Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Jiang Chi had a very strange dream in a daze in his sleep.

He dreamed of the time when he had just parted from Father Ilya.

The boy in the empty priest's robe sat astride the ladder, trying to stretch his arms to reach the notes hidden on the top shelf of the bookshelf.Brilliant sunlight fell from the flower windows of the dome, bordering the pink and white calf exposed under the jet-black dress with a circle of bright light, and the bare feet swayed freely.

Father Ilya stood below and supported Jiang Chi on the ladder, his silver moon-like pupils stared inexplicably at the boy's side face that was almost buried in the sunlight.

Jiang Chi's feet were beautiful, with round, pearl-like toes curled up slightly, and the soles of the feet were pink.

I really want to reach out to measure whether the sole of his foot is just the length of a hand.

The bud-like pink fingertips touched the gilded spine of the book, and Jiang Chi heard himself in that time and space ask without thinking: "Ilya, will we meet again?"

Perhaps it was because in the dream, the always indifferent young priest had softer brows and eyes, and when he stared at the boy's precarious figure, there was a slight smile in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he said, "Of course I will."

"We met in the dark, and we will meet again in the dark."

Jiang Chi opened his eyes abruptly.

He remembered that after Elijah finished saying this, he repeatedly fell down from the climbing ladder as if he was weightless.

Then she fell into the arms of Police Officer Bright wearing the dress that was stained with a large amount of dried blood.

In a blink of an eye, he was horrified to find that he was under a sky that was reddened by fire. The blonde girl was tied to a high platform, and her golden-green eyes after tears had dried up looked at the audience distorted by anger indifferently. People with five senses.

She is so young, but when she looks at the people in the audience, she looks contemptuous and disdainful.

This also aroused the anger of the irrational people even more.

"She's a witch! Kill her! Kill her!"

"Sooner or later she's going to kill us all!"

Jiang Chi subconsciously wanted to call Annie's name, but the soaring flames engulfed the girl's small body in an instant.

"Brother, can you give me a kiss?" The girl under the juniper tree held the teddy bear nervously and looked at the boy expectantly.

The boy hesitated for a long time under the moonlight, and finally kissed the girl's forehead cautiously.

A pure good night kiss from a loving brother.

Like a feather, but also like the moon.

"She's free." The man's soft voice was like a feather touching the young man's ears, "She just wants someone who can really like her."

"Who are you?" Jiang Chi was in a panic. He thought the man's voice was familiar, but he couldn't figure out who this man was.

There was a dark corridor in front of his eyes, and Jiang Chi felt a strange force pushing himself forward. He staggered and leaned on the wall, his voice trembling weakly: "Brett? Ilya ?where are you?"

"Is there anyone who can save me?"

Jiang Chi couldn't lift his legs at all, and fell limp to the ground after running for a long time.

"System? Xiao Qi? Are you there?" The empty silence that received no response no matter how much he shouted made him panic.Jiang Chi's eyes had already gathered a layer of water, and the tip of his nose and cheeks were filled with a sad crimson color.

"The host is here." The voice of Gujing Wubo in the system felt particularly safe at this moment, "There is something wrong with the cup of tea you drank in the afternoon."

Tea?Jiang Chi thought of the black tea that he had barely dipped his lips in the afternoon, and felt aggrieved thinking that he hadn't had anything to drink, so he just pretended not to be tricked.

That toy dealer is really not a good person.

I just don't know what he did to drug himself.Jiang Chi thought angrily.

"The problem should be on that teacup. There are hallucinogenic drugs on the edge of the cup." The system displayed its assortment of small commodity cabinets, and said in the tone of a passionate gold salesperson, "You can choose to exchange [-] points for a bottle Antidote, this bottle of medicine can eliminate the effects of all drugs that players encounter in the game except for the lethal poison, and it only costs [-] points, which is really a bargain."

Five hundred, might as well grab it.

But at this time, there was no time to feel sorry for his points, Jiang Chi was willing to agree to anything the system said.

After exchanging for the antidote and confirming taking it, the young man felt a chill on his forehead, and the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated.

