"Drink !!"

At this moment, the formless and formless blood mist was as tight as a blade, and the blood mist rolled like a dragon, colliding fiercely with the flesh, pulling the corpse head dragon out of the mountain with the momentum of pulling out.

"Clam clam ......"

The flesh dripping with yellow greasy corpse oil was as tight as steel, and it rolled wildly and swept in all directions.

Since ancient times, the war of the powerful country has suffered from the civilian population, the gods have fought and the lives of mortals have been ruined, and at this moment, the two creatures that have surpassed human cognition have wrestled and struggled, and the first to be unlucky is the fragile ordinary people. The upper-level elite lawyer had already been swallowed by the corpse dragon, and the rest of Seinfeld, Elena, a young man dressed as a student, and a swarthy man with five big and three thick, they were like a flat boat under a storm, their faces were full of distorted horror, and they didn't dare to get up when they lay on the ground.

The scene in front of them was completely beyond their imagination, and the outlook on life that "science can explain everything" in the past was completely ruthlessly broken by this unscientific reality at this time. Self-deception is just idiotic behavior, and they no longer think that this monster, which is bigger than several elephants combined, will be some kind of "extra".

However, there is also Lear, who has seen such strange powers from him for the first time since he met Jory. Look at the blood-colored mist that is full of evil aura, and listen to the sound of blood flowing along with the strange screams......

If it were in Lear's hometown, Jory would be a heinous demon! Regardless of whether his heart is good or evil, the evil power he shows is enough for the righteous warriors on the continent to crusade against him!

Spreading its transparent wings, it flew into the air, its cheeks puffed out and clenched into a small fist, cheering for Jory with high morale.

"Mi! Cat’s meow! Cat’s meow! ”

Staring at the corpse dragon nervously. With a left hook and a right hook, it seemed to imagine itself as Jory, fighting the big monsters.

"Master, you have a very powerful weapon, why don't you use it?"

This gray-white behemoth is not a joke, with the nature of the blood mist that can occupy the body, Jory can barely get into a stalemate with the corpse-headed dragon, but it is only a matter of time before the corpse-headed dragon gets rid of himself. And the sudden and inexplicable transmission of the coat of arms made Jory wonder.

A powerful weapon?

"There is an elf born of the power of life and death. Why don't you let it do its job. ”

The elf of life and death, Jory has not forgotten the origin of the dots, it is the elf of the song that appears in the stream of life and death, the melody of death.

Sometimes when I think about it, I don't know how many years. A single one waits in that absolute darkness, and there is nothing but absolute darkness. Jory didn't know how long he had been waiting alone. Darkness all day long. So how lonely should it be......

There is only one of them, and there is no other living creature, maybe Diandian will always sing to himself, and he sings alone all the year round, and there is no audience. I still remember the first time I saw Diandian. Before Jory could see the beautiful blue light and shadow of the night, he heard the poignant and ethereal song first.

At that time, Jory heard a little singing, how lonely, how lonely. That song of loneliness and loneliness. Uncontrollably, it resonated in Qiaoli's heart, and he couldn't help but recall Bai Jing, and then Bai Jing's illusion appeared, and he wanted to bring Qiao Li into the cycle of reincarnation.

If it's for a little bit to sing such a lonely song......

Jory would rather not listen, rather it should not move the ballad again.

And now, there are more smiling faces every day, and the lost loneliness of the past no longer exists. If he could, Jory would like to be happy like this forever, instead of letting Dian Dian shed tears and sing the lonely voice of his own audience.

Although, the lethality of the little death ballad is indeed terrifying, indiscriminately annihilating all life in the range.

"Depending on the dependence of that natural elf on you, master, you can do this......"

Just remembering how Dots had been trapped in the dark for countless years, Jory was about to reject the heraldic offer, when the heraldic told Jory something that made him instantly stupid. Taking advantage of Jori's distraction, the corpse dragon slammed down, half of its body wriggling into the surface.

"No! Absolutely not! I'd rather die than do it! ”

I don't know what Heraldic said to Jory, he was like a fried hair, and he almost drew a line with Heraldic from then on.

"The plan is mine, the choice is yours...... Corpse head dragon, abyssal creature, weighing twelve tons, the newborn body is a corpse maggot, likes to devour rotting corpses and fresh living people, although its name has the word "dragon", but it has nothing to do with the dragon family, its most special feature is that it ......"

Heraldic didn't convince Jory too much to call for a little help, and instead introduced Jory to the "Abyssal Corpse Dragon".

"Abyss Corpse Dragon, high soul quality, high rarity, you regretted not getting the soul of the Abyss Scorpion Beast last time, but this time you have a high chance of hunting the Corpse Dragon, the Castlevania trip, the soul of the Corpse Head Dragon is indispensable."

This coat of arms that should go to hell, every time I use sharp words to target Jory, the thoughts that come into my mind are still so cold and dull, it is clearly the idea of not writing drafts, and the idea of heraldry is so serious, as if it should be like this.

