Fairy’s Box

Luo Luo hurriedly ran to his friend's side and tried to help him up, but his wrist was burned by the green flames, and he suddenly screamed:

"Lord Governor! Goethe, Goethe is dying!"

Parasites...accumulating corpse gas...it really is the style of a cult!

The pupils of Yale's eyes shrank like the tip of a needle. He stretched out his arms and pushed out, pushing away the green poisonous fire that wrapped around him, and walked quickly to Goethe, who was burnt by corpse gas.

"How to do?"

Luo Luo Xiumei's face was full of fear and anxiety, she sat limp on the ground as a very young duck, and looked at him helplessly.

"Some help!"

While speaking, the black-haired knight clenched his right fist violently, and the violent crimson fighting qi swirled like a dragon, rushing up to the fist peak like a hot iron slurry, and suddenly a dazzling afterimage was drawn, which slammed into Goethe's chest.

boom--!

Goethe's tragic howl stopped abruptly, his chest was smashed by the fist peak, and the poisonous fire like maggots on the tarsus suddenly burst into the sky, and the whole person flew out like a broken sack.

"Goethe!"

Lolo jumped up quickly, screaming and chasing after him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Goethe fell to the ground with a thump, coughed weakly, then patted his chest, barely propped himself up from the gray floor.

"Great, you're all right!" Luo Luo with red eyes, supported him in surprise and joy.

"It doesn't hurt so much... But I feel that my chest is so hot... It's so uncomfortable..." Goethe made a bitter face, scratching his chest with both hands, pulling the uniform on his chest to shreds, moaning | General wailing.

"The corpse aura is too sticky, and it's still burning damage to the soul. It's not that easy to get rid of." The black-haired knight shook his head and walked to him with a worried look.

"Isn't it expelled?" Luo Luo's thin lips parted lightly, looking at him absently.

"But what I feel now... It's like being penetrated by a hot blade, which is completely different from the pain caused by the accumulation of corpse gas." Goethe raised a hand and explained with a breath.

"That's because I hurt you with crimson fighting qi."

Yale glanced at the coke-burning parasite in his hand, crushed it into pieces, and said softly:

"The power of life can repel everything that is not me. As long as the fighting qi is strong enough, it will naturally ignore the power of the accumulated corpse qi. But obviously your life force is too weaker than the accumulated corpse qi, so I can only hit the crimson fighting qi in your body to replace the corpse qi. You reject the power of corpse qi."

"Can this cure him?" Luo Luo asked with glowing eyes.

"This will make him die with more dignity... just kidding."

The black-haired knight ignored the almost fainting expression of the aquatic team, squatted down, and patted Goethe on the chest:

"There is still a part of the accumulated corpse qi remaining in your body. Although my crimson fighting qi can be temporarily suppressed, it is an outsider after all, and it will definitely make you feel very painful. And every time you need to receive treatment until the corpse accumulates. The qi is completely eliminated, or you can't stand the pain and commit suicide."

"I won't commit suicide! I swear!" Goethe was so depressed that he almost spurted blood, and patted his chest to assure.

"Have ambition! Then use this perseverance to challenge yourself. With almost Origin-level power, you should be able to reject the poison of accumulated corpse gas by yourself."

Yale patted him on the shoulder, then slammed a punch to the right, the howling red light tore through the sea of ​​​​fire and opened up a spacious passage:

"This weird space is on the verge of collapse. We will talk about the next thing when we leave."

...

Deep underground, the enclosed space is in a deep dark night. Except for the sparse firelight, everything is immersed in ink-like darkness, and even the boundary line cannot be seen. The wilderness and the sky are integrated in the darkness.

On the dead body of the giant monster Hydra, the sound of the wind inside the altar of Death Knell continued, and the crisp sound of broken vessels was constantly heard.

"Waste waste! It's all waste!"

In the roar of furious anger, a huge tentacle covered with sarcoid swept across the four directions, smashing an elegant mahogany lounge chair into pieces.

"Hee hee hee……"

The chunky figure with a white mask flew beside him and said with a smirk, "It seems that your subordinates are not as powerful as you think."

"They could win, they should have won!"

The owner of the enclosed space suppressed his anger, and the giant tentacle-like tentacles of the octopus shuttled back to retract his sleeves and turned to the west of the altar:

"This assassination failed because I underestimated the power of the blue knight."

