The monster's blood-red tears dripped to the ground, causing a puff of black smoke to fill the ground.

The green smoke curled into the air, slowly fading little by little.

In this faint green smoke, there was a smell of sorrow and sadness.

The people around them were motionless in the smell of sorrow and sorrow, and they did not dare to move in the slightest.

After half a ring, the centipede in the monster's mouth finished eating, and even the blood and tears in his eyes did not continue to drip to the ground.

His eyes changed from new to silent, as if he was no longer interested in anything.

Among the people kneeling in front of him, the old man who was sewing and mending his body was the first to speak: "Benefactor, tomorrow is the day of the competition of miscellaneous disciples, and on this good day, you can enjoy a feast of blood again." ”

The monster's head still didn't rise, he just said lightly: "Blood is just seasoning, in fact, the most nostalgic thing is the food." ”

Everyone else was stunned, they couldn't understand what the monster meant, even the old man kneeling at the front didn't know why.

The old man kneeling in front of him said, "Even if it's a seasoning, it's good, isn't it?"

"Indeed, even if it's a seasoning, it's barely enough. "Monster Road.

The old man's thin mouth smiled slightly, and then said, "Benefactor, you should be happy now, because I have brought twenty women to dance for you." ”

As the old man spoke, his thin hands couldn't stop patting.

When these two hands were clapped, twenty graceful girls began to slowly walk out from behind.

These twenty girls are not only graceful, but even their looks are first-class bewitching.

When he saw the twenty women, the monster's silent eyes twitched slightly, and then he looked at the twenty women.

The women had intense fear in their eyes, but their bodies seemed to be outside the control of their thoughts, and although fear took over their eyes, they still stood gracefully.

The monster looked at the twenty women, and for the first time there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he opened his mouth slightly, and spat out a black mist from his mouth, and the black mist quickly disappeared into the forehead of a woman in a red dress.

When this black mist sank into the forehead of the woman in the red dress, the woman's face began to distort.

However, her face did not become ugly in the distortion, but became more and more beautiful, and in the faintness, it seemed to be a different person.

After a while, the hideous color on the face of the woman in the red dress disappeared, and her whole person became more temperamental, whether it was his hair, her jade-like face, or her jade nose, they all gave people a good feeling.

She is nobler than just now, more beautiful than just now, more attractive than just now.

Looking at the woman in the red dress who had changed her face, the monster couldn't help but nod when he stared at the woman's face, he was very satisfied, but when he looked at the woman's figure again, he was a little dissatisfied, and in the dissatisfaction he said to himself: "Fang'er's figure is not so good." ”

As he spoke, a puff of smoke came out of the monster's mouth again, and the smoke quickly sank into the woman's forehead.

This time, it was the woman's figure that began to change, her figure was no longer so slim, but it also looked beautiful.

The monster nodded incessantly and said, "This is in line with Fang'er's appearance." ”

As he spoke, his eyes kept on the woman's body, whether it was that beautiful face or that heart-warming figure, he was deeply fascinated.

At this time, it was quiet, very quiet.

Wu Nian knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Benefactor, now that I have gone out with these disciples, you can slowly appreciate it." ”

The monster didn't speak, because at this moment, his eyes were all focused on the woman in the red dress, and it seemed that every time he looked at the woman, it was an indescribable eternity.

Wu Nian didn't speak, he just got up quietly and walked towards the dark distance.

The eighteen disciples also respectfully followed behind Wu Nian.

In the blink of an eye, the place was silent, and only the monster and twenty women remained.

The monster's eyes were fixed on the woman in the red dress, and he looked at it for a long, long time.

As if tired of watching, the monster couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, "Although you were made by me to look exactly like her, after all, you are not her, and you will never be her." ”

As he spoke, blood and tears fell from his eyes again, and when the tears fell to the ground, a burst of sadness rose with extreme sadness.

Tick tock, tick tock!

In this world, it is quiet, but there is always a sobbing sound in the quiet.

I don't know how long I cried, the monster looked at the woman in the red dress again, and he said softly: "Fang'er, let's do a dance, you liked to let me watch you dance the most, and I still remember when you danced, whether it was your demeanor or movements, it was so extreme, it was so beautiful." ”

As the monster spoke, he gently exhaled a colorless breath again.

The colorless breath carried infinite nostalgia, with infinite sorrow, and soon enveloped the twenty women, and of course, the woman in the red dress.

Under the shroud of sadness, the woman in the red dress began to dance, her steps were very light, and there was a different kind of beauty in the lightness.

She is like a butterfly fluttering freely in the sky, her Roman body is writhing, it is so natural, her hair, in this dark night, looks so dark, so bright, so obsessive.

Her face is so unforgettable, as long as you look at it, it seems to be eternal, it is eternity in eternity.

His eyes were so natural, at this moment, she didn't know what magic was covered, she only knew how to dance to her heart's content at this moment.

Many women around them danced together like the woman in the red dress, but although the women around them were beautiful, they were much worse than the women in the red dress.

Whether it is appearance or dancing, the women around him are too much worse, too much.

The monster's tender eyes looked at the many dancing women, and his gaze only stopped at the woman in the red dress.

Whether it is a thousand years of loneliness or ten thousand years of loneliness, when the monster's eyes stay on the woman in the red dress, all loneliness is nothing.

When he looked at the graceful dancing figure of the woman in the red dress, the more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became, so that in the end, there was both clarity and an indescribable confusion in his eyes.

When confusion flashed in his eyes, he wept and choked up while composing poetry.

"Love parting, pain.

The breeze is drunk, and the people are empty.

Love is one person, unrequited love.

The dance steps of the past seem to be gone,

There is so much sadness today.

Alone in a cage,

Qianying is not like her. ”

"Not like her, not like her, hahaha......" At last he laughed out loud like a madman, and this laughter contained the tears that he couldn't stop falling.