It didn't take long for Jory to finally give in, and he followed the advice given by the heraldic to separate the blood mist, float it to the dots, and then condense the blood shadow clone under it. The finger-high blood clone beckoned to the dots, motioning for it to come down.

Suddenly, seeing the "same kind" appear again, he covered his mouth with two small hands, and flew down in surprise, ready to pounce on the blood shadow clone.

“…… Be sure to sing your favorite song! I've admired your singing voice for a long time, please! ”

Jory's blood shadow clone is unashamedly talking nonsense...... Grandma's, this little ancestor's singing doesn't cost money, but it wants life!

"Hmm!"

Covering his mouth violently, his body instantly stiffened, and his eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"I'm so obsessed with your singing voice and I'm your most loyal listener!"

"Wow......" couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise that gradually became more and more surprised, and nodded his watery eyes, looking directly at Jory's blood shadow clone. Immediately nodded desperately: "Mmmmmmmm ”

Burst!

Jory couldn't seem to be distracted any longer, and the Blood Shadow clone fell apart in an instant. Flying from the ground into the air, a little clear eyes looked at the blood mist entangled with the corpse dragon, the depression and joy in his eyes gradually faded a lot, as if it was choosing which song to sing.

Then he looked at the blood mist around the corpse dragon, its bright eyes, revealing a hint of happiness, but full of nostalgia.

Attachment, I can't bear to give up, but I hope it will last forever......

The first dusty note. The little mouth shook a little.

A love ballad that goes deep into the heart, but it still carries inexplicable happiness and sorrow. Diandian is such a natural elf, its joys, sorrows, and sorrows never know how to disguise and disguise like humans.

As long as it feels happy, it will laugh. If sad. It will shed tears. Even if it's a little heartbroken one second, as long as something surprises it the next. A little bit will still forget the pain and laugh out loud.

And its singing. It is the crystallization of all its emotions, pure emotions without a trace of disguise, which is why the little song can penetrate into the heart.

The nostalgia sung by dots, and its inexplicable happiness and sorrow, do not need lyrics to embellish, as long as anyone who hears it can understand it.

"What do I think. It's not good, this kind of singing ......."

"Boom!"

The little bit of singing was passed on this land full of wounds, and there was something strange in Jory's heart, and in the outside world. He didn't realize that the corpse-headed dragon had been pulled out of the ground by himself.

"Is that good?"

When his mind began to be cranky at this time, Jory didn't feel it at all, he was full of power at the moment, and he was lured into complex and indescribable emotions by the little singing. The blood mist suddenly poured out of the corpse dragon's body like a waterfall, and immediately rushed straight down......

Next, the sky was covered with a curtain-like blood mist, pouring straight down, and pulling twenty or thirty gray and white flesh touches closer to the blood pillar.

"Clam ......"

"Clam ......"

Under the black-red blood curtain, the dry and strange screams suddenly fell silent.

The swirling blood curtain formed a violent tornado, and after the whirlwind that was larger than the house, it was extremely compressed, and quickly condensed towards the silhouette of a human figure. However, before the humanoid form that exuded a strong smell of blood was completely condensed, the bloody man walked towards Seinfeld, who was lucky to survive.

"Don't ...... Don't come here......"

Tears were rolling in Seinfeld's eyes, just now he finally mustered up the courage to stand up, and suddenly saw a figure with a swirling bloody breath walking towards him, his legs trembling almost unsteadily.

Sentimentally attached? Sentimentally attached......

I can't let go of my hometown, this is Aisaras, a demon continent where every inch is buried, not home, not his comfortable, peaceful and warm hometown.

The moment he saw Seinfeld and Elena at that time, Jory was shocked, and he had an impulse more than once, and couldn't help but want to ask them, how are his family and friends doing now, Bai Jing, how is she doing?

However, he did not dare to ask, for fear that after knowing the answer, his conscience would be completely extinguished by the ruthless reality, and he would not be able to hear the reality that he could not accept.

People always run away, from their most frightening fears.

If he asked Seinfeld about his own grandmother, his girlfriend Bai Jing, and his former brother, if Seinfeld replied: Your grandmother is angry, your girlfriend has been dismembered and destroyed, and none of your brothers cares whether you live or die......

But......

There are some things that must be faced, and even avoiding them will not change the facts! Attachment, Jory heard the song of the dots, and also heard its heart, that is, no matter what Jory becomes, the dots will be with him.

A little singing can not only express its own emotions, but also infect all listeners......

The surging evil blood was extremely compressed, and Jori's face became clearer and clearer, revealing his true humanoid body under Seinfeld's horrified gaze.

Jory's shoulder, a thick flesh touch crawled up from behind, and the gray-white ends pressed against Jory's shoulder, slowly opening the bloody mouth of the three layers of fangs.

The heavenly singing stopped, and the little folded wings landed on Jory's shoulder. The bare little feet stepped on the gray-white flesh touch, jumping up and down on the corpse dragon flesh touch.

"Safe playtime is over, and now, the nightmare has just begun......"

"Clam ......"

The gray flesh that came out of Jory's back reached out in front of Seinfeld. (To be continued......)