Chapter 31: You are my faith

It’s still reliable to close your eyes on the cushion, the wound has been re-wrapped, and the body has changed a white shirt, the clothes are slightly open, and the half is red. If the clothes are looming, a few long hairs hang down and spread on the carpet.
After picking up a long hair, he suddenly said: "Yes, when the seal is completed, will you live with me? Let me take care of you."
I could open my eyes and look at his serious expression and smiled: "I can take care of myself."
"You know what I mean." The gaze is focused, and there are a few ignited seedlings.
"Degenerate, you don't forget, you are a prince." Still can look down at the squatting beside him.
"I have given up my inheritance right when I was an adult. Now I am just a normal royalty." The degraded tone is cautious. "I may not be able to give you an upright name, but I swear that this life is only loyal to you alone."
Still touched, this man seems to like him every time. There is no memory, but he can always pick him up in the vast sea of ​​people and give him his heart.
Ignore gender, ignore identity, and make people feel irresistible.
I still know that I have some heartbeat and I want to talk to him about a love without any scruples. But before the end of the three missions, he could not give him any promise.
"Sorry, I can't promise you." A delicious meal was placed in front of him who was hungry, but he could only refuse it.
"Is it because of my identity, or because of my gender?" The fallen vision swept through his eyebrows, lips, jaw, throat, and collarbone.
"No." Can still answer, "Because of my identity, and my gender." As a professional man who died, he felt that he must first get rid of the "death" scum man to be able to dye other promising young people. . (Death: Slag Man? Believe it or not, I will kill you now?)
"Identity can't be changed." He fell down and hooked the waist of Shangke, whispering on his lips. "But gender can be overcome."
The voice is hidden in the lips, and the hot tongue is plunged into it.
"Don't move." Fallen to stop the action that you still want to retreat, hoarse, "be careful to make a fuss."
Still hesitating, the fallen lip crossed his jaw, landed on his throat, and then continued down...
"Degenerate!" can still be reprimanded, "just enough."
The fall looked up from his chest and looked at the waves that flashed in his shackles. The corner of his mouth brought a few smiles: "Yes, you don't feel nothing to me."
He has resisted so hard, can you stop seduce him? !
I can still stretch my face and try to make a look that is not false.
Fallen and leaned on his side, helping him pull the blanket that slipped down to the waist, Wen Sheng: "Reassured, even if I want to do something, this is not the right place."
He could still glance at him, his body sinking, he turned his back and fell, and he fell asleep.
Looking down at the two figures that are close together, I haven’t looked away for a long time...
Ka Xiu and others marched along the way, and encountered several teams on the way. As Philip said, no team is intact. Without exception, they are all invaded by the magic, but the degree is different.
Although he can still work hard to save, he can only save a very small part. In the end, he can hardly walk even in the road, and he has to strictly prohibit him from continuing to save people.
Five days later, the team expanded to more than 60 people and successfully reached the center of the swamp abyss.
The people finally had the privilege of seeing this tree of the devil that had troubled the mainland for thousands of years.
It is about a hundred meters high, and the trunk is about 50 meters thick. It takes about 30 people to hold it together, and the branches are intertwined, such as an open giant umbrella. The leaves are condensed by a group of magical spirits, such as black wildfires, burning.
Everyone only felt that they were in hell, and there was darkness in front of them. Except for the strong magic, there was no other thing.
The power of the devil's tree made everyone breathe hard, their hearts were turbulent, their legs were frozen, and they couldn't move.
Fear, cold, pain, depression... almost drown the crowd.
They pondered deeply, as if they had fallen into a never-ending nightmare and had no resistance.
More than seventy people, just two or three people still barely keep a bit clear.
You can still hold the fallen hand and the magic of the body for him, and remind him: "The rule spar."
Fallen and stabilize your mind, and take out a transparent crystal stone from your pocket.
At least three rules of spar can form an enchantment.
It is still possible to absorb the magical power for the card repair, plus the gardener Xinbi - this guy is the first person in the place to get rid of the magical invasion, the three just made an enchantment.
They hold the rule spar and enter the power of their faith into it.
The rule spar gradually glows white, in the deep darkness, like a small firefly, flickering.
Under the radiance of the light, many people recovered from the faintness, and struggled to come up with their own rule spar and join the team that lit the spar.
Philip, Max, Amy, Youyi... As the spar is lit up, the light of faith is shining more and more.
Although I can only find the fourth of the seven warriors who sealed the devil's tree, this time added a lot of new power. Their faith may not be as strong as the seven warriors, but they should be able to bring the devil. The tree was successfully sealed.
However, under the protection of the public, most of them have not experienced the test and quenching of the magic. Now they are suddenly in the source of magic, almost for a moment, they are invaded by the magic gas, and it is deeply invaded.
They have been transformed into subordinate apostles, completely irrational, and attacked the people around them indiscriminately.
What is still the most worrying thing finally happened.
The fall immediately stopped inputting the power of faith and shouted to others: "Card, you continue to seal the tree of the devil, I am responsible for protecting your safety."
