunter does not know whether to thank God for the gift or to be wary of the devil's trap. The beauty of the black-haired girl made his brain go blank for a moment, and he didn't even have any physiological reaction! The middle-aged hunter saw the black-haired girl pouting and seemed to blow at him. Then the world before him dimmed, and his eyes were blind. The middle-aged hunter had not yet figured out this fact, and life was as fast as the light was leaving him.

The weather is getting warmer.

Pandora left the small hunter camp. She didn't spend a few minutes here, but she was clothed and fed, and she was half-fed, leaving behind six corpses that were the remnants of her meal.

[Ti: Dear book friends, the current chapter has reached the last page of the book]