All is still, the stars are silent, and a lion walks on the road.

The lion's eyes had already lost their brilliance, but at this moment, those eyes glowed with focus.

Out of the cage, it came alive. The night wind whipped its mane, and it didn't even look as old as Ivan thought.

Ivan walked behind the lion. He wanted to go faster, but the lion refused to run. It just walked westward with steady steps. One man and one lion, walking silently under the starlight, getting farther and farther away from the city.

Ivan knew that there was an inaccessible forest in the west, as long as he entered there, the lion would be free. Judging from the state of the lion, it can support itself in the wild. Maybe the harsh life in the wild cannot make the lion "care for the rest of its life", but it also knows that freedom is always better than being enslaved. Even if the freedom is short.

They walked along the road, and Ivan wanted to go faster, but there was no faster way, only to ensure that he kept walking.

Ahead of the dark road, he saw a figure standing there. The figure walked towards the fleeing man and the lion step by step, his red-skinned face and sallow eyes were illuminated by a dim red light.

Anxi still had that cruel smile on his face, and he looked very excited. The lava heart in his chest was beating and glowing red at the same time, and it was that light that illuminated the face of the devil prince. Thick sulfur-smelling smoke came out of Anxi's mouth. The pure-blooded Shenmin was very excited at the moment.

"You really can wait, you know?" He blocked the way to freedom, "I've been giving you a chance to release it, and you waited almost a month to do it!"

This is a trap. Although he was skeptical in his heart, Ivan still stepped in without hesitation, because he only saw this method of unlocking. And he has to get out of here.

This was indeed a trap—Ivan understood better. Shenmin is the most contract-aware, he stole property belonging to Shenmin, the other party has the right to seek justice...

Anxi took out a black collar, which represented the collar of slavery. His circus wants to have a magician forever.

"Will you put it on yourself, or should I help you?"

Evan Burns, wearing the mask of the Celestial Thunderbird, stepped in front of the lion. He knows his strength. Avoiding conflict before was nothing more than reducing the risk in front of the demigod. Now that the situation is like this, he has no reason to be too afraid of the other party.

"Okay, another naughty..." A whip appeared in Anxi's hand, like a white-hot steel wire. The whip made the lion growl and backed away a few steps. The counter-offensive boundary pillar arched out of the soil, the ground was cracked, and the light and thick smoke of the brimstone **** seeped out of the ground. Sure enough, it was a prince.

Evan raised his hand. After being promoted to King level, he hasn't played a good game yet. He felt a little happy that his opponent was a demigod at the moment.

Even if he falls here, he will let the thunder and lightning resound through the world.

Thick clouds began to gather overhead.

·

Moonlight came to his door. He directly infiltrated the psychic into the keyhole, and the internal structure of the lock was exactly the same as his own. He cursed inwardly, and opened the door.

Various memories involuntarily surfaced in his brain, Sméagol was busy in the kitchen, Winnie greeted Sam with her arms in his arms, and the feeling of happiness was like the spring wind blowing towards his face. But it was not that scene in front of him, but a dark and desolate home in front of him. It even made Moonlight feel a little strange.

He seems to be an old man who has returned to his empty home after many years. Walking step by step, the footsteps are like faint drumbeats. The ectoplasm swept every corner lightly, Sméagol was not there, Winnie was not there.

What does Nietzsche that **** mean? What is he trying to do? Where is his "collection" hidden?

Moonlight felt a wave of anger welling up from deep within her body.

keep Calm. Xiao En's voice sounded in my ears, his voice seemed to contain a glimmer of light, the pianist in Mengdu let out a breath, and the sea that was about to rush calmed down.

He went up the stairs and came to the second floor. The footsteps were still slow and steady, as if something terrible was hidden in this house. A voice sounded, making the moonlight body

The hairs on his face stood up.

It's the cry of a baby. It's very similar to Sam's cry. Right in the master bedroom!

His blood surged up. Moonlight involuntarily quickened her pace and walked towards the master bedroom. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and the faint crying suddenly disappeared.

Not only that, but there was also a disturbing smell in the room. He quickly opened the door, and in the room he was familiar with, there was an ancient stone platform where the crib was originally placed.

On that stone platform stood the corpse of a baby. Moonlight's heart trembled. He unconsciously raised his hand, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the corpse on the stone platform.

It's Sam. Summer. She didn't wear any clothes, her small body was bloodless, her head was tilted to one side, and there was no breath of life around her. Moonlight covered her mouth.

He knew that he was still in the field of demigods, but everything in front of him still made him unacceptable.

what is this? Seeing this scene, Yueguang's heart was broken. His hand stretched out to the cold, small body, but it was still in the air.

He found a groove in the middle of the stone platform, and Sam was lying in that groove at this time. There is a ditch in the middle of the groove, and a ritual knife is placed beside the ditch.

This is a symbolic scene. Moonlight calmed down a little. Even if Ivan, who is best at interpreting symbolic scenes in the team, is not there, Moonlight himself can understand what all this symbolizes by virtue of experience.

This stone platform is a relic for exchanging vitality. As long as Moonlight puts his blood into the ditch, and the blood flows into the groove along the ditch, his vitality will be transferred to Sam, and his poor child will be able to come back to life.

It's a brutal test, isn't it? Before he even met Nietzsche's subordinate, he was already facing the dilemma of life and death.

Moonlight walked slowly to the ditch. With slender and white fingers, he picked up the shiny silver knife.

Everything in front of him was obviously a test for him by this lock. He has no choice but to face it and move forward. He must join Sean and the others at the top of the mountain, and they will face the impossible enemy together...

bring it on.

The left wrist was raised flat, and the right hand was raised quickly. When it passed the wrist, a cold light flashed, and the bright red blood with body temperature began to drip. The viscous blood quickly flowed into a thin column, along the ditch on the stone platform, and slowly spread in the groove.

The blood column was like a red rope, connected to that small, cold body. Moonlight felt that her vitality was gradually draining away.

·

As if she was the chosen one, three spotlights shone on her. Olivia Fengling was wearing a black tutu at the moment, dancing gently to the weeping music. ap.

The same swan dancers hovered and swam around her in the dark. It seems to want to get closer, but keep a distance.

Slowly, she felt death creeping into her body. Feeling the cold, she slowly sat on the ground and crawled down.

The white swans around finally flapped their wings and flew away, and the black swan who refused to leave stayed in her nostalgic winter.

There was warm applause from the audience, but few flowers were thrown onto the stage.

After the curtain was closed, Olivia stood up and quickly walked backstage.

It was her seventh performance on the stage at Labreil. Every time she stepped down from the stage, she carefully honed her dancing skills, rehearsing each movement to 100% accuracy, but she still couldn't reap the cheers that Della got~lightnovelpub.net~ If she can't surpass Della, she will To be left here forever.

But she no longer knew what to do.

At this time, Della was standing backstage, and she watched her dance.

She is a legacy of the New Moon Era, a little **** in ancient dances, and her shadow can be seen on any breathtaking stage. And he is just a mediocre dancer. Seeing her, Olivia actually felt a tingling pain.

She walked quickly, trying to get away from her.

"That's the look," Della said suddenly.

"What did you say?" Was she provocative?

"I said, baby, that's the expression." She had a lazy smile on her face, "Actually, you are a talented dancer, and you can dance to make the gods look at you, but you have blocked all your genius Get up. I don't understand why you're doing this."

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