The wet and greasy feeling lingered on the back of the neck, as if a coveted tongue was licking his skin, the blood vessels were bulging, and there seemed to be another terrifying eyeball staring at him. His own body, as if through the skin of the boat, grew out of the back of the neck.

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Like the members of the Straw Hats who were killed by Dalaran, Kakashi had a blood drop-shaped eye planted on the back of his neck.

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"His target is me!"

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Kakashi's heart thumped violently, like falling into an ice cave, and in the next moment he clenched his teeth fiercely and shouted at Jiraiya and the others, "Flee separately, or you won't be able to leave!"

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Without waiting for Jiraiya and Tsunade to answer, Kakashi stepped on the treetop and activated the shadow clone technique. Several Kakashi left the team at the same time and fled in different directions.

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With Kakashi's departure, the cold and frightening smell of blood has clearly faded. Jiraiya is carrying the unconscious Naruto on his shoulders, and Tsunade is also holding the exhausted mute with one hand. The individual looked at each other silently, and the closed teeth seemed to be bitten off.

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A strange feeling of soreness came from the neck, as if countless small bugs were drilling holes back and forth in the head, and the eerie and terrifying sound of breathing was blowing in the ears.

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"Sure enough, the shadow clone can't hide the eyes of those apostles!"

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Kakashi scratched the skin of the back of his neck vigorously, and soon scratched the flesh, and a drop of crystal clear blood beads fell out, like smooth satin connected together, suspended in mid-air and condensed into a strange ring.

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It has a strange beauty, but it reveals a **** taste that penetrates the heart and spleen.

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The ring is solid, which is the enlarged shape of the vertical eye of the blood drop. In the blood in the middle of the ring, a blood-stained face emerges, as if an evil spirit living in Kakashi's body finally burst through the skin and drilled. come out.

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"I haven't tasted the taste of blood for a long time. I like these eyes, so I think the blood in your body will also taste delicious." Dalaran grinned, revealing his white teeth.

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Kakashi's pupils shrank, his hands quickly formed seals, and a dazzling thunder light exploded from his palms, reflecting Dalaran's face, making his condition pale.

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"Chidori!"

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Kakashi roared angrily and grabbed Dalaran with his palm. The raging electric arc revealed a ferocious and ferocious arc. The air was penetrated by the electric arc, and there was a faint smell of burning.

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The dazzling blood-colored tentacles waved and were blown to pieces by the chidori. The scorched blood splashed and dyed the blue chidori into a deep red, and then more tentacles emerged from Dalaran, stripes from the body. The blood vessels that were drilled out danced wildly, layer upon layer like cobwebs that could not see the bottom, entangling the chirping birds.

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Fierce blue, gloomy dark red, fierce interweaving and bursting, blood droplets sputtered on Kakashi's body, like a splash of sulfuric acid solution, the clothes on the chest were corroded, and the capillaries protruded from the skin. Like a wriggling earthworm struggling and rolling.

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"Have you felt the agitation of the blood, bloom!"

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Bang!

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There was a **** explosion, and the blood-wrapped arm was instantly blown to pieces. The splattered blood was mixed with pieces of meat and bones. The hot blood merged in the air and was greedily sucked into his throat by Dalaran who opened his mouth.

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The latter slapped his lips, his lips glowing a strange red color. He looked at Kakashi, who was screaming and screaming. His palm suddenly covered Kakashi's head, and the texture of the palm cracked immediately, revealing the dense needles inside. Like the mouthparts of a poisonous mosquito, it pierced into Kakashi's body.

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The hairy sucking sound, Kakashi's scalp exploded, and one eyeball was round and round, as if it was about to fall out of the eye socket. The needle tube was full of dark red blood.

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Dalaran's nose twitched, greedily breathing the scent of fear in the air, until the last drop of blood in Kakashi's body was sucked dry, he loosened his five fingers, and the needle that covered Kakashi's body contracted "swish, swish" back to the palm.

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"I'm not afraid of death, I just can't let go of the taste of blood."

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The bizarre kaleidoscope writing wheel eye, and the bloodshot eyeballs all showed bizarre light. Dalaran stared at this lively world, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth became more and more wanton and sinister: "Yarlin's will is mine. The value of existence, and blood is the necessity to maintain my survival, Gana, I owe you once!"

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"You're welcome!"

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Gana walked out from behind, and he gently stroked the hollow blood trough between his eyebrows, and the accumulated blood made a "quack" sound under the touch of his fingers, "Remember to return me a beautiful one soon. The eyeballs, uh, there is one more thing to tell you, now it is Ace and Van Oka who replace the sixth apostle."

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"A guy who was killed by me, is there another guy who killed me, Jie Jie Jie Jie" Dalaran had two impressive faces in his mind. Someone died, how can I be missing Dalaran in the sequence of the 13 apostles."

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Gana smiled but didn't say a word, Smog stood aside, the skin and cheeks were wrinkled under the mask he took off, and his eyes looked coldly at the returning Dalaran. He was the later apostle, and he had no friendship with Dalaran.

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In the Legion's shared link, they didn't need to introduce themselves, they could smell each other's "common" breath, Dalaran's eyes swept across Smoker's body, and then focused on Orochimaru.

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"He doesn't have the aura bestowed by Yaerlin~lightnovelpub.net~Who is he?"

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Dalaran licked his wet lips, he had been asleep for too long, a unit of blood could not satisfy his appetite.

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"The sequence of the 13 apostles, that is to say, there are 13 such dangerous guys, no, there are at least 13, and what does it mean that the name Yaerlin was given?"

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Orochimaru was still reminiscing about the "deep meaning" revealed in Dalaran's words, but he shuddered suddenly, feeling a deep malice locked on him, and he could catch a glimpse of Kakashi's dried corpse in the corner of the eye. The hairs on his back stood up one by one.

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"You can't eat him, he is the guide of our trip, Smog made a promise with him, at least before the trip is over, he can't die!" Gana said with a half-smile: "Also, Yar Maybe Lin will like him!"

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Dalaran licked his lips and withdrew his greedy gaze. Orochimaru's Adam's apple wriggled slightly, his heart dropped a little, and Dalaran murmured in meaningful words, "Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life!"