Chapter 512: Illusory red moon

　　 stood on the edge for a while, and could only go back without waiting for anything else.
　　 Kemeng looked up at the sky when he went back. A scarlet moon hung in the sky, and the sky was foggy, very strange.
　　 What is going on with the moon above, Kemun wants to know.
　　 But he is too far away from that moon, even if there is a cat with a big face, he cannot predict the news.
　　 Kemeng is still an angel at the moment, flying high in the sky, his body radiating light that is difficult to look directly at.
　　Countless blood creatures dare not look at the sky, nor go out any more, for fear that Kemeng blocked the door to kill them.
　　 This is the hidden space of the blood race. It has been in business for decades. Every time an outsider comes over, it is an unconscious consciousness of the mother master.
The kinship as a whole has matured. They naturally don’t need too many newcomers. Many newcomers are fresh blood-promoting food with special flavors that are not available in the breeding grounds. Therefore, several times a month, sometimes more than a dozen blood-food activities have become kinship Monthly celebration.
　　 But now, they had no idea that such a powerful enemy would enter this hidden space, and even the invincible patriarch of the blood family would be forced to desperately. What qualifications would they have to fight Kemeng.
　　 Kemeng ignored them, burned them on fire, or slowly concocted them with other objects, it was not too late, people could not run away, the intersection was blocked, Kemeng had grasped their lifeline.
　　 Kemeng flies higher and higher. Those who have angel wings do not need to consider other things, just fly upwards.
　　 On the ground, the pink glutinous rice looked up at the sky and saw their master lift up like a golden sun, completely overshadowing the brightness of the scarlet moon, becoming the brightest spot in the world.
　　 "Wow!" Tangyuan is proud of it.
　　 Shirley blocked her brows with her hand, and the next second she realized that this method was useless. It was not the real sun, but the holy light.
　　 I don’t know how long it took to fly, maybe ten minutes, half an hour?
　　 Kemeng found that the full moon in the sky is becoming more and more illusory, not real at all, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water.
　　How is this possible, this moon is illusory?
　　 Kemeng realized something was wrong, and then flew up.
　　 plunged into the gray mist, the mist enveloped, but the holy light was fierce, and it opened up a bright space.
　　 has been flying for a long time, and the fog around him has disappeared until there is no more.
　　 The bottomless black occupies the entire line of sight, and the deathly silence warns Kemeng’s spirituality not to fly into the black.
　　 is the void!
　　 Kemeng stayed on the edge of the gray mist with his strong spiritual perception and did not fly out.
　　 The holy light on his body keeps piercing into the dark nothingness.
　　 The void swallows all the holy light, without any feedback, like a bottomless abyss.
　　 The scarlet moon is already transparent to the extreme, unreal, as if it does not exist in this space, it is just a projection in the void.
　　 This makes Kemeng's heart full of questions, what kind of moon it is that can be projected in the void.
　　 Kemeng stayed on the edge of the gray fog for a long, long time, staying so long, just to use his spirituality to silently perceive the information sent by the scarlet moon, maybe he could feel something incredible.
　　 As his gaze deepened, Kemon didn't feel he had any gains.
　　 turned his head to control the sinking of his body, a few seconds later Kemeng looked back at the moon, the moon was between illusion and reality.
　　 The farther Kemeng is from it, the higher the realism.
　　 Kemeng stopped falling, and flew up again, the illusory feeling rose again.
　　 In other words, the closer you get to the moon, the less real it is?
　　 Kemeng is puzzled, but he understands one truth. Anyway, he just doesn't know the moon.
　　 After a long time of descending, Kemeng returned to the ground, and the dumplings barked, very happy.
　　 Kemeng had seen all bald glutinous rice before, but he didn't take a closer look before, and now he circled the glutinous rice twice and looked carefully.
　　 "It's bald." Kemeng patted the glutinous rice on the back. At this time, the glutinous rice had become smaller, and his palm could easily pat the dog's back.
　　 The dog’s back is fleshy, not slippery, a bit sticky, and even a little stingy.
　　 "Wang!" Tangyuan was very aggrieved and needed strong comfort.
　　 "Have you swallowed all those dog hairs?" Kemon asked.
　　 Tangyuan, of course, didn't finish collecting its dog hair. Hearing Kemeng's call, he rushed into the city like flying and regained its dog hair.
　　 Those kinsmen are not enemies of the dumpling palm at all. Once they meet each other, they will be photographed into the ground and sunk several meters deep.
　　 Kemeng stayed at the door of the Moonlight Bar as the doorman, Shirley had been put into the storage scarf by Kemeng, and Kemeng released the white sugar for a stroll.
The white sugar feathers are still there, and the whole body is white, as if it has not been polluted. With big stupid eyes, I dare not speak, because the white sugar found that the environment here is too gloomy. At first glance, it is good to kill the statues and bury the dead. location.
　　 eyes and nose, nose and heart, White Sugar has never forgotten that Kemeng’s true identity is Cthulhu, standing on the left side of the moonlight bar, motionless.
　　 People who don’t know think it is a natural sculpture.
　　 "The glutinous rice will be back later, you can take a video of it." Kemeng said as he threw a mobile phone to the sugar.
　　 How could the white granulated sugar be disobedient, he hurriedly took the cell phone that Kemeng threw over, and said that there was no problem.
　　 Kemeng is thinking of video. Everyday video is water and water. Through the audience's watching, Kemeng can increase resistance in disguise.
　　 Although there are not many, but the accumulation of less will add up.
　　 Kemeng glanced at his own resistance, already breaking through the two thousand mark ~ EbookFREE.me~ has reached the two thousand four hundred resistance.
　　 It was this high resistance point that allowed Kemun to confidently take the violent blow from the blood patriarch.
　　 There are currently very few enemies that can break Kemon’s defenses, except for attack-type zero-level special items.
　　 Kemeng waited for a long time, and the pink dumplings came back at a high pace.
　　 But when I came back, Bai Shitang had already turned on the camera mode.
　　 No additional recording is required. After the video is recorded, Kemeng will record a voice-over, or simply not record it, just send it out as it is for the audience.
　　 Tangyuan came back as a big dog, carrying a few blood people on his back, and there was a blood people in his mouth yelling for mercy.
　　 This is the task given by Kemeng. When recovering the dog's hair, he will catch a few local kinsmen and come back to examine things.
When 　　 glutinous rice returned to Kemeng, they found that white sugar was recording the video.
　　 It was furious, opened its mouth wide to bite the white sugar, the white sugar flopped and took off, sprinkling a large piece of sand.
　　 Kemeng was interrogating several blood people: "Do you know what happened to the moon above your head?"
　　 Several kinsmen are handsome men and beauties. Ordinary people will feel love and pity when they meet, but Kemon's cold face makes them feel a little bit.
　　
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