Nether's eyes looked directly at the little girl in front of him with a grim face, no, it should be said that it was two little girls.

After the two of them said "I'm hungry", they didn't move again.

The girl in front of the Netherworld was staring at the Netherworld at the moment, her hollow eyes showing great proportions on her thin face, and she was a little crazy. Her pupils were cloudy and confused, and her unfocused gaze was like a viscous net, coldly enveloping the net.

The disgusting and clammy horror in the heart of the Netherworld became stronger and stronger, and the conjoined girls made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't control himself from looking at them, he couldn't take his eyes off them, the pair of women covered in blood and flesh were like a black hole, and Netherworld's gaze was sucked by this black hole and couldn't move. He raised his hand with difficulty, the golden soul power of his fingertips swept out, a dagger made of ice and snow solidified broke through the snow, the Nether's wrist flipped outward, and the ice blade went towards the little girl, however, the little girl had no intention of dodging at all, she still stood still, and she didn't even roll her eyes.

"Click".

The ice blade plunged directly into the bridge of her nose in the middle of her eyes, and a few "clicks" of brittle bones were clearly audible above the silent wilderness.

The little girl stood still, and in a moment, the ice blade was melted by her hot blood. Between her eyes, the bridge of her nose has been shattered, leaving only a bloody black ****.

Nether couldn't help but bend down, retching in his throat. That cold feeling of fear welled up in his stomach again, and he clenched his fists, trying to control his trembling body.

"Go-cluck-"

There was a sound of bones and joints writhing.

Nether looked up, and the little girl, who had just been motionless and looked like she was dead, began to writhe stiffly. Her gaze was still cloudy, and the bloody hole in the bridge of her nose was so deep and large that it almost connected her two eyes. She struggled to turn her body and turn her back to face the Netherworld. A face that was exactly the same as the girl just now, but intact, was re-aligned with the Netherworld, the dark pupils were exactly the same, and the cloudy and viscous gaze was like a cold hunting net cast towards the Netherworld.

The pupils of the Netherworld tightened, and the golden carvings on his right arm instantly appeared, and he stretched out his arm and slashed in the air, and on the snow under the little girl's feet, countless sharp icicles burst up, like crazy bamboo shoots, breaking through the ground.

The little girl immediately let out a bitter cry in her throat, and the thin, shrill voice split the silence of the snowfield like a cold light, and after a brief heart-rending moment, everything fell into dead silence again.

Under the dazzling white light of the snow, several sharp icicles had penetrated the little girl's body diagonally from the thighs from the bottom to the top, and two icicles pierced directly from her chest, one pierced into her pale neck, and the other was picked diagonally from her right cheek. She lay on her back, as if she was stuck in the air by these icicles, blood gushing out of her body, flowing along the icicles onto the snow, a large mass of white heat steaming with a sweet smell of blood, covering the pure snowfield.

The fear in the Netherworld's heart grew heavier. The Silver Priest's order was to bring the latest Eroder back to Grant, although he didn't know whether the thing in front of him was a human or a monster, but he still didn't dare to kill her rashly, and the state in front of him made him a little overwhelmed.

He barely endured the nausea in his stomach as he watched the icicles melt.

Then, the sound of bones writhing again sounded. The girl, who had just been stabbed with a thousand holes, once again turned her other body to the netherworld.

The pupils of the Netherworld contracted for a moment, and the bloody hole that had just stayed between her eyes had disappeared, and the girl's face was now intact, without even a single scar. She was still staring at the Nether with those cloudy eyes, and she was humming some vague syllables low in her throat that sounded eerie.

Nether's face had turned to complete ashes, as if all blood and life force had been devoured, but he himself didn't realize it, he was firmly controlled by fear.

The hard pull just now instantly threw Treya out of a distance of more than ten meters. Her slender body fell from the sky like a kite blown by the wind, and blood sprayed out, splashing on the snow and solidifying into brilliant red ice flowers.

She slammed into a black rock that exposed the snow, the sharp, dull pain blinded her eyes, her vision instantly darkened, and she felt as if the bones in her body had shattered, and the place of her collarbone seemed to be stuffed into a red-hot soldering iron, emitting a sharp burning pain.

The intense pain that swept over her like a tidal wave completely swallowed her sight and hearing, and all she could see was pitch black in her eyes, and a sharp metal beep resounded in her ears. The sharp blades on her body, like spider feet burned by fire, quickly retracted into her bloody body. There was a huge bloody hole in her shoulder, and along with her collarbone and the tendons and tendons that stuck to it, it had been torn off by those powerful hands. Treya opened her mouth to call out for help to the Nether, however, her throat was now filled with blood and could only make a faint "gurgling" sound.

In Treya's blurred vision, which was gradually recovering, the orange figure once again rushed towards her with lightning speed. He raised his hands as sharp as blades again, but he didn't cut them down.

On the snow, except for the sound of the wind, only the sound of heavy wheezing remained.

Treya's vision gradually recovered, and she saw that standing in front of her was a young man with almost all ****, with short red hair, standing on top of his head like a flame. His eyebrows and eyes were very deep, but his eyes were docile and clear, and his dark red pupils were like two warm rubies, shining beautifully in the snow. His eyebrows are thick and soft, like the back hair of a black fox, the bridge of his nose is straight and high, his lips are full, slightly open, and he wants to speak, making him look innocent and innocent.

His appearance and the bloody killing did not seem to have the slightest relationship.

However, Treya can clearly see the surging desire in his eyes, the most primitive and fiery desire - that is the strongest **** between men and women.

Treya followed his gaze and looked down at herself, her long black tight dress, already tattered, her snow-white skin was exposed in the cold air, the cold wind blew through her skin, bringing a rosy flush, and her slender thighs were almost completely naked in front of him.

- It's like an indestructible wall of ice, and a small crack suddenly appears.

Treya's eyes instantly turned white, the blizzard filled her eyes in an instant, her gaze swirling into a golden exploration net, she knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for, a flawed moment that would allow her to turn the tide.

She distinctly felt that the soul power in the man in front of her was spiraling out of control, and his power was flowing out of control as his breathing became more and more rapid and cloudy. She closed her eyes and quickly sensed the change in his soul power—"This is it!"

She quickly raised her hand, used the last of her strength, struggled to pounce on him, and she quickly touched the left lower abdomen of his **** - that was where her soul mark was located that she had just discovered. The ends of her five fingers quickly unleashed sharp soul power, as if a scurriing poisonous snake had bitten into his wheat-colored skin, and the man only had time to feel a few cold sharp pains piercing the soul mark, and then he fell down heavily, falling on the black rock, unconscious.

Treya's soul power was also close to collapse, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was swimming on the edge of death, she closed her eyes and let her body collapse, she knew very well that in this ice and snow, there was an inexhaustible water element for her to use, this was a white sea, and she would slowly recover. (To be continued.) )