Unlike the elves who struggle with pain and confusion.

The imperial order envoy, the sheng can be clearly distinguished, and it can be clearly distinguished.

The Holy Sword Spirit on the King's Tower, which was like a "god statue", killed the same person who had "met" him a few minutes ago.

This imperial envoy, although he does not recognize the evil demon Gu Luodan.

But the identity and status of the person who can make a deal with the "Sage" can be imagined, and it is enough to see his unfathomable strength from Gu Luodan's previous protection of him from the Great Demon.

As a result, even such a "big man" could not escape death, and now Yang Sheng can see that he was sold by the "sage", treated him as a chess piece, and was involved in a whirlpool of events far beyond his level.

Run!

Escape from this hellish place!

He regrets very much now, why didn't he listen to the housekeeper's advice and bring more guards, even if it was a few "hunters", he would not be so embarrassed and dangerous now.

But this time, it seems that Lady Luck favored him.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he had just run out of a short section when he found several familiar figures in front of him, and it seemed that he had been waiting there for a long time, just to answer him.

The envoy looked at it again, wasn't it his butler and a group of guards?

That's great!

He thought he had escaped and was overjoyed, but he didn't notice that his guards and housekeepers were all sluggish, a little distracted, and they were staggering when they walked, and they seemed to be unsteady.

But the dark night covered up a lot of details, and when he rushed into the carriage, he just wanted to order the butler to drive quickly and leave Illinois.

Scare!

As soon as he lifted the curtain, he was almost not startled, because he saw that there was still someone in the car.

One.

Little girl he didn't know?

"Brother. People have been waiting for you for a long time," Alice, who was holding a doll in the carriage, said with some grievances.

"You, who are you!"

"If my brother asks for someone's name, I'll do the next. Playing hee hee with Alice"

Luo Sheng really likes little girls.

After all, as an envoy, he usually plays too much with mature women like princesses, queens, noble ladies, etc.

Seeing Alice's fair skin, quite cute face, coupled with this soft and weak, a little sickly look, it is quite poking at the sheng.

The envoy forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and his intuition told him that the little girl in front of him was very dangerous, so Luo Sheng tried to squeeze a smile on his face, and said in a gentle big brother voice like coaxing a child:

"Little, little friend, come down first, my brother is in a hurry, and then I'll play with you, okay?"

"No, if you let go of the big brother, the king will be unhappy, Alice doesn't want to be hated by the king, so the big brother should come and play with Alice."

Until the sheng here can't see Alice's problem anymore, he won't be an order.

The frightened Yang Sheng turned his head and was about to run, but at some point, those butlers and guards had already staggered and surrounded the carriage.

"You guys!"

In the moonlight, he found that his servants had white eyes, and from their grinning mouths, they were constantly spitting out mud, and the filthy breath made him dizzy, and he even saw some insects that were crawling along his clothes.

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

This strange scene made Yu Sheng almost torture him crazy, but soon he didn't have to worry so much about it.

Because

In the eyes of the envoy, the sickly little girl, was now rapidly expanding, large chunks of carrion began to fill Alice's belly, and her lovely face was distorted into a butcher dripping pus, full of scars and patchwork marks.

And the doll he was holding had now become a centipede, and his wriggling limbs wrapped around him, leaving a bloody mouth of mucus, as if he was about to swallow him in one bite.

"Ugly. Ugly!! Get out, get out! Blame. Monster help save life"

"Ahh

Alice ignored the screaming and struggling Sheng Sheng, there was actually some grievance on her seemingly hideous face, she used the butcher knife in her hand to pat her centipede pet, indicating that this could not be eaten, not for the time being.

After that, she tore open her stomach with one big and one small arm, and made the envoy look like an object, and when she put it in, when she took it out again, it seemed to have been processed and became a miserable human chrysalis.

In the carrion chrysalis, he was so wrapped and restrained that he couldn't even move his fingers, and he could only stare at him in horror.

After doing all this, Alice's body shrank rapidly, and the bloated carrion was like a sponge, all shrunk, and in a few blinks of an eye, she became the sickly cute little girl she was at the beginning.

Of course, there are still expressions of grievance and frustration on his face.

"Why scold. Alice. Ugly."

"Alice is not ugly, the king clearly said. Alice. Loveliest"

No longer pay attention to the sheng in the meat chrysalis.

Alice is like a little girl returning from mushroom picking, bouncing back to Elena to join everyone.

On the other side at the same time.

King's Tower.

The end of the song.

In Constan's eyes, the overlapping backs of Liao Yu and the former Son of Destiny also gradually separated with the disappearance of the holy sword, the fading of the enchantment, and the dimming of the brilliance.

The miracle he had hoped for did not happen.

Without the aura of the holy sword, the young man in front of him who fell from the sky no longer had the place in common with the "Brave Lord" back then.

It has nothing to do with appearance, after all, they have been cursed, not only the indescribable appearance of the "traitor", but all the appearance of the children of destiny has also been eroded and obscured.

But "traitors" can erase their memories, but they can't erase their perceptions.

If it was really the brave Lord he was familiar with thousands of years ago, Constance believed that the breath that belonged to the Son of Destiny would not be forgotten by him for another 10,000 years.

But now the young man opposite brought him only a sense of strangeness.

It wasn't the one he was familiar with, the one he was expecting, the impossible miracle.

Oh, yes.

Constance shook his head.

He, the "ghost" of a thousand years ago, should have understood that the glory of the past was only a flash in the pan after all.

It's like an old friend who has passed away and won't come back.

The top floor of the King's Tower was once again shrouded in darkness, as if to Constan as a hint that the night was still long, and that the true "dawn" he had hoped for was still very far away.

But anyway.

Constan's low mood revived, and a new flame ignited in his dim eyes.

After all.

New Brave. Born!

(End of chapter)