After he could see the environment he was in clearly, Jiang Chi couldn't help being stunned.

Numerous statues of angels were staring blankly at the young man in the center of the hall, but Jiang Chi felt a strange gaze from the inorganic eyes that were clearly carved out, as if... the statue had come to life.

Bright brass chandelier wall lights are lit everywhere, and a huge crystal lamp from the Middle East hangs from the zenith. The exquisitely cut multi-faceted crystal reflects a dazzling scene.

Angels are everywhere.

Sitting, standing, holding water bottles, fighting with each other...

Statues, murals, simulation toys...

Wait...a simulation toy?

Jiang Chi looked hesitantly at the black iron cage in the corner. Inside was an angel shrunken into a motionless ball bound with iron chains. It should be made of rubber or something. It looked like it from a distance. is a living angel.The feathers on the wings were smooth and brilliant, and there was a small piece of fallen white feathers piled up on the bottom of the iron cage, as if they were imprisoned in the iron cage by human violence.

Why create such a weird angel statue?

Emerson is a toy manufacturer. Even if he wants to make angel toys, they should be cute and soft images that children like, instead of making people feel a faint sense of discomfort when they look at them like this.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chi walked cautiously towards the iron cage.

The tall angel statues looked down at this little uninvited guest with pity eyes.The eyes were obviously made of plaster, but Jiang Chi always felt that there were human eyes hidden behind the hairs.

Tick, tick.

A round clock like a huge eyeball hung on the wall silently counting the minutes and seconds.

The strong sense of uneasiness was like a sharp needle, piercing deeply into Jiang Chi's heart, and then magnified the discomfort.

So wrong.

Are there really angels in this world?

Jiang Chi was in a daze, always feeling that he was going to be brainwashed.

The boy's footsteps finally stopped in front of the iron cage.

Brilliant lights illuminate every corner of the entire hall at a glance.The angel that didn't breathe quietly curled up in the iron cage, with blue and red welts intertwined on its bare back, and its wings were almost folded back forcibly and hung on the top of the iron cage.

After the boy saw the angel's face clearly, his pupils dilated instantly.

What a good rubber material, this is a person at all!

A handsome young man who should have a wonderful life!

This man is now curled up naked in an iron cage, his smooth back is covered with criss-crossed blue and red welts, and there is hardly a piece of intact flesh. His wings were actually sewed on abruptly with needles and threads.The delicate stitches pierced through the flesh and left dark red blood scabs. It is hard to imagine how terrible the pain this poor young man endured when he was stitched on the wings bit by bit.

The young man seemed to have lost his breath, his originally clear blue eyes had dimmed and clouded, and his skin was covered with a kind of gray that had been dead for a long time.

Those dead eyes stared at Jiang Chi for a moment of wailing.

Jiang Chi opened his mouth, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead involuntarily.

He felt it was difficult to breathe, and the corners of his eyes were dyed a panicked red.

He seemed to know why he was here.He remembered what he had seen in Father Ilya's notebook. There was a time when beautiful young men and women often disappeared in the small town.

The people who couldn't find any trace finally attributed the reason for their disappearance to the night devil who couldn't be caught for a long time.

"I didn't expect the effect of the medicine to wear off so quickly." The man's greasy, nauseating voice sounded unexpectedly behind him, Jiang Chi came back to his senses abruptly, his heel slammed into the iron cage in a panic and made a loud clang, A piece of icy white feather floated up from the pair of huge wings, and landed lightly on Jiang Chi's feet.

"Mr. Emerson," Jiang Chi forcibly held back the faint nausea in his throat, and forced himself to calm down, "What do you mean?"

The lame man on crutches showed his crazy collection in front of the young man without hesitation. He even looked like a gentle and polite master. He took a step back and gave Jiang Chi a ridiculous gentlemanly salute: "I thought you You can tell, I'm a... angel collector, or you could call me an angel maker."

Pooh!He's obviously just a bastard who takes human life as a joke!

Jiang Chi was about to spit out the overnight meal.

