Chapter 137: Wave after Wave
At the same time as Yorkham Jones gave his answer, the entire toy town immediately burst into flames, and in a matter of seconds, everything was burned to ashes.
As the flames surged towards the mechanical girl, a hand suddenly appeared and took the mechanical girl and the little Lux that was broken into several pieces.
In the room, Yorkham Jones and Dale have completed the sexual intercourse between husband and wife.
At the same time, fiery feathers began to fly out of the skin of Dale's body.
In an instant, the feather of fire ignited everything around her, except for her circle with Yorkham Jones, the entire room was instantly burned to ashes, and Dale and Yorkham Jones also woke up.
Glancing at their surroundings, the two immediately looked at each other.
Looking at the countless kiss marks and handprints on each other's bodies, the two instantly recalled the memories of their bodies, which was an indescribable crazy lingering, like the crazy burning of ten thousand years of ice.
The two didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly, and recalled the memories that came from their bodies.
After a moment, Yorkham Jones's eyes rolled twice, and his heart was already terrified.
The presiding judge won't kill people, will he...
No, I have to take the initiative..
"Ahem..."
As soon as Yorkham Jones coughed twice, Dale burst into laughter:
"My priest, you're not grieving your first night of loss, are you?"
"It's not easy to keep it up for more than 30 years..."
"There is no sin in being single!" said Yorkham Jones, who glared at Dale at once, but his anxious and frightened heart was much quieter.
"Giggles~ You're not single now. ”
Dale suddenly turned her head and kissed Yorkham Jones, and then handed him the clothes beside her:
"Mr. Jones, you're too weak now..."
Dale quickly put on her clothes, then turned her head and said:
"Of course, I'm not disgusted with you, I'm just afraid that you will make me angry one day, and then I will accidentally beat you to death with one punch..."
Sticking out her tongue mischievously, Dale kissed Yorkham Jones again:
"You first use the 'ghost doll' to escape from the factory area with Qinqing, the polluted world has been completely shattered, I will deal with those infected creatures first. ”
Then, before Yorkham Jones could recover from the kiss, Dale flew through the ground with a feather of fire.
Looking at Dale's free and beautiful figure, looking at the lip prints on his body, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but relive the memory again, and then, he immediately showed a happy expression:
"What a perfect woman... With her, maybe life won't be so boring. ”
Then Jokham Jones slapped the pocket watch around his neck again, and he touched the portrait of the girl tenderly with his fingers:
"You're gentle, you'll agree..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yorkham Jones immediately remembered the picture of the 'mechanical girl' stabbing him and Dale with a knife, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"You're not going to be so violent..."
Muttering, Yorkham Jones closed his pocket watch and stepped out of bed, picking up the sleeping Jingqing on the cot next to him.
Then, Yorkham Jones took out the 'ghost doll' buried in his pocket:
"Send us off the 'factory zone'. ”
"I hate the light, so double the pay!"
The dirty rag doll shook its head and thought for more than ten seconds, and then said:
"Two hairs. ”
"It's cheap to use for the first time..."
After complaining, Yorkham Jones plucked out two strands of hair and handed them to the 'ghost doll'.
The 'ghost doll' immediately opened its mouth and swallowed its hair, and then its body immediately shook and spit out its long tongue, which seemed to be in great pain.
After a while, the 'ghost doll' immediately gasped for breath, and politely bent down and asked:
"Excuse me, which great being are you?"
"So the first time you asked for hair or blood, it was to bind your soul! ”
Yorkham Jones replied with a sudden realization, and then he stretched his mouth open with his fingers and smiled like a clown:
"Guess. ”
"Don't dare... Your faithful servant is at your service!" the 'ghost doll' immediately waved her little short hand in fear.
With that, the 'ghost doll' raised her dirty little short hand and waved.
As the funny and cute action fell, a black curtain suddenly covered Yorkham Jones and the two of them.
In the blink of an eye, they appeared in a dark path filled with countless ghosts, where the cold light emitted by the ghosts was almost the only light.
The 'Ghost Doll' took Yorkham Jones through the darkness, and every time it encountered another ghost, it would raise its head proudly:
"This is my master!"
Other ghosts look at it with the eyes of fools.
The ghost doll didn't get angry, but just let out a burst of contempt in her heart:
"Poor you, how can you understand the greatness of my master?"
Suddenly, a storm blew in front of the dark path.
The storm was almost visible, and both Yorkham Jones and the ghost doll saw the storm's mouth and body.
"Dream maker..."
Yorkham Jones whispered to the 'ghost doll' as he ducked a few steps behind each other almost simultaneously.
Seeing that his master was as scared and timid as himself, the 'ghost doll' couldn't help muttering inwardly:
"What is the great master thinking? He could not have been afraid..."
"By the way, He was also pretending to be weak! He must have planned something great, such as destroying the world..."
"What are you thinking? Don't go in a different direction. "At this moment, Yorkham Jones's voice reached the ears of the 'ghost doll'.
"Master, your servant knows that he is wrong..."
The 'ghost doll' replied with a trembling body as it suddenly remembered that 'great is all-knowing, all-powerful, cannot be deceived, cannot be concealed...', and thought that Yorkham Jones had heard it.
Just then, a storm with a cartoon body in front of him swept towards Yorkham Jones.
...
In the polluted world, it may not be a polluted world anymore, because all the black polluted liquid has disappeared, and even the whole world has been shattered.
Countless polluting organisms, including huge 'holy' contaminants with no single outline, all poured into the Deno district through the shattered places.
Dale has taken on the form of a mythical creature.
Her body was encased in golden feathers of fire, and ancient streaks of flame fell into flame symbols that flowed through every part of her body, and the golden wings shone like angel wings.
Every flap of Dale's wings is a solar storm.
The storm took on the outline of flames, and they were like flowing magma, extinguishing everything and destroying everything.
The red storm soon swarms at the infected creatures.
At this moment, snow-colored clouds suddenly stopped in front of them, they had mouths and could speak.
"Dream maker..."
Muttering, Dale immediately became cautious, and the three long feathers of different colors on the top of her head were also observed like eyes.
Soon, the white clouds blew gusts of cold wind and completely isolated Dale from a world of ice and snow.
Outside the snowstorm, an old man was sketching with a drawing board, and with the formation of a cute painting style, the old man said with a smile:
"Destiny is waiting to witness, Lady Witcher, and your story is now over. ”
"But soon, you will have a new chapter. ”