The morning in the woods carries a moist, vibrant fragrance, and a thin mist softens the overly vivid green.

Crane was like a cheetah passing through the territory of other beasts, tense his spirit and muscles, and he was reluctant to waste a second moving quickly, and such a fresh morning did not make him feel happy at all.

A half-yellow, half-green leaf naturally fell off the tall tree, and without warning, it suddenly stuck to Crane's mouth and nose, and all the objects around it seemed to have received an order to attack Crane wildly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Crane's right hand reached into his coat pocket, and his body suddenly collapsed into a thin piece, and when he appeared not far from the side, the silver-white harmonica was already in his hand.

Crane immediately raised his arm to bring the harmonica to his mouth, but the pieces of paper in his pocket flew up faster, clinging to it before his master could open his mouth, and at the same time his coat shrank inward, and countless emerald green leaves struck at the same time like sharp blades cutting through the air.

In the blink of an eye, Crane snapped his fingers with his left hand, and as the flames rose and engulfed Crane, he leaped to the side, his right hand close to his mouth.

The long-range attack was only to stop the target, and at this time, the old man like dead wood had already appeared in Crane's sight, and the withered figure was also reflected in Crane's dark brown eyes.

Crane only felt that he was suddenly drenched by a bucket of ice water, and his body suddenly lost control, and for a moment he had already predicted his fate, and he broke his neck and died.

I just don't know what the Rose School will do with their corpses, probably they won't even have a chance to open the coffin, and they will definitely not bury themselves properly.

Although a bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, he did not give up on himself and wait for death, he was still desperately manipulating the Gilsias on the edge of a hundred meters to impact the old man's spirit, hoping to find a crack and plant the seed. He believed that the indulgent demigods of the Rose School, even if they were silent and dead on the outside, should be full of tyrannical desires on the inside.

However, after a second, Crane did not commit suicide, and he immediately understood that the Rose School wanted to seriously injure him and capture him alive.

Miss Courier finally stepped out of the void, and two of her four blonde red-eyed heads flew toward Crane.

When Crane regained control of his body, Renette and the withered old man were gone, and under the vision of the spirit thread, two black lines flew through all the space, sometimes entangled and sometimes separated.

Crane was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a thin, dark green arrow suddenly appeared in his perception and shot at him at such speed that he didn't have time to jump out of the way to dodge. The glove on his left hand had been flowing with a noble and evil brilliance, and with a slight twist, the thin arrow that had come in front of him grazed the broken hair on his forehead and plunged diagonally upwards into a thick trunk. The tall and lush tree suddenly withered as if it had been subjected to the magic of time, and its decay spread upwards and downwards from the position of the arrow, and the tree finally broke off and fell overwhelmed.

However, the trees stared at Crane as if they had eyes, and Crane scrambled to dodge. A thin arrow faster than before suddenly appeared behind Crane, and before it could twist its target, the thin arrow pierced straight into the back of his heart.

The jacket that was left after burning it shattered, and the pieces of cloth that had been corroded to the ground were scattered, revealing a tawny sheepskin book that had been fixed to the outside of the inner shirt. The smell of withering and death enraged the book, and it caused a silvery electric glow to burst from the cover, making a "sizzling" sound, removing all filth from its power.

Crane grinned involuntarily at the electrocution.

At the same time, he also saw two new black lines appear in the vision of the spirit thread, and he immediately found a delicate brass jewelry box from the abnormal shirt with many pockets.

In the afterglow, a man wearing a black clerical robe, who was also as thin as a zombie, approached, and the dark and cold aura was like substance, entrenched around him, and the grass and trees passing by seemed to be complacent.

Another demigod starts!

But Miss Courier has been tripped up by the one she used to be!

To make matters worse, he had just seen another black group.

Damn, should the mother tree of desire be so and thirsty, I'm afraid the Rose School will not come out of the nest!

Before his eyes could once again clearly reflect someone's figure, Crane pierced the spiritual wall that sealed the jewelry box and opened its lid.

Pure, fiery, dazzling light emanated from the gem in the box, enveloping a large area around it in a bright white glow, and all the filth, corrosion, evil, and death breath were melted away.

"Ahh

The screams came, and the third black line jumped into the light, and the ghost began to melt like hot butter, and the man suddenly broke out of the state of the ghost and returned to the entity, wearing an old tricorne, with sunken eye sockets, and a frighteningly pale face, Señor struggled to move towards the light.

The bloody general had just joined the battle, and before he could send out any ability, he was seriously injured and on the verge of retiring.

"Humph!"

The zombie man stood at the edge of the Darknessless Realm, snorting disdainfully, and when he walked directly into the sea of light, Crane suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and the person who was being burned by the light and heat suddenly turned from a demigod of the Rose School to Crane.

At this moment, Crane was even a little desperate, a little unwilling, and a little regretful.

"This place is forbidden to be the source of the curse!"

"Hey, hey! Surprised? Not surprised? ”

The familiar voice of a long-missed hippie smiling face suddenly sounded in his head, and Crane's heart was filled with great joy.

"I've been watching you get beaten all the time, it's so miserable."

Joy is like a popping balloon, puffing and erupting, and the emotion of anger successfully rises into the air.

The source of the curse was gone, and Crane's pain was lightened, and he endured the aftermath of the burn and put away the brass box.

While breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but whisper: "Why do you just watch and don't help, what if I accidentally die." ”

However, the lamp god can still listen attentively to Crane while fighting, and he looks like he is at ease.

"Then think about it, if the magic lamp was in your hand from the beginning, you tell me, what do you want to do first thing when you see them?"

Crane was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Look, good book, let you use it as a heart guard, have you considered the idea of Goshinam? Have you considered Angleweed's idea? ”

Crane hurriedly approached the puppet who had done nothing, and he looked around to find the wounded Seigor.