Chapter 2394: The blood of the **** of creation

Therefore, it is not a good thing to be too strong...If you beat your chest, you can break your ribs.
With a violent cough, the pastry collapsed. Looking at the yellow pastry on the floor and still in its original shape, he stretched out his index finger, poked it twice, and pressed his hand again.
To his grandma!
Who put the rubber on the plate!
Feeling depressed, I picked up my teacup, took a sip of tea, took a sigh of relief, looked up awkwardly, looked at Alice, and suddenly realized that this woman had disappeared out of thin air!
Huh?
Where did it go? Teleported? Still invisible?
Looking around blankly, in the corner of the room, I found a shivering weak girl, who is not Alice, and who?
"Although choking your throat is a shameful thing, I also know that when you are choked, your expression must be very hideous, but you can't hide that far? It hurts me!"
Alice flinched, raised her hand tremblingly, and pointed to my...left arm.
Following the direction and looking down, the ancient text that was originally tattooed on my arm quietly rose up, hanging one centimeter from the skin, slowly and heavily.
After frowning and looking at it for a while, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, but it's just activated. This will be stuck for a while, and it will be out of control."
Speaking of this, I paused, raised my head, looked at Alice, who was trembling against the wall, a bad thought suddenly came to my mind.
In the next second, I smiled and leaned toward Alice step by step. I believe that at this moment, I must look like a pervert who is very lustful facing the weak girl who is hiding in the corner.
"No, don't come here!" Alice yelled in panic.
While smirking, I said ill-intentionedly: "You scream, you scream, even if you call your throat broken, no one will come to rescue you."
I was thinking about frightening and frightening this demon woman, so as to soothe my depressed heart, but unexpectedly, something happened suddenly.
Hearing a loud bang, the door of the room was blasted open. A woman, to be precise, a purple skin, purple hair, purple eyes, and a little purple man in a purple dress, was standing at the door with an angry face.
Next to her, there was another woman standing. This woman was not as pure as the former. Her hair was golden, her skin was fair, and her dress was bright red.
This not pure woman is the owner of this moonlight tavern, Socia, and the pure little purple man is the culprit who drank my last bottle of tequila, Sharan.
If the two of them showed up one and a half minutes earlier, the atmosphere would be more friendly.
However, at this moment, the two women looked at me in their eyes, they were looking at a sinful pervert. The deep contempt from the soul made me feel...it was quite cool.
Let alone, the feeling of being despised by beautiful women is actually quite good, at least much better than being ignored, and better than the feeling of being polite but not being taken seriously.
At least, this contempt is from the sincerity.
I stared at the two women in a daze for a few seconds, and defended: "In fact, I am not such a person, do you believe it?"
Shalan chuckled, "Guess what?"
I was sad: "I guess you don't believe it."
She smiled like a flower: "Guess again."
I suddenly became excited: "I guess you believe it!"
"guessed wrong."
My mood fell to a trough in an instant: "Next time, can you just point out the words without turning around? This feeling of suddenly falling from heaven to is really bad."
"Not enough" Shalan said lightly.
"what?"
"Not bad enough" Sharan repeated again, saying: "Wait, you will understand what is worse."
After that, he took out his wand, pointed it at me, and quickly recited a series of spells.
The speed of this mantra is fast and urgent, just like diarrhea in the toilet, bald, and it's over.
A silver-white arrow, like an arrow cast from flawless snow, shot from the head of the stick, and shot straight into my heart with thunder.
Looking at this sharp arrow from the string, I don't have the kind of tragic feeling when a strong man is dying-even if I am penetrated by it, I can't die.
But they probably won't survive.
The ancient characters on the left arm are turning heavy and slowly. This is just the beginning. Once I get fatal onslaught again and again, or suddenly subjected to irresistible external force, their speed will become Fast.
The faster it turns, the farther away from the body, the stronger the released power.
This reason is actually very simple to think clearly. The first time it was activated, it was threatened by the tiger, the second time it was completely irrational, and the third time it was attacked by the tauren boss, fighting hard.
The result of the first time caused a small piece of forest to turn into powder, the second time, the entire village was destroyed, and the third time...Sorry, the third time I didn’t know how it turned out, I only knew there were more people around me. A pile of rubble of the same material as the boss room, it is estimated that the entire boss room has been razed to bare walls.
This is the fourth time.
I am not angry, nor lose my mind, so I shouldn't cause extensive damage, but a small area of ​​destruction may not be avoided.
But what about this?
Whether Socia, Saran, or Alice hiding in the corner shivering with a look of horror, or the bartender in the Gobi, or a group of powerful national forces, none of them can run away.
All have to be sacrificed for this arrow.
Thinking about it this way, there is no need to be angry with this arrow.
So he raised his head and stood up to welcome the power of the arrow.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me. The soft long hair was scattered in mid-air. The white and purple cheongsam served as a background for the messy long hair, and it exaggerated its messy beauty.
A well-proportioned figure, long soft arms, and slender fingers, all of this was skipped in front of my eyes, like a dream, which made me unforgettable.
Pouch.
A soft sound.
Such as the muffled noise of cutting clothes with a knife.
So subtle, but so clear.
The huge force hit my slim body and flew backwards, and I quickly avoided it at the right time. So, the beautiful girl fell heavily on the ground, and her eyes that had no emotion were also in an instant. , Burst out the light of resentment.
That kind of resentment, like a deep-seated woman.
Shalan, the person involved, was shocked by this scene, speechless for a long time.
Socia on the side still made the gesture of holding the glass, but the glass had become a pile of crystal shards, scattered all over the floor.
The wine syrup stained the white floor with shocking blood stains.
The blue planet has a saying: Wine is the blood of God.
I think it should not be considered impolite to regard tequila as the blood of the of creation.
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