"No, no, kid, don't look at me with that look, I'm the one who gave them eternal life!" Emerson's crutch made a crisp, shocking sound as it leaned on the marble floor. A frenzied smile twisted on the kindly face, "I let them get rid of their troubles, get rid of their secular sex, and usher in a brand new eternal life!"

"If you were so kind, there wouldn't be such a thing." Jiang Chi kicked out a pair of torn leather handcuffs. He quietly pressed his back against the wall, trying to find a sense of security for himself, while talking with The pervert insisted, "You guys kidnap innocent people, and even stole the name of Night Demon, just to satisfy your disgusting and despicable desires."

Jiang Chi had never used such harsh words to scold anyone before, and when facing the toy dealer, he just regretted that he hadn't learned more swear words.

There was a solemn cold wind passing over his feet, Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the wall must lead to the outside of the mansion.It's just that there seems to be no way to call for help based on this alone.

Even if you call for help, people outside may not be able to save you.

Jiang Chi was now at a loss.

"Don't say that." The toy dealer had an artificially sad look on his face. "You're different from them, baby."

——Fuck, although I know this is a plot, but seeing this dead old man calling Xiao Chi baby makes me feel disgusted!I spit it out first.

——Who do you say you are, and you can also call the word baby?

——I can't bear it anymore. When will this old man die?

— Wife!My poor lovely wife is suffering!

——Old man, are you okay? Eat more plums if you’re okay.

Jiang Chi felt a chill when he heard this name, and his skin felt like goose bumps were about to fall off.

I just hate that he didn't learn the fox's spell seriously when he was a child, and he didn't seem to learn any offensive spells except hypnosis.

Damn it!

The young man tried his best not to cry out in embarrassment at this critical juncture. The toy dealer over there didn't care about Jiang Chi's bright disgust at all, and was still daydreaming to himself: "Although you have an oriental face, but You are beautiful enough to make God forgive you, you will be the most perfect angel."

The flames in the exaggerated chandelier flickered, whether it was an illusion or reality, the silent tall angels slowly shed scarlet thick tears of blood from their eyes.

"Crackling"

Beads of blood rolled to the angel's feet.

The toy dealer did not find out.

Jiang Chi felt that his ominous guess had come true.

Before these angel statues were poured, there were living people inside.

His body, which was rated as nearly disabled, lived up to expectations and shivered under the high-intensity panic. He gritted his teeth and looked at this pervert with all his strength: "Where's Brett? Those policemen Woolen cloth?"

"They? A group of bastards without faith, just as stupid! Now that they have inhaled high-strength hallucinogenic drugs, they may have regarded their colleagues as their most feared enemies, and they are fighting each other."

The toy dealer shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, then raised his two mustaches and walked towards Jiang Chi with a sinister smile. He held up a sharp silver knife in his hand, ready to pierce Jiang Chi's body at any time. Eyes: "Your blue eyes are beautiful, but they have seen too many unclean things, so they have to give up!"

Jiang Chi tried his best to back away, trying to dodge, but in a flash of inspiration, he suddenly called out Moran's name.

"Aren't you afraid of Moran?"

The toy dealer's hand paused.

What a conceited and arrogant character he is, he tramples on the heads of ordinary people for a long time, knocks their bones and sucks their marrow, and takes away their children casually if he wants to conduct experiments. His sense of superiority makes him unable to tolerate anyone Dare to threaten his status.

Jiang Chi saw his face froze for a moment, and immediately said: "Molan Wade, he will not let you go! I guess his mother's death must have something to do with you?"

The system that has been watching the stupid host solve the case was shocked: When did you know this kind of thing?

Jiang Chi looked at it secretly: I made it up, it's always been shown on TV.

System: ...It really hit the spot.

Is this the meaning that a fool must be blessed with a fool?

The toy dealer's face immediately showed a kind of embarrassment and anger: "It's just a test product, is he going to fight us for a woman?"

"I'm his elder!" The toy dealer grinned grinningly, "I heard that he is a night devil? Even if he is a real devil, there is no way to avoid all the traps and come to my collection. You will be my perfect little angel."

