As a well-known soul-digging madman and an expert at appraising the soul, Chiara has her own evaluation system for tasting the soul, just like tasting wine.
The one in front of me, judging from its appearance, is undoubtedly in top quality.
The power of law contained is also very sufficient, which is consistent with its size.
However, Chiara's intuition was frantically calling the police to her.
Using her fingers to pick out the necklace around her neck, the witch compared the colors of the two hearts and twisted her eyebrows in confusion.
I always feel that the color of the heart created by Dean is a bit gray inside, and there is a faint aura that is not very beautiful. Is it because she has preconceived ideas, or...
Chiara thought for a while, and eventually caution prevailed. She felt that she could not take risks on this kind of thing, and while waving her hand to make the barrier disappear, she secretly made a decision in her heart.
After dealing with Dean's side, she had to experiment with the heart.
In the final analysis, the results observed with the naked eye are just the outermost appearance and do not have any reference significance. The effectiveness of this heart must be explained with facts.
Dean's dreams are indeed wild and unconstrained, but can the content of the dreams really affect the core of his heart?
Chiara remained skeptical.
Although she has always complained that the mental state of people who can come up with such things must not be very healthy, but to say that these things have reached the level of polluting the dream of Abyss, Chiara does not think it is right. Reliable...
She always felt that there was a deeper reason inside.
The witch's long silence attracted Dean's attention. He could probably guess what Chiara was struggling with, and said deliberately: "If you have any grudge against this heart, you can use it as a reward for me. It just so happens that we There is also a heart deal... I don’t mind taking over the heart I fed.”
Chiara immediately refused, "That's too bullying. How can I let you take the risk?"
She looks like she speaks righteously, but her inner activities are very realistic.
With such a big heart, let alone just suspecting that there is something wrong, even if there is any hidden danger, red on the outside and black on the inside, rotten on the outside, it can only rot in her hands.
Of course, the best result is that it has no problems.
It would be even better if we could hit that one-in-a-million chance, where not only would there be no problem, but it would also have special effects.
Although it is unlikely, it is not illegal to dream.
With this thought in mind, Chiara looked up at Dean with a bright smile.
The situation is still uncertain, and the Dean bridge cannot be demolished easily.
She took the initiative to reach out her hand and spread it in front of Dean's eyes.
"You should have a list of the specific types of things you need, right?"
"Show it to me."
Dean took out his small note from his pocket and handed it to Chiara. She opened it and took a look at it, and let out a chuckle from her nostrils.
"Small family spirit."
Leaving an unclear comment, she took Dean out of the room where Abyss Dream was kept, and issued an order to expel him.
"Okay, leave the note and you can leave."
"Give me five days to get everything done for you. When the time comes, just go directly to my place to get the goods."
"I still need to test the effect of the heart again. Don't worry, no matter what the result is, I still have to promise you something. If the effect of your heart exceeds expectations, I will make more efforts."
Chiara leaned against the door frame and let out the temptation of a rich woman.
"Whatever you want at that time, I can coordinate with you and do my best to get it for you."
Come and try it quickly. 】
She pointedly said: "Even if you want to become the second Lensak, I have a way to push you up."
Poor captain, look at all the people he knows.
Dean wiped away the crocodile tears for Lensak, and then firmly rejected this proposal that sounded particularly tempting.
It's impossible to really cut off someone's financial path. If Lensak knew about it, it would be weird if he didn't give him some shoes when he went back.
Chiara, who failed to sow discord, raised her eyebrows, and every eyebrow revealed that she wanted to watch a good show.
She mentally revised the list she prepared for Dean. The already rich list of supplies became longer and longer, and Chiara's expression became more meaningful as the content increased.
She looked at Dean with a pair of big bright eyes, as if she felt pain, but also as if she was asking for credit: "I'm going to spend a lot of money on you this time. If you don't work hard, I'll be sorry."
"In the remaining few days, you can recharge your batteries and try to last a while longer."
"Don't be drained too quickly. When the time comes, stand up and come in, crawl out, and tell me that you can't do it anymore..."
"That would be boring."
After saying that, Chiara shrugged and said in a contrived questioning tone: "You shouldn't be... such a useless man, right?"
A strong sense of provocation hit him, and Dean remained unmoved, showing no intention of continuing.
He looked back at Chiara, shook his head.
"I have to say... I didn't use this level of provocation when I was as tall as you."
Um?
Are you mocking her for being short, or mocking her for being naive?
Chiara narrowed her eyes dangerously, and before she could speak, she saw Dean teleport and disappear from the spot.
She mumbled something about a stingy man, and then closed the door with a "Peng" sound.
It wasn't until the barrier was closed again that Dean's figure appeared on the big tree not far from the house. He carefully observed the layout of the house, then sneakily poked his head out and looked at the security guards around him. After a long while, he seemed to have confirmed something, shook his head regretfully and left.
He didn't notice at all that the moment he left, an eagle's talon fell from the sky and landed on top of his hiding place.
The corpse had a human female face, but its lower body was in the shape of an eagle. It stiffly bent over, with a terrifying posture that was almost folded in half, and pressed its face to the place where Dean had stepped.
The long hair mixed with bird feathers fell to the branches under the action of gravity. The corpse moved its head and head for a moment, and then made a sniffing motion before waving its spliced wings and flying into the distance.
