Monarch of Evernight

Zhang 205 Killer's Hand

“Why can't you eat it?” The girl is a little confused.

"It's obviously been attacked here, and it's new, and it's a good opportunity to do it," said Anwen. Unfortunately, there are too many indigenous people in this castle, too powerful, and I'm afraid the two of us are going in. I don't know who attacked them. If they were Empire people, I'm afraid they'd become indigenous food. ”

Blank and unanswered, he stared at a group of indigenous people who had walked out of the fort, suddenly jumped off the treetops and lay low, sneaking up like a cat. Anwen couldn't hold her back, she couldn't help but keep up, lest she fought alone.

Girls silently and silently approached the Aboriginal team and suddenly jumped and jumped on the last Aboriginal fighter!

Anwen didn't expect the young girl to attack so recklessly that she was ready to take over as soon as she was long enough to be in shock. Then the indigenous fighter was blank and there was no resistance, and the soft one fell down and stopped moving.

What is even more rare is that the entire process has only a slight rubbing sound, without any vibration, and the indigenous fighters in front have no idea.

Once the indigenous fighter had fallen, the girl jumped again and jumped on a previous indigenous fighter. As just now, when indigenous fighters touch a young girl, they immediately feel soft and unable to land. The teenage girl was like a predatory leopard, one after the other, pouring at the indigenous people, and in the blink of an eye, she dropped seven or eight indigenous fighters, staring at Anwen.

The two four-armed fighters at the forefront finally felt something wrong, as if they were suddenly quiet behind them. At the same time, they turned around, and one of the sights was filled with the figure of a teenage girl jumping out of the sky. Before they could react, the whole head was hugged by a teenage girl.

He has no exceptions, but compared to ordinary fighters, he still has the leeway to swing his arms and legs. But the girl held his head in her arms when she died, so she wouldn't let go. Strangely enough, the four-armed fighter waved his fist and kicked his leg, barely hitting a teenage girl.

Another four-armed soldier pulled out his knife, screamed, was about to do it, and suddenly a bright red light swept past her and her head took off, throwing it halfway up high.

The head of the four-armed woman saw Anwen in the sky, her eyes lit up and her mouth sprayed with white mist.

Anwenden was surprised. Never thought a four-armed woman would have only one head left, but she could still spray the fog on the enemy. He knew that the fog was strong, and when the sword turned in his hand, it was another blade of light, circling all the fog in it. The bright red sword looks bright and actually has a very strong ability to burn and corrode, burning all the white mist in an instant.

Anwen was relieved, with two meters of sword slanted to the ground and an invincible sword gesture. But he didn't feel right, and the long sword in his hand instantly disappeared, replacing it with the thin sword that the girl had given him. Anwen was originally tall and handsome, and he had such a thin toothpick sword in his hand that he looked like a little girl between his eyes.

That's when the girl climbed up from the four-armed warrior. The four-armed warrior could not see any wounds all over his body. His eyes were blind and his hands and feet were still waving instinctively. But Anwen found that the four-armed warrior was actually dead, but his vitality was too strong, and even though his consciousness was gone, his body instinctively squandered its final energy.

The girl glanced at the body of the four-armed woman and said to Anwen: "Thank you. ”

Anwen didn't expect the young girl to thank her. "What can I thank you for? We're friends now. Friends are supposed to help each other, aren't they? ”

“Friends?” The girl shook her head, "a lot of people said and I was friends, and they all wanted to do it behind my back. ”

“Of course I'm not like them! ”

“What's different? ”

Anwen couldn't say. He wanted to say, as his own demonic master, how could he do such a thing? Besides, there are few people in the world who can be considered friends by his Anwen. Once you have it, cherish it. Finally, who can get his Anwen approval, how can it be worse?

This string of principles, to be very detailed, can be said for half a day. It's just that the teenage girl is a little confused, doesn't have any concept of class hierarchy, and doesn't have any feelings about the identity of the Young Master of Anwen Demons.

She ran to the Great Whirlpool Channel and invited Anwen to kill her into the tunnel with her. She had no idea that the Demonic Giant Flame was the one guarding the tunnel, nor did she notice that the three tribes of the defensive tunnel were headed by the Demon.

In the eyes of adolescent girls, the world at the other end of the corridor has great opportunities and must go. And this opportunity, she would share with Anwen, and that's why she wanted to go into the swirl together.

It sounds ridiculous, but Anwen is touched. This means acknowledging him personally, independently of his identity.

Over the past few years, Anwen has been surrounded by many followers, who have long lost sight of who came for him and who follow only the identity of the devil's young master. Until then, it doesn't matter. Whatever the purpose, just be willing to work for him and make sure you're loyal.

It can be said that the young girl was the first person Anwen met who completely ignored his identity.

So Anwen wanted to keep this rare, simple relationship, not to reason with the girl. He had a selfish hope that the best girl would never know exactly what the devil's master meant.