"What's more, he's wanted by the police right now? Hahaha, what's so scary about a stray dog? I'm just afraid that his death isn't ugly enough or fun enough!"

"You are his elder." Jiang Chi gasped and said softly, "But you forced his mother to death with your own hands? You used his mother as the first test product in order to create so-called angels, I'm not wrong Bar?"

Jiang Chi's IQ went online suddenly: "He has become like this, he must have seen you use his mother to conduct angel experiments, which eventually led to poor Mrs. Vader's suicide."

"And suicide has become the easiest way of death among these poor victims."

Jiang Chi felt a little sad for no reason, he seemed to be able to see through these words how the tortured and scarred woman lit a fire in despair, how she turned herself into a pool of ashes that could no longer speak.

A strand of black mist with a bone-piercing coolness wrapped around Jiang Chi's slender ankle very slowly.

However, neither of the two in the confrontation seemed to notice.

"That woman doesn't understand our beliefs, and she deserves her death." The toy dealer held up the sharp carving knife, and the sharpened knife surface reflected the man's face that had long been distorted like a ghost. "It doesn't matter. , I will make it less painful for you."

Jiang Chi was so frightened that he couldn't hold back his tears. His facial features were already very confusing. When he looked at the man sadly and anxiously, it was easy to make people feel sorry for him: "You are not afraid that Moran will come to you for revenge for me." ?"

"For you?" The toy dealer laughed, "Bad boy, I have checked your background, a stranger who came here from across the ocean, no one cares about your situation, right?"

"As for that Vader boy..." The toy dealer was almost sneering, "will he seek revenge on me for a little male whore?"

"A steel coin can send him away."

The toy dealer had a sinister expression on his face: "Okay, good boy, don't struggle anymore, if you annoy me again, I'll throw you into that iron cage, do you understand?"

Jiang Chi's legs were so weak that he couldn't walk at all, and he couldn't do anything except talk.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jiang Chi nervously shook his eyelashes out of afterimages, and started talking nonsense when he was about to die, "I'm his lover!"

——Hastily, although I know my wife is weak, but I didn’t expect her to be gone after the novice level, my heart hurts so much

——Can my wife live a few more levels? Help, help! I can’t stand it anymore.

—Anyone can do it, come and save my wife!

——I send four, whoever saves my wife will be my reborn parents

——Wait, don't any of you believe that your wife can explode by herself?What if he suddenly exploded and could punch a dead pervert?

……

……

——Who will save my wife! ! ! ! !

"Who are you trying to understand?" The man's elegant and deep cello-like voice suddenly resounded in the silent air, the indifferent light and shadow twisted slightly, and a pale and slender hand stretched out from the thick black mist to encircle it. The young man's thin and delicate shoulders.

Jiang Chi was slightly taken aback.

Almost in disbelief.

"Molan?"

"Long time no see, Xiaochi." The man murmured in a low voice, his soft lips brushed against the young man's sensitive ears, his voice was as low as a helpless sigh.

"What are you!" The toy dealer had never seen such a battle beyond the physical range, and his eyes almost fell out.Although he is madly obsessed with the so-called angels, in fact he is just using a sick excuse to satisfy his desires. He does not really believe in the so-called God at all, let alone believe that there are real demons in the world.

The man who hadn't really shown his face was shrouded in a thick black mist, and the man could only listen in horror to the soft and harmless voice again: "Me? I'm your old acquaintance, Uncle Emerson. "

The black mist slowly faded away, revealing the man's face that was so pale that there was almost no blood. He calmly embraced the stunned Jiang Chi, and after making sure that he was not injured, he coldly met the man whose hands were covered in blood. Cruel man: "I didn't hear clearly just now, tell me, what do you want to do to Xiao Chi?"

"No, what the hell are you! That Moran Wade has already..."

The man took the toy dealer's words slowly: "I've already rolled out of here in embarrassment, right?"

"Then Uncle Emerson can continue to hunt his prey with impunity in this place and make more, angels."

There was a tinge of sarcasm in Moran's voice.