He took out his weapon and stopped in front of Ka Xiu and others. At the same time, he said to Shang: "Follow me, don't be too far away."
I can still hold the pounce and nod.
The magic gas, such as the plague, generally spreads rapidly, and in just a few minutes, one in two people are eroded.
The fallen with four or five people fought fiercely with a group of crazy invaders, sorrowful, swords, roars and other chaotic sounds intertwined.
It is still possible to look around, and now 13 people have lit up the rule spar, and it takes about 5 hours to seal the devil's tree. With the strength of the fallen and other people, it should be no problem to deal with a few dozen people. But unfortunately, other subordinate apostles are still hidden in the darkness, and the devil's tree cannot let humans seal it.
The devil apostles on this continent have tens of thousands if there are not 10,000, and the invaders in the early and middle stages are countless. Although they may not all be recalled by the tree of the devil, hundreds of people should still have it.
Only one step away from the completion of the mission, you can't hope for a failure in any case.
He walked over to the Iraqi body and took the harp from his back.
You Yi’s whole heart is concentrated on the rule spar, and he did not pay attention to the movement behind him.
You can still sit with your harp and knees, look up at the fall of the battle, and stare quietly for a moment. Then take out a rule of spar and give it to the side of the pounce. He said: "Put it, don't let it know if you hold it?"
The flutter holds the spar and focuses on the head.
Still ridiculously touched her little head, then put her hand on the strings and slowly began to play...
When I heard the familiar sound of the piano, I fell back and slammed back, and I saw that I was still holding the harp and sitting not far away.
"Damn!" Flashed anger in the eyes of the fallen. Is this guy crazy? In the source of the magic gas to absorb the magic, let him have the power of faith, it is impossible to suppress such a surging magic!
But at this moment, he can't stop it. More and more apostles are coming from all directions, and their situation is in jeopardy.
In the fallen scarlet eyelids, a smattering of a smattering color, with a shining sword, rushed toward the enemy like a beast. In the pleasing sound of the piano, a sword dance is produced.
In the eyes of the fair, there is a dark tear, and the surrounding magic is entangled, as in the black flame. The skin that was originally very white, now white is bright, the lips are bright red like blood, long hair and no wind, the whole person looks like a from hell, glamorous and ghostly.
The notes, with the power of his faith, introduce the magic of the people into their bodies a little, forming a stream of light in the darkness.
The still eyes were completely shrouded in darkness, and the hair burned like a wildfire. The black tears crossed his white face, dripping into the air and turning into a mist, and then disappeared.
Those who have been invaded by the magical gas gradually return to reason, and those who have long been apostles have also become chaotic.
The battle camp of the fallen and other people is getting bigger and bigger, and the disadvantages are gradually being reversed.
The sound of the piano is still going on, and it is melodious, sometimes clear and low-pitched, and the magic around it is madly surging in the song, and it is a fierce collision with the power of faith gathered by everyone.
At this moment, dozens of people suddenly appeared in the darkness.
They are agile and powerful, and all are king-level apostles. Because of their raids, in just a few minutes, the rule spar was extinguished three times.
The apostles in the king's apostles were solid and the sound of the piano was limited, and everyone was in danger again.
Can still slowly raise his eyes, the black mist in his eyes, the fingers of the strings, swiftly waving, bursts of rushing sounds like waves.
There is only one thought in mind, even if it is dead, it can't make the seal fail!
The power of faith in the sound of the piano suddenly increased, such as the hurricane generally swept away to the king-level apostles.
They realized that the threat was from Shangke, and immediately separated a few people to go to him. The moment of the fall is moved to the front of the body, and the sword is crossed, so that no one can approach one step.
As time went by, the bodies on the ground were more and more, and the air was full of atmosphere, but the magical power was reduced. In the dark world, there was a gradual emergence of light.
Seeing that the seal is about to succeed, the remaining ten rules of spar suddenly extinguished four.
Sealing the Devil's Tree requires at least seven kinds of faith, and only six can't seal it. The original gradual reduction of the magical gas surged again, and the power of the anti-shock almost made the last six people also fall.
Can't you?
Despair gradually appeared in the eyes of everyone.
No, there is hope.
The sound of the piano is still not stopped.
Everyone looked at the sound and found with horror that the whole person was wrapped in magical air, and the figure was like a reflection in the water. Only the harp with the light of faith and the five fingers are clearly visible.
The golden strings are covered with blood, the fingers are still, and the flesh is blurred. But even so, he did not stop playing, and the sound of the piano was as smooth as ever.
Everyone only felt sore eyes and couldn't help but shed tears. Someone at the place, no one is more painful than him.
He has not given up, what qualifications do they have to give up?
The people reunited their hearts and minds, and the light of faith suddenly shone.
The fallen dynasty is still looking forward, his eyes are sore, and he finally knows what the belief is.
That is - sacrifice!
The greater the sacrifice, the stronger the power of faith.
This is why he is not afraid of the magic, because every time he fights, he has the determination to die.