defilement

Night of the Forest of Madness

The tall and dense trees swaying in the bonfire look like ghosts, this is a small open space that has been specially cleared.You can even hear the faint gurgling of water.

Chris casually stirred the fire, flipped the stick with the fish stuck in it from time to time, and there was a friction sound of "Xixisuosuo" from the place shrouded in darkness ahead.

"Washed? You -----!" Chris shook his hand, and the grilled fish that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside fell into the ashes, and Chris had no time to rescue it, no, or he didn't have this awareness at all now up!

Under the moonlight, the person returning from the bath pushed aside the branches, and his half-length golden head was covered with a holy halo under the warm invitation of the moonlight. The person wearing slightly larger and worn clothes could not damage his half-sacred temperament in the slightest. If you resist the shock of the first glance and take a closer look, you will find that this is a perfect face, which is suitable for the appearance of a god who sits on the altar and looks down on all living beings. However, due to the young age of the owner, this face shows a little more green He is astringent, but that kind of holy and indifferent demeanor directly separates him from everything in the world at the first glance.

Muir tilted his head in doubt, walked over and sat on the ground, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Arthur asked if he didn't understand.

"Ah! What are you talking about? You, you're not dumb!" Chris snapped back to his senses and stammered.

"It's just that I don't want to talk about it." Muir said lightly. His time as the Holy Son was almost the whole of his life. Every time he came into contact with it, he said less and did more. Coupled with the sensitivity of the identity of the Holy See Son, he rarely It’s easy to say, and the waiters can understand what he means, and he doesn’t have much desire to communicate with anyone except Arthur, so his taciturn character has been developed in this way.The funny thing is that the outside world's evaluation of him has always been unpredictable.

Chris rolled his eyes in depression, and said in a bad mood: "Okay, okay, blame me, my name is Chris, thank you for saving your life! I can do one thing for you, but let's say it first, don't go too far !"

"Where are you going?" Muir has a bet with the demon god, and the first premise is to follow the first person you meet. Originally, he planned to go back to the Holy See blindfolded and be the first to see Ya. sour.

Who knew that he sensed the devilish energy from that water wolf, then this kind of wolf should belong to the devil wolf, it is the devil water wolf of the Nether Forest, and the characteristic of the devil water wolf is that it is more difficult to counterattack before dying. Fierce, based on Muir’s experience of passing the quarterly exam more than 20 times with an A, he pushed Chris down, but unfortunately found that the blindfold had fallen off, and Muir caught Chris off guard just like that... If you say that there are no demons and gods playing tricks here, only ghosts will believe you.

"Go...well...go...whatever." Chris said indifferently, anyway, he was full and the whole family was not hungry. He skinned and gutted the spare rabbit, and as if realizing something, he squinted at Miao Er, "what?"

"No, Panasa." Panasa is the nearest small town on the way to the Holy See.

Muir lowered his eyes, feeling very uneasy since he made that bet with the Demon God. No, maybe it was from the time when he stepped into the Nether Forest during the quarterly exam. Arthur did not teach such a situation, nor did the Holy Power A sign of recovery... What should it be... Great God of Light, please guide me, and may your glory walk with me.Muir looked at the mangled rabbit in a rare trance.

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