"No, no, I have found the angel I want the most." Emerson seemed to be in a mental state, holding the carving knife that was flickering with cold light, but he was not frightened by this supernatural phenomenon, but continued Walking towards Jiang Chi, "My, my little angel."

The man's voice turned cold, "As I said, I hate it when people touch my things."

"Things are, so are lovers."

That pale and cold hand silently covered Jiang Chi's eyes, and his voice was as gentle as if coaxing his coquettish lover: "Little Chi, be good, don't look."

"This is the last one," he murmured with a sigh.

At some point, Annie, who was supposed to have left, stood beside the man quietly holding her little bear again.

Those round, cat-like eyes stared coolly at Emerson with deadly eyes.

Emerson no longer remembers the little girl killed by him more than ten years ago, but Anne has only been a human being for 11 years, and she has always remembered the faces of these people exactly in her mind.

If it wasn't for the damn man's casual remark that he wanted to send her to the manor, her parents and brothers wouldn't have thought of sending her to these beasts for a few gold coins.

If her parents and brothers had any love for her, she would not have picked up the bloody ax that evening.

"Look, the statue, come to life."

Annie pointed to the tall statues of angels that were placed in the house, and smiled a childlike innocence.

The witch's curse has always been effective.

It was too late for Emerson to discover that the angels were shedding tears of blood.

Limbs encased in plaster clacked horribly, and his proud collection was waking up in despair and howls.

There was a violent sound of iron chains being shaken in the iron cage.

With a clang, the chains that bound the wings snapped.

The angel opened his ashen eyes, and slowly showed a stiff smile at the man who made him.

A small dark eyeball floated from the plaster eye socket, staring sullenly at the man who had begun to abandon all noble images and cry and shout.

It's so ugly.

The statues rustled and laughed.

Have you ever seen a blood eagle?

This is a torture rumored to have been invented by the Scandinavians in the Middle Ages, and the victims are usually nobles or traitors.

The executioner personally dissected the flesh and blood of the victim's back, broke the ribs, and pulled out the lungs that were still breathing.

The bloody lung lobes are like two spread wings after being exposed to the body.

The tortured person maintained a tragic sobriety throughout the process, until he died of suffocation.

When Brett woke up his bruised and swollen colleagues who were wrestling with each other, and found Emerson's collection library along the unpleasant and strong smell of blood, Emerson was already dead.

When Officer Bright faced the distorted corpse, his first reaction was that it was a good thing Jiang was not here.

The toy dealer knelt on the ground humbly in a gesture of repentance, and the lung lobes were pulled out from the back alive together with the reflexed ribs to form the spread wings of the blood eagle.

There was blood splattered all over the floor from the toy dealer.

What's weird is that the white hands of the angel statues placed in the room have already been soaked in blood, and they show soft and bloody expressions under the brilliant lights, as if they are satisfied with the sacrificial offerings. death.

Dick Emerson, the founder of the Angel Club, has longed for an angel all his life, and in the end he might as well be one himself.

Jiang Chi did not witness Emerson being swallowed by the angel statue.

He blankly opened his eyes that were like the Milky Way, and was tightly embraced by Moran. The two sat on the roof, with the Emerson family's manor under their feet.

It was still late at night.

A round of cold full moon reveals the whole picture from the dark clouds, and the moonlight descends from the mid-heaven, casting a layer of gentle ripples in the young man's eyes.

"Is Emerson dead?" Jiang Chi asked softly.

The man was silent for a moment, and said "um".

He tightened his arms around the boy: "Are you afraid? I killed someone."

Jiang Chi was dumbfounded, not knowing why Moran said that.

"Why should I be afraid?" The little fox grew up stumbling in the deep mountains and old forests. Their fox clan has always pursued the idea of ​​revenge.

Grace may not be repaid, but enmity must be remembered even after 100 or 1000 years.

This golden sentence comes from Jiang Chi's senior who ascended early.

Jiang Chi has been influenced by this strange flower since he was a child. Although he was born with a soft temperament and easy to bully, at least he didn't grow up to be a little boring person who would only cry when he was bullied by villains.

At least he thinks so.

