Chapter 356: Self-eaten evil fruit devil visit

In Zhou Yi’s old apartment, Susan slept very heavy and heavy. And it is where she can't see or hear. A smoky smog filled in.
The smoke passed through the door and slid into the door of the apartment. Then a little bit of swaying into a vague figure.
This is a guy with a well-behaved hand and a fuzzy facial features. As soon as he appeared in the house, he looked around the environment and walked toward the bedroom in a step. His goal is clear, Susan is resting. As for what he wants to do, you don't have to guess if you want to get it. It won't be a good thing.
However, before he took a two-step road, a layer of golden lines suddenly appeared on the ground. Then it was full of the entire apartment.
The light like a chain flies directly along the lines, and then tightly entangles this smoky silhouette. Before he struggled, he pulled him and tied him to the ground.
The smoke-like figure was shocked and inexplicable. He just wanted to scream. A layer of flame rushed directly into his facial features, along with the ray chain that was entangled in him, and blocked all his voices back.
He could only lick his face, rolling like a suffocation in the fire. Then quietly turned into nothingness in the hall.
When this was over, the apartment’s living room was restored to calm. Everything seems to have never happened. Everything has been painted with a terminal symbol in the case of Susan's unknown.
But for the other side, Victor as one of the parties. Feng. Dum, the things to be experienced have only just begun.
In his most private and secret place, Victor puts on a magical array using the magic he has learned. Then I turn a part of my consciousness into a nothingness between the existence and the non-existence. This thing is equivalent to another one, but it can do a lot of things that he can't do.
For example, quietly, from the eyes of countless people, take a living person away. This is not a difficult thing for the magical avatar. He has tried it many times in the past, and this time there will definitely be no errors. but. Things are totally different from what he thinks.
During a few breaths, his magical avatar was completely wiped out. And the power that destroyed his avatar did not give up, but directly passed on the wrath of his own horror.
The feeling of burning came over from my body, which made Victor almost want to be awkward. He stuck his throat tightly. I open my mouth and want to yell out. But from the eyes of his nephew, he could only make a dry, hoarse voice.
Just like his burnt skin, in his throat, in his chest, all his organs are also being grilled by the hot heat. Almost all organic organizations are beginning to change. At a high temperature far beyond the flame. Pieces of burns appeared one after another in every corner of his body. This made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't die.
The pain of this burning fire does not allow him to die like this. He is far beyond the horror of ordinary people, so that he can not die so simply.
He could only roll on the ground and swallow all his pain and sorrow into his stomach. Then in this extremely cruel repression, taste more intense pain.
However, no matter how severe the pain is, it will end. When the feeling of the burning fire subsided a little, Victor finally took a long breath. Then a miserable, wicked mourning sound was heard.
At this time, he has completely lost the appearance of a person. His whole body became a terrible black, and even the skin and muscles were completely burned together with his clothes. A block of cracked coke-shells filled his entire body and still had high temperatures. Let the oil that has permeated from his body sizzle on the coke shell from time to time.
In addition, his body has a strange light. It is the light that shines from inside his body, like the fire of molten fire. The light passed through the thick, cracked coke of his body, which infiltrated like a flowing magma.
Against this backdrop, Victor looks more like a monster with a lava flow, not a handsome and determined company boss.
Why is this happening? It is something that Victor has never thought of. And he doesn't have any thoughts about these useless things now. Now he has only one mind. That is to die.
Only death can make him get rid of the pain of the present, and only death can give him a happy.
But now he wants to die is not easy, because he can not control his body. The body that has become this appearance is almost impossible to be manipulated again. His nerves and muscles were almost turned into a coke. This made him only be there to squat there, like a sculpture to taste the pain.
The most ridiculous thing is that his magical power is still providing him with strong vitality. Let him not die in this pain.
The radiance of the melt that emanates from his body is his magic. Now this magic has become the root of his pain.
Victor has never been like this time, abhorrent to the magical power of this hard work. At this moment, he thought that he was just an ordinary human being, not a magician. Because of this, he can die so fast, or change his mind. If so, he will not incur such a scourge.
However, the bitter fruit has already been formed, and he has no other choice.
He can only continue to mourn in pain. Waiting for the destruction that will come for a long time in mourning. There shouldn't be any other possibility, but at this time, an old voice rang in his ear.
"Let me see who this is, who is in painful sorrow. It turned out to be you, poor little Dum, persistent little Dum, thinking about the mother's little Dum. Ah hahaha, please forgive me. Seeing your appearance, I really will not recognize your identity for a while!"
Hearing this sound, Victor, who was already stiff like a statue, trembled fiercely. The heavy gasping sound came out of his throat like a leaking bellows. He desperately wanted to swear, wanting Raise your head to look at this sudden guy.
But his body made him unable to do anything. He could only turn his own burnt eyes and make a dry, dry voice. Only maintain a posture that is almost impossible to change.
"Oh, oh, it's pitiful, little Dum! You can't do anything like this. I'm in front of you. You have been looking for me for so long, don't you want to see me?"
The voice continued to behave like a mockery, but this time he was closer, almost to the eyes of Victor. By the time he can almost feel his breath.
Victor's emotions are getting more and more excited, but his excitement can't change anything about the present. Until the guy who made an old voice, held out a hand and pinched his chin.
The hand slammed Victor's neck, causing his neck to squeak like a burnt wood. A piece of hard crumbs fell off his neck, exposing his yellow neck to the extent that he could barely see it with the naked eye. This can almost be said to be horrible, but the guy who did this did not even send out a little bit of a reaction.
He just picked up Victor's head and looked straight into his eyes. Said to him.
"It's really miserable, little Dum. You can't even see it, you can't even say it. Now you, even if I appear in front of you, you have no way at all. You said, I should How is it for you?"
Victor's breathing has become more crude, which is already the most extreme meaning he can express. It seems that he understood his mind, and the weird guy smiled and said.
"I will give you a chance now, Little Dum. You must catch him!"
He said, pinching Victor's chin. Then he grew his mouth and sprayed a thick black smoke on Victor's face.
In an instant, the sounds of countless undead call signs appeared in this small secret room, and the darkness of the smoke became a dead soul that flew away, and swarmed into the body of Victor.
That is the power that does not belong to the dust, the power that belongs only to the devil. Under this power, a miracle appeared on Victor's body.
Black smoke glides through his body in a visible way, each passing through his inch of muscles and bones. The magical power began to repair the body that he had almost completely destroyed. A piece of coke shell was hardened by the muscles, and the blue-red muscles pulsate and covered his entire body.
Soon, his body like a cracked land regained its vitality, and even his eyes grew new things. However, his current appearance is not as good as before.
If he was a cracked humanoid sculpture, then he is now bloody, peeled off a layer of skin blood. When it comes to visual impact, he is now more crushed. From his personal point of view, the general appearance of this monster did not make him feel better. Even the nervous system he just grown is more than a matter of expanding his pain.
But for them, it is no longer important. All his spirits are placed in the suit of his own, like a gentleman like a gentleman.
Seeing his appearance for a moment, Victor almost rushed to control himself, and he grabbed his collar with force. From his own voice, there is still a hoarse and dry voice.
"It's really you, Mephisto. I finally found you!" (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net