Law of the Devil

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Chapter 406 [unexpected harvest] (top)

Snow falls on humans for a short time, but at least he knows what "sissy white face” means.

As for the despicable word "* *", although the Elf King has not really seen it, it has been documented from the ancient legend that in the late part of the ancient Second Mythical War, the Elf defeated, leaving behind that tragic history of blood tears: because the Elves were born with a weak and handsome appearance, in the late stages of the war, both male and female Elves, once captured by humans, would become tragic objects, in that era, the elves captured would become expensive and rare slaves, bought back by the nobility of humankind to serve as exasperators of beasts * *. Besides, some of them prefer special human privileges, specializing in ravaging young, handsome male elves, and buying them back as male pets at high prices.

Even legend has it that this culture has been prevalent among human aristocrats for some time. Rise the price festival of Elf slaves on the market. It also brings a tragic fate to the Elf Clan.

This history of blood tears and humiliation, falling snow as Elven King, naturally read a long time ago.

So, even before the snow falls, the shameful word "* *” still deeply stimulates the Elf King's nerves!

Dewey noticeably felt the ambient air and the temperature dropped suddenly. Over the snowy face, as if covered in a layer of frost, the eyes flashed with silver from time to time.

At this moment, just lift your fingers, so seriously injured Jojo is definitely not the Elf King's opponent. Moreover, Dewey has clearly felt that the killing machine is really overflowing in the snow!

It's been so long...

Snowfall's eyes covered, JoJo Jo barely kept her head up, but felt that hidden pressure. This pressure from the top of the strength level made Jo Jo's back sweat, even as if hidden pressure made her feel like she couldn't lift her head. However, innate stubbornness and arrogance keep violent women stubbornly staring at the snow.

Just when Dewey thought snow was going to fall just to really do it - Dewey even stood in front of Jojo quietly, his hand had been quietly in his sleeve, and if King Pokémon was going to really do it right now, he would be ready to instantly pull out the "Arrow of Dorothy Throat Imprisonment" to make a hard spell on each other, even if it wasn't his opponent, and couldn't hold his hand.

But, who knows, the snowfall of the whole body kills both Duwei and Jojo, after sweating, came quickly and vanished suddenly.

All of a sudden, the kind of compression that covers the whole body loosens, and the two suddenly feel much easier to breathe. The frost on his snowy face cleared, but suddenly he pulled his mouth slightly and stared at Jojo twice. His tone was a bit odd: “Fine, you're fine. The Wizard of Humanity… You are the first person to really piss me off since I was born. Although at that moment I really wanted to kill you... but thank you for letting me see my weaknesses - obviously, my mental training is far from enough, so easily provoked. ”

Snowfall may seem like a laugh, but obviously his voice is still a little bitter and cold, obviously still suppressing anger, and Elf King looks at Dewey again: “Duke of Tulips, if you have finished resting, I suggest you take her with you before your lady companion pisses me off again! While I am willing to follow my own rules of the game, … you should also understand that there are times when everyone's anger is out of control. ”

Dewey nodded at the snow, then pulled up Jojo and left without looking back.

They went so far that they couldn't see the snow until they were far away, and Dewey felt like she was away from the horrible killing, loosening her back, about to talk, and suddenly she felt Jojo, who she was holding, sinking and already sat down soft.

And look at Jojo, this stubborn girl, pale in the face, sweaty on her forehead, her chest ups and downs.

Dewey sighed and hugged her hard, her body tightly against herself, softly: “Why? To fight for a breath. ”

“I... I just don't like watching him! Feel it in your heart!” Joe Joe's face is full of hate: “I've grown up so much, I haven't eaten this kind of loss! He got kicked out of his home camp and ran away! ”

"Dewey laughed." Oh? Never? So the last time we were on that deserted overseas island, it was pretty lame, too? ”

When JoJo heard it, he suddenly blushed and thought about it for a moment. When she raised her head, she looked at Dewey with hatred. Though she looked murderous, the soft voice betrayed her inner weakness: “Well... that time, though it felt very wolf... but every time I thought of the days after we had fallen to the deserted island, I felt that at that time, it was also... good. ”

At the end of the sentence, "Not bad”, Jojo said it as if she had exhausted all her strength. After that, almost all the redness on her face had spread to her neck. At this moment JoJo Jo's body was in Dewey's arms, his soft body, fluctuations and fluctuations, all sticking tightly to Dewey's chest, and seeing Jo Jo's face look so rare and shy, Dewey couldn't help but swing...

But then he sighed in his heart, his brain appeared like Vivian, and he couldn't help blaming himself: Alas, good end, I can't say anything, why mention the Arid Island thing...

After coughing, Dewey releases Jojo silently, holding her still, and tries to use a gentle tone: “Hmm... are you strong now? Can we go? ”

Joe Joe also put away his squeezy little look. After all, the two of them are not out of danger yet, took a deep breath, and took their faces seriously: “Can barely walk... but from the words of the dead shemale, even if we are now desperate to escape, he can easily catch up with us after only one day... He said that tracking the fluctuations of magic elements in the air, I think carefully, if it weren't for the dead shemale bragging, then his magic sensibility would be amazing. ”

“Well... elf people, nature is a little stronger than us humans. Not to mention he's Elf King.” Dewey is also in bitter thoughts: “And this magic mark is also a headache, how can you think of a way...”

After a while, Dewey suddenly looked like he was moving: "Perhaps you can try this. ”

Thereafter, Dewey identified a direction, pulled Jojo, and the two flew towards the far reaches of the Kilimaro Mountains...

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The next morning, after a hurry, even though Dewey was a great magician, he finally couldn't bear to go on and on for days.

Fortunately, the destination has arrived.

The two landed near the foot of the mountain. Around you, a mountain that stretches on, right in front of you, the mountains fluctuate and look far away, as if you can't see the end.

Between last night and now, we should be 300 miles out - Dewey thought about it. Looked around.

At this moment, the two of them have stood at the foot of the mountain of the Qi Mule Mountains, heading north, entering the natural barrier on all sides of the Roland mainland: the largest mountain range on the mainland, stretching thousands of miles across the Qi Mule Mountains from the northwest to the southwest!

Determined that it was now more than 300 miles from where it left off last night, outside the sensing range of the magic mark that snow had left on itself, Dewey immediately pulled Jojo and found a lower ground and sat down in a sheltered area.

“I'll see if I can find a way to fix this damn magic mark.” Dewey sighed: "There's still one day left before the snow sets off to find us. If you can't get rid of this damn magic mark, you can't. I need meditation, you come and watch the wind for me. ”

After that, Dewey had sat down seriously, closed her eyes, entered deep meditation, a strand of consciousness, and slowly flowed into her own conscious space.

The star magic he practiced was left behind by Aragon. The way he meditated was different from the magicians of mankind. For the exercise of spiritual strength, it was more unique than the magical civilization on the continent today.

So, Du Wei has been practicing for almost three years. Although the amount of magic is only a great magician, the degree of concentration of mental power... I'm afraid even three or four eight-level magicians can't compare to him!

Especially in terms of control over one's spiritual strength, which Dewey is proud of.

As soon as he entered meditation, he began a careful search of his consciousness space. Soon he discovered the magic mark that Elf King had placed on himself!

A faint purple light in his conscious space, though seemingly faint, Dewey obviously felt that the degree of concentration of his mental strength was only above himself!

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