The little fox unceremoniously let his chin rest on the man's broad shoulders, the gentle moonlight made him drowsy, the boy blinked his long eyelashes, his voice was still humming, as if soaked in lingering The slippery moon: "I'm not afraid."

That toy dealer has done so many bad things and must pay for it.

Jiang Chi was really sleepy.

This drowsiness came very suddenly, he struggled hard, but in the end he couldn't beat the surging drowsiness, and closed his eyes heavily.

A man's voice seemed to be faintly heard, like a precious and careful confirmation: "Xiao Chi, is it true that you said that I am your lover?"

The humble one doesn't quite look like himself.

Jiang Chi thought in a daze.

But he didn't have the energy to answer him.

The slender young man was leaning sleepily on the man's shoulder, his head tilted suddenly, if it wasn't for Mo Lan's swift hand to support him, he would have fallen headfirst.

A delicate cross shining with silver light fell out of his white neck.

A pigeon's blood ruby ​​was inlaid at the sharpened bottom, which shone coldly in the dark night.

Jiang Chi dreamed that he was in a luxurious and magnificent manor.

The men gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and talking about something. Occasionally, someone's eyes would pass over where Jiang Chi was, and the boy would be so nervous that he would tighten his fingers.

But those people didn't seem to see the boy who suddenly appeared in the hall, they just turned their eyes back indifferently and continued to talk loudly.

Jiang Chi didn't know why he appeared here, he stood there for a while at a loss, and then found a familiar face.

It was a slightly younger Dick Emerson, who looked a little more perverted than when he was old, and was whispering something to some men he didn't know with a smirk.

A woman's sharp roar came from the attic not far from the hall.

"Vad! Vader!"

Her cry was so fierce that her throat was almost torn apart with the sound of these words.

"Come and save me!"

Jiang Chi was startled, and happened to turn around and meet a handsome boy with black eyes and black hair hiding in the corridor.

That boy looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, his eyebrows and eyes were not as gentle as they are now, but there was an inexplicable gloom in them, and when he met his gaze, he felt a dull pain like being stung by a bee.

This is Moran Wade in his youth.

Something seemed to be clear in Jiang Chi's mind immediately.

He turned his head and saw that Emerson was telling a group of beastly gentlemen who laughed at any joke.

Jiang Chi realized that these people were members of the Angel Club, and they were also the dead who died at the hands of the Night Demon ten years later.

"Are you an angel?"

The boy's voice was thin and soft at this time, and there was a hoarseness that hadn't been uttered for a long time in the clarity.

Jiang Chi was really a little ptsd about the word angel, he rubbed his goosebumps vigorously with his arms in his arms, and then turned around curiously.

Jiang Chi thought that he couldn't see himself like everyone else, and wanted to see who could make Moran say the word angel.

As a result, the silent boy with black hair and black eyes came out of the shadows, walked slowly to Jiang Chi, and asked again: "Are you here to save me?"

Jiang Chi was silent for a moment.

He couldn't save him at all.

The tragedy of Vader's family was doomed from the very beginning. Soon Moran's mother would set fire to commit suicide because she couldn't bear the torture. Moran would sacrifice himself to the devil in desperation, and finally killed his own man in human skin. monster father.

But facing a child younger than himself, Jiang Chi was a little speechless.

He reached out and touched Little Moran's head guiltily, and said softly, "Maybe."

"I don't like angels." The young man sat in the garden, staring at Jiang Chi with his head tilted. The bright red roses in the garden reflected a dazzling and attractive color on the profile of this beautiful oriental man.

"But if the angel were you, I would like it."

Jiang Chi squinted his eyes, his azure blue eyes showed a deep and mysterious sea blue under the strong pale sunlight, and the shimmering light and shadow flashed from under the thick eyelashes.

"is it?"

The young man tilted his head, staring at the young man who hadn't had time to do anything yet, his pink lips curled up, and two soft dimples protruded from his cheeks: "I hope."

Moran in the dream is not a talkative child. In fact, he has been a "dumb" child since he was a child. After all, such a good child is what his father likes the most.

But his silence could not save his mother.

