Hearing Charlotte's words, Lumien understood what the problem was.

As soon as he arrived in the market area, Suzanne was attracted to Charlie when he tried the "Dance of Moves" for the first time. Matisse summoned to his room.

At that time, Suzanne was obviously eager to possess her, but in the end, she instinctively sensed the danger in the seal and did not take action, just like the strange creatures that Lumian had summoned several times before, it seemed that he only dared to take advantage of the order.

Therefore, Lumian didn't think there was anything wrong with this at first, and then met Suzanne again. Nor did Matisse and the Beatitude know the two things together.

And now, he finally found out what he had overlooked: Susanna. Matisse is fundamentally different from the strange creatures he had previously recruited!

The difference is not that she belongs to the Sequence 5 evil spirit that failed to obtain divinity, but that she has reason, can think, and even if she is very extreme and persistent, she can still lead a hidden organization to develop normally!

After sensing the very dangerous power sealed in Lumian's body, such an evil spirit will leave with doubts and seek revelation from the evil god he believes in, even if he does not distinguish on the spot that it is the pollution of the angelic person!

When she roughly figured out the situation, for the cultists who loved and were good at sacrifices, Lumian, who was about the same as having an angelic personality and only had a low sequence of strength, could be said to be very tempting, no less than the "miser" encountered the 100 million filkins discarded on the street.

If it weren't for Suzanne Matisse for the second time, the quick-witted Lumian briefly stunned her with "depraved mercury" and bluffing, and when the official extraordinaire arrived, the matter might have come to an end at that time.

Charlie, an ordinary person can be Susanna. Matisse made a threat in Sequence 5 and had not yet left, but he successfully came down from the fifth floor and arrived at the door of Lumian, asking him for help, and it seemed that he was not just lucky enough.

You can't believe the words and emotions of an "actor", especially those who are particularly good-looking!

Charlotte. In Calvino's showy statement, Lumian has been observing the environment, trying to use the strength of the "Hunter" to find an exit out of this strange space.

But there is nothing here except the knotted roots of the trees that spread all over the earth, the giant brown and green trees that grow slowly upward, and the blue sky and white clouds like oil paintings.

Through this environment, the dangerous instincts of the "arsonist" made Lumian no longer hesitate, and pulled out his right palm, which had been holding Mr. K's fingers all the time, and threw it into the air.

Almost at the same time, the half-illusory red fire ravens condensed around him flew out, each drawing a graceful arc, each towards Charlotte. The illusory scene where Calvino was currently standing and the fog of the past on the surrounding branches flew away.

Charlotte walked out of the Grand Palace scene, which was suspected of having a cheating figure of Russell the Great, and stepped into the White Maple Palace during the royal family of Sauron, where an extraordinary person who had turned male by potions but had not changed his sexual orientation was looking at the spouses of the noble ladies.

The rumbling sound continued to sound, and Charlotte easily avoided the fire raven's attack, and the several past scenes shrouded in the fog did not waver, as if there were really no entities, but the brown-green branches that carried them appeared a little scorched and blackened, and there were traces of burning.

This "Shadow Tree" is still a tree in nature, and it will still be ignited by flames!

The only problem is that Lumian's fire ravens do very little damage to it.

At this time, Mr. K's fingers exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of flesh and blood, which fell on Lumian's body, making him wear a blood-colored robe with a hood.

To Lumien's disappointment, Mr. K didn't appear immediately, not knowing if it took a certain amount of time to sense it, or if the "Shadow Tree" cut off all connection between this space and the real world.

Charlotte walked into an illusory scene of heavy rain, where several naked people were running wildly, and her long white silk dress was soaking wet, clinging to her body, outlining an unusually beautiful line.

She smiled at Lumian, her lake-colored eyes with a little timid innocence and purity.

Lumien's mind buzzed for a moment, only to feel a flame spread from his head to his lower body.

His heart was full of longing, and he ran wildly between the knotted roots, to the great brown-green tree, to the seductive Charlotte. Calvino.

Charlotte didn't shuttle between different illusory scenes, her feet stepped on the branches at the bottom, her back against the brown-green trunk, her body trembled slightly, and she looked pitiful that she wanted to hide but had nowhere to escape.

Lumien's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was locked on Charlotte's sparkling eyes, watery lips, swan-like neck, and curvaceous body, and he could barely think.

So, he didn't see Charlotte's belly and legs sunk into the brownish-green trunk, he didn't see a crack appear there, and a huge wet flower grew.

