Everything was silent, the stars were silent, and a lion walked on the road.
The lion's eyes had lost their light, but at this moment, they glowed with concentration.
Leaving the cage, it came to life. The night wind ruffled its mane, and it didn't even look as old as Ivan thought.
Ivan walked behind the lion. He wanted to go faster, but the lion refused to run. It just walked towards the west with a steady pace. One person and one lion, walking silently under the starlight, getting further and further away from the city.
Ivan knew that there was an inaccessible forest to the west. As long as he entered there, the lion would be free. Judging from the state of the lion, it can support itself in the wild. Perhaps the harsh life in the wild does not allow the lion to "live to old age", but it also knows that freedom is always better than slavery. Even if the freedom is short-lived.
They walked forward along the road. Ivan wanted to go faster, but there was no way to go faster. He could only make sure to keep walking.
In front of the dark road, he saw a figure standing there. The figure walked towards the fleeing man and the lion step by step, and the dim red light illuminated his red-skinned face and waxy eyes.
An Xi still had that cruel smile on his face, and he seemed very excited. The molten heart in his chest was beating and glowing red at the same time. It was that light that illuminated the face of the Demon Prince. Thick sulfur-smelling smoke came out of Annecy's mouth. The pure-blood Shenmin was very excited at the moment.
"You really can wait, you know?" He blocked the way to freedom, "I have been giving you opportunities to wait for you to release it, but you waited for almost a month before taking action!"
This is a trap. Although he had doubts in his heart, Ivan still stepped in without hesitation because he only saw this one way to unlock the door. And he had to get out of here.
This is indeed a trap - Ivan understands better. Shen Min is the most strict about contracts. He stole property belonging to Shen Min, and the other party has the right to seek justice...
Anne took out a black collar, a collar that represented slavery. His circus wants to have a magician forever.
"Should you put it on yourself, or should I help you?"
Evan Burns, wearing a "Thunderbird" mask, walked in front of the lion. He knows his own strength. Avoiding conflict before was nothing more than reducing risks in front of the demigod. Since the situation was like this at the moment, he had no reason to be too afraid of the other party.
"Okay, another naughty one..." A whip appeared in Anne Xi's hand, like a white-hot steel wire. The whip made the lion roar and take several steps back. The counterattack boundary monument arched out of the earth, the ground cracked, and the light and smoke of the sulfur hell seeped out of the ground. He was indeed a prince.
Ivan raised his hand. After being promoted to King level, he has yet to have a good fight. He actually felt a little happy that his opponent at this moment was a demigod.
Even if he died here, he would still let thunder and lightning resound throughout this world.
Thick clouds began to gather overhead.
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The moonlight came to the door of his house. He directly infiltrated the spiritual essence into the keyhole, and the internal structure of the lock was exactly the same as his own. He cursed inwardly and opened the door.
Various memories emerged in his mind involuntarily. Smeagol was busy in the kitchen, and Winnie came over holding Samo in his arms. The feeling of happiness was like the spring breeze blowing against his face. But that was not the scene in front of me. What was in front of me was a dark and desolate home. It even makes the moonlight feel a little strange.
He seemed to be an old man who returned to his empty home after many years. Walking step by step, the footsteps are like a faint drum beat. The ectoplasm gently swept through every corner. Smeagol was not there, and Winnie was not there.
What does that bastard Nietzsche mean? What does he want to do? Where is his "collection" hidden?
Moonlight felt a surge of anger welling up from deep within her body.
keep Calm. Sean's voice rang in his ears, and his voice seemed to contain a glimmer of light. The pianist in Mengdu breathed out a breath, and the ocean that was about to run away calmed down.
He climbed up the stairs and arrived at the second floor. The steps were still slow and steady, as if there was something terrible hidden in this house. A voice sounded, making the moonlight body
The hairs on my body stood up.
It's a baby crying. It's very similar to Samo's cry. Right in the master bedroom!
The blood surges. Moonlight involuntarily quickened her pace and walked towards the master bedroom. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and the faint crying suddenly disappeared.
Not only that, but there was a disturbing smell coming from the room. He quickly opened the door, and in the familiar room, where the crib was originally placed, there was now an ancient stone platform.
On the stone platform lay the body of a baby. Moonlight's heart trembled. He raised his hand unconsciously, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the body on the stone platform.
It's Samo. Samo. She had no clothes on, her little body was drained of blood, her head was tilted to one side, and there was no breath of life around her. Moonlight covered her mouth.
He knew that he was still in the realm of demigods, but what he saw in front of him was still unacceptable.
what is this? Seeing this scene, Yueguang's heart was broken. His hand reached out to the cold, small body, but it remained still in the air.
He found a groove in the middle of the stone platform, and Samo was lying in that groove. There is a ditch in the middle of the recess, beside which lies a ceremonial knife.
This is a symbolic scene. Moonlight calmed down a little. Even if Ivan, who is best at interpreting symbolic scenes in the team, is not here, Moonlight himself can understand what all this symbolizes based on experience.
This stone platform is a relic of the exchange of life force. Yueguang only needs to put his own blood into the ditch, and the blood will flow into the groove along the ditch, and his life force will be transferred to Samo, and his poor child will be able to live.
It's a vicious test, isn't it? He was already facing a dilemma of life and death before he even saw Nietzsche's subordinate.
Moonlight slowly walked to the ditch. His slender white fingers picked up the shiny silver knife.
Everything in front of him was obviously a test given to him by this lock. He had no choice but to face it and move forward. He must meet up with Sean and the others at the top of the mountain, and they must face the impossible enemy together...
bring it on.
He raised his left wrist flat, and raised his right hand quickly. A cold light flashed across his wrist, and bright red blood with body temperature began to drip. The thick blood soon flowed into a thin column, slowly spreading in the groove along the ditch on the stone platform.
The blood column was like a red rope, connected to the small, cold body. Moonlight felt that her life force was gradually draining away.
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As if she was the one chosen by God, three spotlights shone on her. Olivia Wind Chime was currently wearing a black tutu, dancing slowly to the weeping music. ap.
The same swan dancers circled and swam around her in the darkness. It seemed like he wanted to get closer, but kept his distance.
Slowly, she felt death creeping into her body. Feeling the coldness, she slowly sat on the ground and crawled down.
The surrounding white swans finally fluttered their wings and flew away, while the black swan that refused to leave stayed in her nostalgic winter.
There was warm applause from the audience, but there were only a few flowers thrown on the stage.
After the curtain closed, Olivia stood up and quickly walked backstage.
This is her seventh performance on the LaBreale stage. Every time she came off the stage, she carefully honed her dancing skills and practiced every move to 100% accuracy, but she still couldn't get the same cheers that Della got.
If she can't get beyond Della, she will be left here forever.
But she no longer knew what to do.
At this time, Della was standing backstage, watching her dance.
She is a relic of the New Moon Age, a minor deity in ancient dance, and her shadow can be seen on any breathtaking stage. And he is just a mediocre dancer. Seeing her, Olivia actually felt a twinge of pain.
She walked quickly, trying to get away from her.
"That's the expression." Della said suddenly.
"What did you say?" Is she provoking?
"I said, baby, that's the expression." She had a lazy smile on her face, "Actually, you are a talented dancer, and you can also dance to make the gods watch, but you have blocked all your genius. Get up. I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”