The lovely and energetic beauty was tricked into the spider's lair by a beautifully packaged lie, and finally went mad and died in the small attic.

"My mother was locked up by them."

The young man held his face in his hands and told the stranger he was meeting for the first time. Perhaps it was the sparkling water in his eyes that confused him and made him think that Jiang Chi was a trustworthy person.

"They want to make an angel, and they can't find the material, so they have to trick my mother into making that, angel."

When the boy spoke, the sleeves on his wrists slipped off his arms, revealing many miserable welts.

Jiang Chi was startled, and subconsciously held the injured arm carefully, not knowing what to do.

"It doesn't matter." Moran's face showed a kind of maturity that did not belong to a teenager, "I tried to save my mother, but I still couldn't beat him."

"Is it that weak people just don't have the power to save anyone who wants to?"

The little fox is very stupid, he doesn't know how to comfort others, when he saw that Moran was in pain, he felt that he was in pain too, and gasped softly with teary eyes: "But it's not your fault."

He looked at the deep bone wounds in a panic, not knowing how a child could survive this kind of pain, even his voice was tense and dry, and he was a little frightened: "That's all them." fault, and sooner or later you will judge them for their past crimes."

The little fox seriously thought about what would happen if the fox was injured, and stammered, "You, close your eyes, I have something good for you."

At this time, Moran was very easy to deceive. Although he didn't know why he had to close his eyes when delivering something, he still closed his eyelids obediently.

An inexplicable, numb, slippery itchiness spread from his arms.

Moran froze.

He had never experienced this feeling before, the wound seemed to be healed in the liquid mixed with the fragrance of bone erosion, and the pain that had tortured him so much that he was dying was gradually fading away.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Moran slowly opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that the wound on his arm had gradually started to scab.

Jiang Chi put his hips on his hips, squinted his eyes and smiled, and the shreds of light almost overflowed from his eyes: "Perhaps you are right, I am here to save you."

The fire also started in the middle of the night.

By the time someone found out, the bruised woman had been trapped in the attic with no possibility of being rescued.

She was laughing with her arms folded, her long golden hair tangled into withered branches and leaves, and her pure white feathers turned to black ash in the distorted high-temperature air.

She burned down all the information about artificial angels in this club.

Serik Vader roared angrily while standing in the attic, and the woman stood in the attic and laughed to herself. The fireball annihilated everything, and all the materials were instantly wiped out.

Moran tried to rush into the attic to save his mother, but it was too late.

The burnt wooden structures fell in all directions, threatening to hit Moran at any time.

Jiang Chi could only stand on the side, anxious, trying to reach out to push away the hot wood and broken bricks that fell on the young man, but in the end he just passed through empty-handed again and again in embarrassment.

His existence is nothing more than an indifferent bystander, watching all these established tragedies happen.

Jiang Chi didn't know when he touched the cross on his neck, and he didn't know when the sharp bottom pierced his palm, and a drop of bright red blood dripped into the little pigeon blood ruby.

Moran knelt in the fire, watching his mother disintegrate into the flames.

A shattered wooden structure came crashing down, blocked by a warm embrace.

When the burning wood hit him, Jiang Chi was ready to be crushed, but miraculously, except for a dull pain, there was no severe pain as expected.

Jiang Chi was really scared and didn't care about Moran standing in front of him in the future, he found that his body was constantly becoming transparent.

Moran could only stare blankly at the elder brother who was as beautiful as a doll and said anxiously to him: "Live, and only by living can you avenge them."

"To survive."

The cross returned to Moran's hands.

He held the silver cross blankly, the mysterious and beautiful stranger gradually became transparent in the fire scene, and finally disappeared.

Moran's hand holding the cross was getting stronger and stronger, and the sharp edge of the gemstone cut a long and narrow wound in the palm of his hand. Almost the entire cross was soaked in hot blood.

He remembered talking to the young priest in church.

The priest gave him such a cross.

Now Jiang Chi gave it back to him.

When praying to God is ineffective, it is better to ask the devil to sacrifice power.

Revenge is mine, and I will repay.

"The Great Lord of Demons." Less