But at the moment, it is not possible to answer the questions of young girls without saying so. Anwen thought for half a day and said, "Anyway, I'm not the same person you used to know. ”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Anwen raised her head in vain and did not notice that the teenage girl seemed to be thinking of someone so much that she was a little out of her mind.

He took the sword and inspected the bodies of the indigenous people in situ. He was curious how the teenage girls killed these indigenous people.

The four indigenous arms had several fine rounded holes in the back of their brains and the top of their heads, apparently fatally wounded. Anwen pulled out the knife and sliced the layers of the four-armed warrior's body. This aspect involves looking at the physical structure of the four-armed indigenous peoples in order to detect their fatal harm. On the other hand, Anwen also wanted to see how these indigenous girls were killed.

When the young girl saw her, she also gathered together and watched silently.

Anwen's hands were extremely agile, and the knife was like a flying elf, peeling off the layers of the flesh and muscles, exposing the secrets of the four-armed man.

The more you look, the more surprised you are in Anwen's mind. The girl leaves several rounded holes in the head and neck of her four arms that penetrate into the bone marrow. The hole in the back of the neck directly penetrates the vertebra.

Unlike ethnic groups and demons, the cervical vertebrae of the quadruplegic are full of large and small bone spurs, some protruding in vitro and some buried beneath the flesh. These bone spurs are obviously meant to protect the vertebral body, and the circular foramen left behind by the teenage girl runs right between the two bone spurs, hitting the vertebrae, and severing the inner nerves.

Anwen knocked on the vertebrae with a knife, making a sound of gold iron. Once again, he did not expect it, leaving only a half-fingered mark on the vertebrae, far from chopping off the crude vertebrae at the bowl's mouth. The hardness of the four-armed human skeleton is staggering, even stronger than the demonic iron.

After examining the vertebrae, Anwen suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some tiny holes at the end of some long bone spurs. He read his mind, worked his magic, pulled hard on his hand, and broke a long bone. Sure enough, the bone spurs are hollow inside and at the bottom of the hole, there is a drop of milky white fluid.

As soon as he saw this drop of white liquid, Anwen instantly felt tight all over his body. That's his dangerous instinct alert. Not only is this drop of white liquid poisonous, but it's also a strange poison that kills Anwen!

Even as a demonic master, Anwen was in a cold sweat. If he had a big hand, not a weapon, but a bare fist to clean up the indigenous people, it would not have been possible to injure them under these extremely shady bone pricks. The poison in the bone spurs, but even he can feel the thorn.

But how does a teenage girl know the bone spurs of a four-armed man, thus avoiding danger?

Anwen turned around and asked, "What did you kill him with? ”

What he did not expect was that the girl reached out with her own hands.

“Uh, well, okay.” Anwen continued to examine the body and was reluctant to associate the white and childish hands with the murder weapon.

Bones are similarly visible in several finger holes in the head of a four-armed person, and in its skull you can see a thin crack in a circle. Apparently, the teenage girl plugged her finger into the skull, but the damage caused was not insignificant, and the diffusion of power caused dizziness and disintegrated the resistance of the four-armed fighters.

The struggle of the four-armed fighters seems to be in disarray after being overthrown by a teenage girl, which is one of the reasons.

Anwen also examined the bodies of several men with arms, essentially a fatal blow to the back of the neck. Adolescent girls directly cut off their ability to control their bodies in order to hunt silently and indiscriminately. It wasn't until I met a four-armed male fighter with a higher level of vitality.

Just how does a teenage girl know so precisely the body structure and weaknesses of a four-armed man? She clearly entered the swirl for the first time. Is that a gift?

There's nothing special about both arms and four-armed people. The young girl picked up the chopper of a four-armed male samurai and looked at it, contrasting it with her spider demon forearm chopper and throwing it back on the ground.

Anwen looked at the chopper and sighed. Actually, the chopper is of a pretty good grade, and outside of the Great Vortex, it can be at least comparable to a seven-stage weapon. It is also the weapon of a common four-armed male fighter. In this area, there are treasures everywhere, even if you cut a tree, that can create the core structure of a floating warship.

It's just that he carries a very limited amount of space equipment, not to mention wooden stones, not even a lot of precious white fruit wine. There's nowhere else in the space but a long sword, a protective treasure and magic potion, and a three- or four-cylinder of wine.

After cleaning up this group of hunting indigenous people, the teenage girl looked at the stone fort again. Anwen shocked, "We can't swallow it! ”

“There's good stuff in there. ”

“I know there is, but there is no way, there are too many enemies in there. ”

“Kill a little. ”

“It's too dangerous. Especially the white fog of a four-armed woman, once sprayed, is very troublesome. ”

“'I'm not afraid,' said the young lady. ”

Anwen smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid. ”