I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Otherwise, he will never reach out to change the orientation of "flowers", and stop "flowers" to continue to devour the desire.

Suppose "Flower" really eats all the desires in his heart.

A person who completely lost desires, can you call it?

He may not want to eat, don't want to breathe, don't want to live, become a real plant, an empty shell, more terrible than death.

But now he has chosen the followers of the owner of the bookstore, naturally from the fate of this "flower" fertilizer.

Akman looked at the rose, although it was still greedy, but did not make him danger, the body did not become stiff, knew that he was temporarily, it should be recognized.

When he was relieved in his heart, the owner of the bookstore founded the book.

"This book is very suitable for you now, I believe that you can find a new way to realize your own will, and no longer have been used as a tool to use, lose dignity, and have not received it."

The laughter of the book owner is in this dark light, and the strange and beautiful rose next to it, with a mysterious mystery.

Akman took the book with an exciting mood.

He lowered his head, and he saw the name written on the cover by the dim light.

"Virtual Festival".

Void ... sacrifice?

Akman could not help but autonomously read it again, and then he was called the inexplicable call. He felt that his book was full of singular magic, and the ear came from inexplicably whisper.

The hands are not controlled, and the book page is trembled.

" ..."

The book page is quickly turned away, no wind is automatically, presentation in front of the page.

061 None of this sale (below)

Akman 's eyes were immediately attracted, he fixedly looked at the books in his hand, the look gradually, and the confidence took the residual shadow of the book page, and gradually lost in a certain illusion. Among the world.

Just like a door opened, it is like Zhu Whaw like Zhu Yuan, but people can't help but want to explore the unknown in the dark ...

It is an ancient death, or is the empty space.

There are countless horrible and horrible horrible slices in front of you, switched between illusion and reality.

Akman's head pain, slamming from the chest, but it is unclear that he looks at the book in the bookstore, or has passed through the darkness.

He is very familiar with this feeling, and he has been tortured by the illusion brought by the animal.

But this time is different.

Akman clearly felt that he seems to be "chisel", accompanied by pain, a passage formed in his body.

One end is him, the other end, it is that unregistered void.

At the end of this unbearable expanded universe, those unknown gods have a huge body, twisted together, forming a mixed, slightly greedying, a pair of eyes look at him.

"!"

The book page is fully flipped in a short moment.

Akman suddenly returned to God, and the illusion was all disappeared.

He feels that he just seems to have seen countless contaminated taboos, and it seems to have seen a blank book.

Only the channel connected to the void still exists, clearly and feel.

"New way ..."

Akman is shaking, muttering.

Lin Jing nods: "Yes, if you really want to choose this road, speculative, it is also a necessary skill, if there is no sale, who is not happy? This is a person who has arrived at the end of the road. Give gifts, master, you will be much easier. "

Akman closed his eyes and felt that you can open the void passage at any time. He has a little understanding.

He knows that he has been paying attention to some existence.

As long as he gives him a suitable tribute to He, he will give back something he needs, of course, this is also a mood.

This is indeed speculative, and ... it is a big sale.

Lin Jindian Heart: "However, if you only know how to take it, there is no way to succeed, this will be a long journey, you need itself, whether it is the soul or other aspect, like you, is sure No ... I hope to see you again, you can get what you want. "

Akmank has made his own vose: "I am shooting your teachings, I understand what to do."

He has not known what kind of language to describe the power of the book owner in front of him.

Those existence in the void, finally he can feel the power of too much fluctuations.

There is no doubt ... God is clear.

It is enough to cause a disaster in a single bell in He.

However, the attitude of the owner of the bookstore is only a topping, just "people who arrive at the end of the road".

He believes that he is lucky, can be such a chess piece, the road in front must be a lot more exciting than before.

Lin Jie looked at the face of his determination before leaving the guest, and looked at his own account, nodded, showing a gratified smile.

Another comment on the confused people in the guidance of Teacher Lin

Life should so positive energy.

062 Bloodflowers (on)

Season woven is covered with a book page under the light.

The lace light is shrouded with a bright but not glare, illuminated many books and sheepskin rolls on the table, a small vase inserted with daisies, an ink bottle shelved with a feather pen, a copper A fragrance box of jewelry, a pair of glasses.

It is very quiet around, almost only left the sand of the book page.

Of course, with her current hearing, I can easily listen to the two-down the number of battles and heartbeats, but it is not necessary to expand the hearing to this point, and it is also a torture.

Because of the more and more powerful strength, she has approached a peak-made hormonia for the control of their own body.

If she is willing, she can even control the degree of contraction of any pores on the skin.

The most important point is that she finally thoroughly thoroughly thoroughly thorns the blood of the blood in the body.