"I'm going to kill the Shepherd... I'm going to lure him to kill him... you're going to lure him to kill him!" The Son of Chaos' eyes rolled and turned into a vast black!
Almost at the same time, Yi Cha took action with his machete and stabbed dozens of transparent holes in the girl's body.
boom!
Endless stinging needles mixed with black smoke shot out from the girl lying on the ground, instantly piercing Cha's front like a hedgehog.
The stinger explodes.
At the moment of the explosion, Yi Cha had already thrown out the bottle of Silent Ink with his left hand, knocking the cork away. The round bottle of Rest Stone rotated in the air, spitting out the invisible empty energy, and scattered the fragments that were about to expand between the two. Breathe it in.
Even so, several missing stingers exploded into corrosive powder that penetrated all holes and pounced on his face, neck, chest and abdomen, causing a sudden bloody mess and unbearable pain.
Yicha kicked the girl over and slashed with his sword with all his strength.
Bah.
The long and beautiful tail, with a pink heart-shaped tip at the tip, was cut off to the side. The next wave of stinging needles had already hit like a torrential rain. Yi Cha teleported to the side to avoid the attack. He grabbed the detached tail with his left hand in the air.
"Cough. Cough. Cough."
The old man coughed, and the girl stood up unsteadily like a marionette. Her flesh and blood sprouted rapidly from the hole blasted by the black fireworks of the true power of chaos.
The Son of Chaos is indeed no ordinary creature.
The Yin Iron Blade, which contained the true power of chaos, could only leave temporary wounds on her body... Yicha wiped her face, feeling heartbroken.
He stared closely at the girl with twisted joints, ready to teleport again at any time.
Right.
The strange energy in her body is the sum total of disorder, real chaos, and destruction.
Avoidance is only temporary anyway...
and……
bass.
His eyes only saw a little trace, and they flickered upward to the maximum distance without hesitation.
Crack!
A frighteningly dense mass of needles exploded where he had been standing.
Uh-huh.
At the same moment, the girl rose to be parallel to him. New platforms spread beneath her feet.
"Giggle." The horned girl twitched her mouth and made a sound like she was being choked.
not good. You have to take advantage of her before she is completely controlled...
We must try this hopeless method...
Yi Cha felt a little against his will.
I seem to be acting against my will a lot lately.
Gududududududu——
The dozens of fist-sized wounds on the girl's body healed like water filling ravines in an instant.
"Hiss, hiss..." The old man's voice sounded like a breathy chuckle.
no way.
Without hesitation, Yi Cha handed the tail to his right hand and waved it loudly in the air.
He hummed a relaxing tune in his mouth.
Almost as soon as the notes formed a melody——
The old male voice was cut off in the air.
Yi Cha glanced at it and found the horned girl standing there, her chest rising and falling, and she began to tremble again.
He walked forward slowly, waving his tail like a whip.
Take a leisurely stroll.
Yicha kept his expression calm and his posture relaxed, like a shepherd boy enjoying the quiet moment in the wild under the blue sky and white clouds.
Walking through the muddy and smelly purple steps, through the biting cold wind.
Cheerful music floated out of his throat, like colorful candies falling like rain on the spring grass.
That's the song he was humming——
Shepherd's song in a dream.
…
The horned girl looked at him blankly. His face was cloudy and uncertain.
It was really cloudy - there was no additional light source, but it was as if there were firelight and shadows rushing back and forth on her face at the same time, fighting for their own chassis.
Her eyes aroused a two-color vortex of red and dark gray.
Shepherd's song, Shepherd's song.
Flow, flow. It keeps flowing.
Phew!
Yi Cha gave a beautiful crack of the whip.
He kept a brisk posture and walked toward her slowly, step by step.
Shepherd in the cave of ten-headed snakes, you hold high the whip of destiny!
The moment the Son of Chaos mentioned the Shepherd, he understood the meaning of this prophecy.
Icha held up his beautiful red tail.
The shepherd holds his whip high.
Snapped!
He pulled away from the dazed girl with horns. She trembled, and her half-grown tail stopped growing.
Snapped!
Another click. This time it hit the Son of Chaos' thin arm.
A red mark.
The horned girl groaned, covering her arms, her face twitched, and the colors in her eyes changed rapidly.
Icha continued to sing and sing.
He walked in front of her and started circling her, singing.
Regardless of the serious robes and cassocks he was wearing, he took the briskest steps, jumped, waved his whip, and sang songs.
Snapped!
He whipped the girl with a whip on her back. This whip almost knocked her out of her body. Black shadows were instantly shaken out behind her.
Echa was singing.
“Baa, baa, black sheep.
Do you have wool?
Yes, yes.
I have three bags full.
A bag for the devil.
A bag for the angels.
A bag for the little girl who lives in the alley. "
The shadows melted.
As the loud singing flowed, the anger in the horned girl's eyes disappeared, and the gray-black eyes on one side were gradually occupied by the orange-red of the flames. She lowered her head, arched her body weakly, covered the red wound on her arm, and shrank.
The wound on her arm wasn't healing as quickly as before.
Yicha jumped up and down. He kicked and ripped the beautiful hem of his beloved robe. He jumped up and down, his singing piercing the cold wind.
This is really against your will.
He jumped up and down, cracked his whip, and wrapped his beautiful tail around his waist - the tail seemed to have a life of its own, coiled around his waist obediently like a pet snake.
He circled around the goat-horned girl, then suddenly took one of her tiny arms, held her in his arms, and stroked her soft, wool-like hair like he was coaxing a lamb.
The girl trembled twice, then leaned in his arms obediently.
Icha continued to sing.
“Baa, baa, white sheep.
Do you have wool?
Yes, yes.
I have three bags full.
A bag for Dreamland.
One bag for the Swarm.
A bag for the little girl who lives in the well. "
He held her two little paws and let her two little goat hooves step on his instep. He took her spinning and dancing in the endless void.
He continued singing.
“Baa, baa, red sheep.
Do you have wool?
Yes, yes.
I have three bags full.
One bag for New Leaf.
One bag for the aberrations.
A bag for the little girl who lives on the star. "
He continued singing, then picked up the horned girl by the waist, let her step on her knees, and kept spinning.
The horned girl hugged his neck, raised her head, and began to giggle.
He continued singing.
“Baa, baa, little lamb.
Do you have wool?
Not enough, not enough.
I only have a small bag.
oh. Then let's wait for you to grow up.
Go ahead. Go out onto the unguarded grass.
We are waiting for you.
We are waiting for you to come back. "
…
I do not know how long it has been.
Yi Cha stopped his hoarse voice.
He carefully and gently stopped.
The sound of even, subtle breathing came from his ears.
The girl with horns didn't know when she fell asleep. Her face was so red that it seemed to reflect infinite firelight.
Yi Cha took a deep breath very slowly.
Then, like the most precious and fragile porcelain, he put her on his shoulders and slowly and gently turned back the way he came.
He divided it into many sections and slowly dodged downwards.
Don't know how long this state can last.
The Child of Chaos is naive and innocent, but there is another figure within her with evil intentions.
And considering the changed prophecies...
No matter what, we have to find a way to separate them quickly.
The horned girl shook his shoulder.
The sound of tearing apart the space sounded, and suddenly the void vibrated, and countless rays of light of various colors hit him.