"Hee hee hee, he used to be an opponent that my master was afraid of. Your failure is not surprising." The servant of the devil smirked and followed.

call--!

A huge tentacle swept across and pumped it into bubbles, and the sticky tip curled up in a hoop, instantly grabbing the assembled demon **** servants in front of him.

"You stay on my territory and obey my rules."

There was no expression on the man's stiff face, and his gray and gloomy eyes were cast on the mask: "First, you are not allowed to say anything that will disappoint me! Second, you are not allowed to peep behind me!"

"I understand very well!"

The servant of the demon **** shook his fat head, kept nodding his head, his eyes rolled a few times, and immediately flattered with a smirk:

"Hee hee, at least, you managed to get him to target the cultists, which is very beneficial to our subsequent actions."

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A series of sticky grotesque laughter rippled in the space, loosening the bound monster, the man turned around and moved on:

"Let him continue to consume energy on those brainless idiots. When I assimilate the eggs of the devil, that guy and his subordinates will only have a dead end."

"I don't think it's that easy."

The servant of the devil seemed to want to follow him, but for fear of angering him, he floated in a funny circle on the spot: "Don't forget, those two fish that slipped through the net are not dead yet, by the way, your tomb is also very beautiful. Weaknesses may be exposed.”

"Do you think I'll leave that broken bloom as it is?"

He stopped his steps, his eyes seemed to be burning with two green phosphorous fires, and his voice was low: "As for those two fish that slipped through the net, they are just fragile mortals, I have already sent another subordinate to deal with them, and it will not be long before they will be dealt with. There is good news.

"Hee hee hee, he really deserves to be a man who has obtained divine power, and his work is really watertight." The chunky figure slapped his fins and followed with a smirk.

boom--!

The huge tentacles hit the air again, and the tip hit the demon god's servant, smashing its entire body to burst open, and a large string of bubbles rolled in the air for a long time before returning to its original state.

"Hee hee hee……"

It smirked and stayed where it was, rubbing its fins and never going forward, but the expression under the mask was twisted to the limit, becoming extremely hideous.

...

When old Hank woke up, it was already bright.

He held up the broad leaf that had been full of dew all night, took a few mouthfuls greedily, and then kicked the cheap son who was still sleeping soundly next to him with his foot:

"It's already dawn, don't get up soon!"

"what!"

Derek howled miserably, his body suddenly curled into a ball, gasping for air, before he roared angrily for a long time: "Do you know how strong you are now? I'm just an ordinary person! Just an ordinary person! Ordinary people!"

"Stop talking nonsense, we must leave the primeval forest as soon as possible!"

The old tomb robber stood up, tidied up his wrinkled clothes, and then handed the water-filled leaves to the cheap son:

"Take two sips and hit the road!"

"..."

The young man reluctantly finished pouring cold water, wiped off the water stains, and jumped up.

"Eat while walking."

Old Hank threw a few wild fruits to his cheap son, grabbed one and took a bite, and quickly got out of the simple tent built last night.

Whoosh-!

Suddenly there was a sharp whistling in the air, and then, the dense tree canopy in front of him burst open, and the splashing leaves fell like raindrops, sweeping in front of the old tomb robber.

He arched his waist, stood on tiptoe, and quickly drew out the dagger from his waist.

There was a woman sitting on the branch in front of her. She lowered her head, her chestnut hair was hanging down in front of her face, her arms were on her chest, and she was completely naked.

Her body is very good-looking, slender and fair, and her **** are full and soft. If you ignore the pair of scale wings that replace the arms and the sharp hooked feet below the calves, she is definitely a model-level beauty.

"..."

Old Hank only felt that his scalp was numb. He grasped the weapon in his hand and slowly raised it in front of him.

The woman raised her head, her hair slowly spread out, revealing her white lips.

Another monster! Mostly monsters with Jeffrey!

The old tomb robber carefully looked at each other's legs, relying on his professionalism as a tomb robber, he was keenly aware that the weapon of this strange woman was definitely the pair of hooked feet.

Under the sparse sunlight in the jungle, the woman's face was pale and blue, her green compound eyes stared at the old Hank, and slowly stood up from the branch.

