Saint

Chapter 35: dragon vein to dragon vein (three)

"It's really a meaningless fight." the Dragon Runner said regretfully that she didn't know why she was inexplicably involved in things that were not related to her. For the assassins walking in the dark, it was a violation of taboo. The injured skin, with severe pain, is weak, sluggish and paralyzed. There are at least four kinds of negative energy, which makes her physical condition very bad. What's worse, her headache began to attack again, and many strange scenes were running around in her mind, and her consciousness was gradually blurred. Looking at the Paladin, although he was not proficient in power control and failed to control the explosion of black gas in the opponent's brain, no one can still live after piercing the brain. Her lips are not bloodstained, "it's really a bad day tonight. If my brother knows it, he will be scolded again." "Go back to the headquarters immediately? No, you can't let those miscreants see jokes." although you can only wake up for less than two years, among Longmai people, qualification is always more important than effort. She called it King level talent. Almost overnight, she stood on the top of the underground world, the food chain of the jungle. The space of five yards around the body completely belongs to her. Magic, arcane, dragon vein, physical laws, and any force, as long as it is close to this range, will be confused and controlled by her. Even her brother, known as the assassin master of the Night Walker, also said, "what you lack is combat experience, otherwise, one hundred assassins are not your rivals." The only weakness is that this ability can't protect the inside of the body. Longmai tried to suppress the discomfort, she stared at the ground, the man who brought her familiar, but incomparably strange, "hell, no impression." She tilted her head and thought strangely. Then, it turned into a virtual shadow and soon disappeared in the forest. The fierce and short-lived battle was calm, and the moon was high in the sky, shining from the sparse leaves, spreading a layer of silver color to the whole world. Fulan lies in the soil, the holy power of the eternal cabinet, constantly repairing the broken body, half melted muscles, emerging red granulation, like a new seedling, growing under the call of life. His heart is cold, his body is cold, and his blood is cold, such as a stone statue of collapsed ground. The halo of stars and dots, like the water mist splashed by a fountain, is dense and rippling in the void. A rabbit waking up, attracted by the light and fog, jumped curiously on Fulan's body and chased the floating light cluster in the air. After a while, it stood still and its long ears swayed. It seemed to hear the inexplicable sound. "Dong... Beat slowly and forcefully, and recover in the chest again. The hand slightly moved, the frightened rabbit ran back to the forest immediately. Fulan lies on the ground and looks at the moon in the sky. "I'm not a human anymore." he grins bitterly and slowly gets up for a long time. The body has recovered, still as ugly as it used to be, and the sad scars still exist, but the ring that provides transformation is gone. On the finger, where the ring is worn, there is a strange swelling, hard, such as a callus. He felt the ridge, didn't know if he could have a transformation, and thought of chasing his Paladin, and immediately looked around in amazement. The girl was not far away, half leaning on the edge of the tree, her head hanging in front of her chest, and she did not move. Fulan went over suspiciously, his muscles tightened, and he ran away as soon as there was an emergency. I've just seen that the girl's strength is far beyond his imagination. Until she approached, the girl still didn't respond. Fulan reached out and gently held up her head. Matilda has a small wound from his forehead to the back of his brain, which seems to be penetrated by some weapon and completely lost his consciousness. It's still breathing a little bit, but it's not far away from death. "Poor man, but for me, it's a blessing." Fulan sighed, and he touched the tiny but deadly wound, ready to leave. Strange restlessness appeared in the body. The energy of the holy things seemed to be called, echoing with the residual power in the body of the dying Paladin. From the fingers, it condensed into a little light mass and floated into the wound. The girl was like being hit by lightning, her body was strongly convulsed, and her weak breath was transformed into a thick nasal breath. Slowly, she was quiet again, her eyes closed, and her face was pale and rosy. "I... Unexpectedly have this ability." Fulan was shocked, and another cruel thought was shouting, which was more and more loud. "Kill her, kill her quickly, or when she wakes up, you will die..." Yes, no better chance than that, she can't even escape. Look, what a delicate neck, you can hold it with your hands. As long as you have a little strength, there will be no one to stop his revenge. Kill her! Fulan's hand slowly placed on the girl's long neck. She's not a villain, she's just blinded by faith! The hand is shaking. Take madness as faith! Killing others in the name of justice! Ten fingers, gradually closed, as long as a force Come on, she's your enemy! "You're my enemy." Fulan's face was distorted, and he hesitated, but also indignant. The girl suddenly coughed. She raised her hand and resisted the increasing force on her neck. She tied Fulan's finger with her fingernail and opened her eyes with great effort. Her eyes looked like a weak deer cub that was not weaned. "It's so painful." she cried. Fulan let go of his anger and put down his hand. He picked up the gun left by the girl, pointed to the Paladin, and slowly retreated. "Ma'am, this is the last time. Next time, I will never be lenient," he said. The dawn gradually revealed, the night gradually ebbed, and the day was about to light. It seems that the girl didn't understand Fulan's words. She looks at the man in front of her with big wet eyes, and then, as if feeling something, gets up in a hurry and pounces on Fulan. There's a shot in the air. There's no more bullets. But the sound seems to frighten the girl. She is standing in situ with tears, crying, "Dad, don't you want me?" "Who can tell me what happened?" Matilda shrank in Follain Wylie, didn't care that he was still naked, and fell asleep again. The girl's warm body touched his sensitive parts from time to time. Fulan didn't look at it well, and something gradually firmed up and raised his head. "Dad, I'll be very obedient, don't leave me." the girl's IQ seems to degenerate to a young age, and keeps talking in her dreams. Even in her sleep, she still hugged Fulan tightly and didn't let go for a moment. "Do I look like her father?" Fulan held Matilda and ran towards the river. He had to find a clothes. Of course, before that, he had to rely on the cold river to make the East weak.