Chapter 332: Crafting Weapons with Beautiful Women (Summoning a Commuter Pass)

Originally, the promotion of the administrator of Paradise Island was based on his proficiency in using Uriel, and Red Heaven also specially gave you his own dragon egg, but you never helped it hatch a young dragon. Originally, that task would have helped you get to a higher level. ”

I shrugged and said, "If I had done my job, I would have been killed by a humpback by now." ”

"Oh, not to mention that, this is the undead who once came to offend Paradise Island, and I'm sure you can use it to create a powerful weapon. ”

Levi Anson picked up the snake's tail, and a petite beauty was thrown to the ground, she was completely unconscious, and there was almost nothing on her body, but the powerful death power in her body, even I was secretly frightened.

"The vampire prince, and he is also a powerhouse who has broken through to the silver level!"

"That's right, I'd love to see how you manipulate the Uriel Forge, and if this ingredient can be used as a ticket!"

"I'm not afraid to visit, but it's a bit of a tyrannical thing to use such a living beauty to make cold weapons. This sin should be counted on the humphead dragon, if it weren't for him, why should I be so cruel. ”

The tetrahedron scattered this brilliant colored light, flew out of the body, I stretched out my hand to hold it, it was firmly fixed in the air, and tens of thousands of Isaiah spirit runes flew out of the four faces, and these runes formed a divine radiance altar.

The red scaly flew up with a hateful kick and kicked the petite beauty into the Uriel forge, and the anger in her eyes was about to erupt. "Messiah, if you hadn't seduced the humphead dragon in the first place, how could he have come to the Red Scale Sea!"

There's no justice to the little girl's anger, but I don't want to argue about it. It's the same undead, and I don't have a different attitude just because this vampire is a beauty.

In Uriel's forge factory, the petite beauty's profile was immediately displayed at a glance.

"Mesaiah, a second-level silver-level vampire prince, has a three-percent red-scaled dragon bloodline, and is one thousand six hundred and eighty-one years old......"

Levi Anson commented on the side, "Messiah is the illegitimate daughter of the Red Scale Dragon General. It's also the sister of the red scales, the ...... of the humphead dragon But she was abandoned by everyone, including her father, her sister, the humpher dragon lover, and you and me!"

I exclaimed, "When did I abandon her?"

Levi Anson laughed and said, "Aren't you trying to forge the Messiah into a weapon?, and I'm the one to blame for providing the raw materials, and of course you and I are sinners." It is also the most cruel part of the world that abandoned her. ”

I closed my eyes suddenly. The heart was convinced, and there was a faint sympathy. No matter what kind of woman this Messiah is, but her life is pathetic. I don't know how she ended up in Levi Anson's hands, but it certainly wasn't going to be a pleasant story.

After taking a few deep breaths, my heart hardened again. Revealing a danger that does not represent happiness in his heart at all, he said lightly: "I am a demon, I used to be a demon, I am about to be killed by the humphead dragon, that bastard is still this woman's former adulterer, the red scale clothes need weapons, I need warriors...... I'm not justifiably merciful, am I?"

Levi Anson replied softly, "Yes, but you still said these words that made your will strong, are you a little shaken? In fact, it is not difficult to be a good person. You can save someone at your fingertips, and maybe save her life at the same time, the humphead is not an unstoppable enemy, we have other options......"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the petite beauty on the altar turned into a blood-colored flame, and my face became cold and hard. Invested in the forging of a new weapon in the Red Scales.

Analyzing the memories of the fire of Mesaiah's soul, the life of this poor and pathetic vampire, slowly flowed into my heart, and at this moment I knew more about her than anyone else in the world.

No one can read her entire memory as much as I do.

Mesaiah is a very kind girl, or very simple, her mother is a vampire queen under the command of the Red Scale Dragon General, and in an unexpected favor, with a probability of less than one in a thousand. Conceived this unblessed girl.

Her mother's strength slipped all the way to the bottom because she gave birth to her, and now she is missing, and she doesn't know if she has died a long time ago. Her father, the Red Scale Dragon General, was very important about bloodlines, so she didn't get any attention. Although the Red Scale Dragon General still took her with him because of the thin blood in her body.

Redscale hated this sister very much, and the Mesaian land did not have a happy childhood until the appearance of the humphead general.

I can't bear to read it, the same story about the tragedy between men and women, I don't know how many times in the world, this time it's just a rehash of the same old tune, but the hero and heroine have changed their names.

In the end, the humphead dragon general somehow hooked up with the female god of war Nana, Mesaiah has always known about the humphead dragon general's deception, but she never revealed this secret, maybe she has some kind of fantasy, maybe she just wants to deceive herself and make her world not fall so badly.

However, just as Levi Anson said, the cruel world that abandoned her ended up shamelessly pushing the girl behind her back, and the humphead dragon general coaxed Mesaiah to go to Paradise Island to find the treasure, and promised that he would follow, so that she would not have to worry.

As a result, Messiah met Levianson, but the humphead dragon general never appeared......

In the Uriel forge, in the midst of the red and miserable blood flames, a two-pronged spear and a small shield were taking shape, and my face lost any expression.

Yan Tianhong saw that I had finished typing in the last Isaiah Lingzi rune command, and gently pressed her hand on my back and asked, "What you just said was what you wanted to ......?"

"Those words are meant to express my hypocrisy! ”

My tone was not cold, nor was it unpleasant, but the emotions contained in it were so complicated that even I couldn't tell them, and the only thing I could control now was my hands, holding this weapon of the same level as the Messiah, and I didn't want to say anything.