"do not come!"

Old Hank leaned against the tree, holding the handle of the knife firmly in both hands, pointing at his opponent.

Naturally, his warning was not aimed at monsters, but at his cheap son. The tacit understanding that the two had cultivated during this period of time quickly played a role.

Derek in the simple tent did not panic, but picked up a homemade bow and arrow.

Although the power of the bow and arrow made up by the belt and the branches is just a joke, the young man still draws the bow and arrow calmly, looking for an opportunity to help him cheap.

A gust of wind pierced the silence of the forest, and the female monster spread her wings and kicked the old tomb robber below with her legs.

"..."

Old Hank was expressionless, and his body rushed out the moment the female monster rushed. The dagger drew a sharp arc of light, which instantly overlapped with the female monster's figure, and then passed through.

"Ahhh!"

In the scream of the female monster, a scale wing flew up from the edge of the dagger's blade, and a large amount of blood was spattered from the severed limb.

Looks like I'm better than I thought!

A face-to-face dealt a heavy blow to the opponent, and the old tomb robber was instantly refreshed, and rushed towards the female monster who fell to the ground, turning a blind eye to the white slippery body and slashing at its legs.

The female monster screamed and kept retreating, and then at the moment he rushed, he twisted his waist and raised his legs, and his two sharp hooked feet slammed into old Hank's chest.

clang--!

The old tomb robber held the dagger across his chest, and while blocking the blow, he let out a deafening roar, then grabbed the pair of hooked feet, roared and pulled it into the air, and then smashed to the ground.

boom--!

The head of the female monster smashed to the ground, and at the same time as the soil splashed, the skull made a clear cracking sound, its compound eyes darkened, and it suddenly fell into a state of dizziness.

Old Hank immediately stepped forward with a grim smile, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed it into a human stick with a few rubs.

...

"What should I do, it doesn't seem to be able to speak."

Derek squatted in front of the female monster, looked up and down curiously, and poked its cheek with a branch.

"Come on, don't say anything..."

The old tomb robber cursed bitterly, then walked to the female monster's side, lifted his foot and stepped on its lower abdomen, the guy who stepped on it curled up like a silkworm.

"It doesn't seem like it's useless for you to hit it like this, let's hurry up and withdraw." The young man nibbled at the fruit bored.

"Damn, take a closer look, this girl has a good figure."

Old Hank looked at the fair and plump **** of the female monster, showing an incomparably evil smile, and reached out to the waistband of his trousers: "I haven't touched a woman for so long, so I just used it to vent."

"Isn't it, you are going to the monster too?"

Derek nibbled on the kernel and glanced at Daddy Cheap with a dull expression.

"What happened to the monster, the monster is alive no matter what, it's better than using your hands!"

The old tomb robber glanced at the cheap son with contempt, shook off the belt of his trousers, and then waved him away: "Get out of the way, and let you go when I'm done."

"Can not be done!"

The young man hurriedly stopped him and explained eagerly, "What if there are hidden weapons or toxins in that thing, have you forgotten the parasites on Jeffrey's body?"

"..."

After hearing the word parasite, Old Hank's body shivered suddenly, the boiling desire|fire disappeared, and the hard mushrooms softened.

"Forget it, just kill it."

The old tomb robber was really afraid of parasites, no amount of **** could hold back the fear, and the look in the eyes of the female monster turned into complete disgust.

"Go to hell."

Derek also glanced at the female monster with regret, and then quickly turned his face away.

Old Hank stepped forward with a dagger and was about to stab it in the chest, but stopped halfway and turned to look at the cheap son:

"Derek, you do it!"

"Me? I can't!"

The young man waved his hands again and again, shook his head and kept backing away.

"You must do it!"

The old tomb robber walked up to him with a sullen face, shoved the dagger into his cheap son's hand, and said sharply, "This kind of monster is definitely not the last one. If you don't even dare to kill it, how can you protect yourself in the future?"

"..."

Derek took the dagger silently, took a deep breath, walked to the female monster in two or three steps, and said softly:

"Don't blame me, it's your fault!"

As he said that, he exhaled a breath of exhaust gas, then gritted his teeth, thrust out the dagger, and the sharp blade "puchi" plunged into the female monster's chest.