"Hey, don't faint like in a TV series, you haven't made it clear yet." Xiao Yu shook the elf's body frantically and said in an anxious tone.

What kind of bloody plot is this, if you die like this, then how can you save people? Do you want to play reasoning?

"Don't shake Xiaoyu, he's still alive." Yunica directly pressed Xiaoyu's hands, for fear that she would shake the dying elf to death.

"Huh?" Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, watching the elf whose eyes were gradually confused subconsciously let go, and with a click, the elf fell to the ground again, letting out a faint moan.

"That's... I've watched too many TV series lately, sorry. Xiaoyu hurriedly apologized and then changed the topic very politely: "What's the matter with Santa Claus you are talking about?" And what's wrong with you? ”

"Soon, there's darkness coming, it's devouring the Christmas house, it's critical now, grab my hand, I'll take you there." The elf endured the churning in his stomach and stretched out his hand with difficulty.

Xiao Yu blinked, and the sound of a helicopter propeller came from the sky at this time, and after more than an hour, Daddy finally arrived.

Surprise flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes, and before she could speak, the elf's hand had already held her, and in an instant, Xiao Yu disappeared in place.

The little eagle was stunned, it stretched out its claws and touched the place where Xiaoyu was originally located, after making sure that the big owner of the spicy disappeared, it suddenly became anxious, and even the little white cat next to it was anxious to run around, bringing a trace of chaos to the field for a while.

"Don't worry, it's okay, let's go gather our people quickly, and when our king comes out, we will go and save her." Yunica is also in a hurry, but now the main task of their cat people is to release the tortured king.

The eaglet ignored her, and after a moment of spun it quickly stirred up its wings and flew in the direction from which the sound of propellers came from outside the passage.

Clearly, it didn't have time to wait for the king to appear.

There was panic in Yunica's eyes, and she picked up the little white cat on the ground and ran after the little griffon, her mouth meowing incessantly.

The sound was so sharp that it even pierced through the rocks and spread through the city.

And some of the cat people who heard this voice also followed the guidance of this voice and quickly converged, and they also made the same sound on the way here.

For a moment, the whole city was filled with strange cat meows.

"Kitty? Why are you here? What about Xiaoyu? ”

In mid-air, the father on the helicopter looked at the griffin who was very anxious in front of him and asked.

"Woo~呖~"

The silent griffon was in a hurry, scurrying around with its four legs gesturing something, and its mouth kept making anxious calls.

"Daddy doesn't know griffin language, so tell Xiaoyu to come out." Dad obviously didn't understand what he was doing, and said in a somewhat confused tone.

The little griffin was even more anxious, its sharp gaze skimmed to a figure below, and immediately swooped down, and without the reaction of the cats, it directly picked up Unika with its lion claws and instantly rose into the sky.

And Dad's gaze gradually became heavier at this time, and he seemed to have realized something.

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Christmas space.

The place has been reduced to ruins, only the wreckage of the Christmas house remains, one by one elves are falling in the ruins and moaning, a cyan giant snake around them, with the black and gold figure on the head of the giant snake, and the snowflakes dancing wildly in the hunting cold wind, add a touch of cruelty and .... Beautiful?

Shen Zhao looked at the soul of Santa Claus in his hand and frowned a little, obviously feeling the authority of hope, but there was no soul in Mao?

"Where is the hope?" Shen Zhao threw a large cloud of righteous qi from his left hand into the monarch's space, and asked with a scarlet gaze firmly on the soul on his right hand.

Santa Claus looked at the elves rolling on the ground around him, his eyes were full of worry, but he didn't answer Shenzhao's words, and he didn't seem to be afraid of death.

"It's okay...."Shen Zhao muttered and stretched out his hand, and a little elf exploded into a blood mist and died tragically on the spot.

It was also at this moment that a trace of panic flashed in Santa's eyes: "Wait, I said..."

"No need." A faint smile appeared on Kamiaki's face, and a small purple bag flew out of the pocket of his trench coat and opened in the air.

At this time, all the elves present were attacked by darkness at the same time, and it was also at this moment that Santa Claus let out a desperate roar: "Ahhh That's the hope of the children, you can't take it away..."

He wanted to die with the demon monarch in front of him, but the soul of the monarch in front of him was incredibly powerful, and the soul he had conceived for nearly a thousand years could not invade.

"Don't, don't, please, can't take away the children's hope...."

Shen Zhao didn't bother to listen, and the darkness in his hand surged wildly, rubbing Santa's soul into a ball, and the cry from the soul disappeared in an instant.

There was not a single sound except for the cold wind.

Shen Zhao's eyes lit up, looking at the small purple bag that was running, no wonder Santa Claus was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that these elves would be hurt, and thought it was kindness, but it turned out that he hid hope in them.

A dreamy point of light in front of him was pouring into the small bag in the air from a cloud of blood mist,

"Shaping life with hope... Awesome...."God Zhao was amazed.

These elves weren't really creatures, they were more like magical items, or creatures like Quetzalcoatl, but they were lower than Quetzalcoatl's level.

After all, fear and hope are equal, and this hope in front of us is very different from the fear of the mirror god, not even a tenth.

And Quetzalcoatl's sun and agricultural authority are real authority, as for the sky, it is a thing of Westwood, and Quetzalcoatl can only fly.

But even so, this authority of hope can be regarded as a windfall, it was just for fun, but it turned out to be an emotional authority, which is the result of winning the lottery lottery.

Shen Zhao waved his hand, and one by one dark ninjas appeared, and knelt down on one knee at him, the combat power of these ninjas was at the level summoned by Xiao Yu, and they were all super thugs who could fight with Long Chen, and the situation of paddling would no longer occur.

"Empty here." Shen Zhao waved his hand, he hadn't forgotten Wa Long's request, this time the power of the goods was not ordinary.

Taking back the small bag that has absorbed the power of hope, Shen Zhao still has a very big doubt, are the black qi and righteous qi really rotten?

This kind of information can let Varon know that it would be nothing if he was just a Santa Claus, but this is hope.... How can you let yourself get the positive of the two major emotional powers?

Unless.... There is a super bloody plot about to be staged.

As soon as this idea came out, there was a wave of spatial fluctuations behind him, and a familiar aura appeared not far away.

Shen Zhao turned his head, and immediately looked at the little girl.

Shen Zhao: ".....? ”

Xiaoyu: "Uh.... Hi, I don't want to come.... Do you believe it? ”