The flower was a vivid red color, and it bloomed little by little, as if it had turned into a huge mouth, waiting for the prey to come to the door by itself.

Lumian ran up to Charlotte and pounced on her.

The corners of Charlotte's mouth couldn't help but outline.

At that moment, a dull explosion sounded from Lumian's right pocket.

Bang!

Beneath the blood-colored robes, a flame burst open, tearing through his pockets and setting his shirt on fire, sending Lumian to the waist with an instant pain that inevitably erupted.

Lumien's eyes regained a little clarity as he suddenly reached out his hands and grabbed Charlotte's wrists, keeping himself at the last distance from the wet clump of flowers.

He had long known that the gift of the "Mother Tree of Desire" could induce different desires, how could he not guard against Charlotte "***" himself?

Just to prevent the other party from detecting in advance, and preset a trap, he didn't directly dip the strip of cloth into the occult sniffing salt and stuff it into his nose, nor did he invert the dagger as usual, waiting for the two sides to collide, stabbing himself, in exchange for a certain amount of lucidity - in the current scenario, this method is not very reliable, because Charlotte will not necessarily let him actually pounce on him.

So, Lumien chose to create a small fireball in his coat pocket that exploded with a delay while holding Mr. K's fingers!

If it has not been affected and the fireball is about to explode, he will choose to disarm it and create a new one.

The small fireballs do him very little damage, mainly waking him up with pain.

As for the resulting burn, Lumian didn't care at all.

The "arsonists" are not afraid of this!

In an instant, Lumian grabbed Charlotte's wrist and saw a flash of horror on her face.

Then, two serpent-like red flames burst out of Lumian's palms, burning along Charlotte's arms towards her body and towards her head.

Charlotte instinctively leaned back her neck and let out a snort of pain, her skin rapidly blackening.

Lumian was about to set her on fire when he suddenly had a strong instinct of danger.

He tried to pull Charlotte to the side, but the other party seemed to merge with the brown-green tree, and no matter how hard Lumien tried, he couldn't pull her out.

Lumian gave up and threw himself on his right.

With a muffled thud, a brownish-green trunk the size of an open wine glass fell from the sky and thrust like a javelin into the ground full of knotted roots, its tail shaking violently.

Lumian raised his head, looked up, and saw Susanna, covered in long turquoise hair, with green eyes and rosy lips. Matisse.

She was slightly transparent, standing within a dense and illusory canopy, blending in with it.

Whether it is the brown-green trunk or the surface of the branches that extend out, there are wet and colorful giant flowers growing and blooming at this time.

Market Avenue, in the earthy four-story building where the Congressman's office is located.

Standing in the corner, Jana saw Hugue. Artois and his secretary Rhône and others, carrying a glass of champagne and brightly dressed from crowd to feast, sometimes comforting them, sometimes making promises, sometimes making impromptu speeches of only a few sentences, received sincere gratitude, undisguised dependence, and instinctive flattery.

This reminded Janna of a phrase she had asked herself: "Do you want to sit here and watch the murderers who killed your mother and your happiness drink champagne and have a dance party and bring more family breakdowns?"

Jana's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and knowing the truth, she exuded uncontrollable pain.

But she knew she couldn't be impulsive and had to be patient.

Because if you go through the regular process, you can't deal with a councillor without enough evidence, and if you want to seek justice yourself, the other party has several extraordinary people who have received the gift of evil gods, and there are also official extraordinary people and gunmen around to provide protection.

We can only endure and wait for the future!

Crawling with branches and vines, all you can see is the brown and green Golden Rooster Hotel.

Franka stood at the top of the stairs, her face flushed, her eyes flowing like water, and she was struggling to suppress the intense desire that surged up in an instant.

With a trembling right hand, she pulled out the bottle of occult sniffing salt from Rentas, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to her nose.

Ahh Ahh Ahh

Franka sneezed several times in a row, but finally overcame her desires and regained a lot of her senses.

She hurriedly looked around, and saw that Lumian, who should have been a few steps away, was gone.

After examining the anomalous changes in the hotel and the surrounding neighborhood shrouded in giant trees, and finding that the canopy of the trees became more and more blurred as it went up, as if it was about to extend into some unreal world, Franka gritted her teeth and made a decision.

She came up with two things.

That's two tarot cards.

One is the Holy Grail II, which depicts a man and a woman holding a cup to greet each other, and in the middle is a wooden staff wrapped around two snakes;

One on the front is an angel with a horn blowing to guide the souls of the dead.

"Judgment" card!