The crimson moon burns the sky with blood.

The furious aura caused a miserable cloud, and involuntarily slowly penetrated the blood-colored diffuse.

The cold star had abandoned its pale face and robbed it of the crimson of the rose. The magnificent figure comfortably spreads the crimson and demonic light of death.

The lost afterglow is like the tongue of death, drinking warm red wine and slowly savoring the last desperate cry of the soul......

The strange figure of the candle dragon suddenly appeared in front of the official.

The hideous muscles were knotted, and the burly body stood there like a heavy stone statue, strong but not bulky.

A pair of sharp eyes, staring closely at the ugly face of the official.

The striking scar on his right eye is even more vicious.

The stubborn silence, the silent confrontation spawned endless irritation.

The atmosphere was as cold as the air outside. The anger in the chests of everyone present was burning uncontrollably.

Even Xiao Yuan began to control his restless emotions, if he wasn't calm enough, he would have rushed forward to fight.

Finally, there was a fat prison guard, who couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

He pulled out the baton hanging from his body and rushed to the candle dragon.

kept muttering: "Which fucking onion is your boy, it's your turn to block here."

After saying that, he picked up the baton and hit the candle dragon.

The candle dragon looked at the sudden baton with a look of disdain.

The obese prison guard, when he saw Candle Dragon's attitude.

Angry wow wow screamed, and the fat on his face couldn't stop trembling.

I saw that the candle dragon didn't dodge, and resisted this blow with his body.

Then he said contemptuously: "Weak, why are you so fucking weak".

After saying that, his eyes were sharp, and he swung his iron fist and knocked the fat prison guard away with just one punch.

I saw the prison guard covering his already swollen cheeks, lying on the ground, and couldn't stop wailing.

At this time, the official's cold face couldn't help twitching.

He knew that Candle Dragon could fight, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful.

He looked at the candle dragon indifferently and said, "Do you think that you alone can change my decision?"

Candle Dragon glanced at the official and said calmly: "Who said that I am alone, you look behind me."

As soon as the official heard it, he looked behind the candle dragon.

I saw that under the cover of the vast night, at some point, behind the candle dragon, there were more than a hundred brothers standing.

The official stared at the candle dragon, and he shrewdly began to calculate.

Knowing that he couldn't take advantage of anything today, he rationally retreated with his people......

This life-fighting battle ended dramatically like this, which is really incredible.

In a dark corner of this prison, Ji Qiang woke up from his nightmare again. A cold sweat soaked through his clothes.

In his nightmares, he dreamed again and again that he had struggled to get up from the pile of dead.

The big bloodstained hand clutched the broken knife that had already been curled.

Crimson blood slowly dripped down the blade. The ground beneath his feet was red with blood, and his vision began to blur.

A bloodstained corpse lay in front of him.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into his eyes, and the candle dragon's limbs twisted in pain were lying on the cold ground.

A sharp steel knife pierced his back with the afterglow of the blood moon.

Pulling a trail of blood, he slowly squirmed and crawled towards him......

He even saw Xiao Yuan, as well as Xuanyu, Li Hu, and Ah Chou, all of whose corpses were constantly rising and falling in the surging pool of blood.

There was no longer the sparkle of the past in the desperate eyes, replaced by the coldness and emptiness of death......

The shocking sight made him feel dizzy.

Unable to even stand on his feet, he had to kneel on the ground with the bladed steel knife.

The painful body seemed to be cracked, and his consciousness of life was gradually fading.

Suddenly, a black and dirty wild dog broke into his sight.

The wild dog frantically gnawed at the carcass, filling its already empty skin. The piercing sound of chewing and swallowing shook the world in horror.

The wild dogs stared at him greedily, salivating as if they were facing a piece of carrion.

When Ji Qiang watched the wild dog approach him step by step, he threw the remnant knife in his hand with all his strength.

The wild dog deftly dodged and jumped to the side. Like a black ghost, shuttling through this blood-filled space.

Only a "clang" was heard, and the remnant knife fell into a pool of blood, splashing a large area of dirty blood.

The wild dog barked wildly, baring its fangs. Like the messenger of death, it carries the message of death......