The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

How can she smell blood if she hasn't killed a monster yet?

The key is that this bloody smell is so fresh and so sweet.

Stimulatingly, the nucleus spins rapidly in her body, and a strong desire to eat springs to her mind.

The Night Spirit quickly put away the stinky meat and followed the smell of blood to find it.

Soon she was in a rock crevice and saw a bloody man.

Is this a human or a corpse?

Watching her chest undulate in front of her eyes, the woman whose clothes were completely stained with blood, the Night Spirit fell into contemplation.

Said she was alive, but she didn't even have half a demonic surge.

Said she was dead, but that beautiful face, still red, white and clean, bright and bright, made the Night Spirit this demon couldn't help but want to swallow.

Demonic aesthetics are usually different from spiritual cultivation.

They admire strength and strength more, while women prefer the magical, all-encompassing beauty of Shecky.

The so-called stunning beauty of spiritual cultivation.

In the opinion of the Demon race, it is all a small, oligopolistic and boring cabbage, pretending to be a posture, fake fairy fake purity, when you look at it, you lose your appetite.

Where their demonic desire to revere as much as their own is interesting.

Forgive me.

The Night Spirit can't help but admit that the woman in front of her is beautiful.

The beauty of mankind, the beauty of the devil, is stunning, and she forgets to breathe for a moment.

But astonishment was only a moment, and the Night Spirit immediately returned to God.

What good is that supposed to do?

Looks good. Can we eat?

Thin and tender meat can be eaten?

The night spirit's eyes revealed a glow of greed and longing, his tongue stretched out and he couldn't help licking his lips.

She's hungry for a long time.

This human girl doesn't know how to fall into the abyss.

But now that it's in front of her, it's her food.

Break her up into dozens and she'll be eating for half a month.

Green oil glittered in the eyes of the Night Spirit, his hands raised and he just heard a bang, and ten sharp black nails drilled out.

Low-order demons and demons are usually unarmed.

But for the Demons, their tough bodies are the best weapons.

The black nail gently extends to the teenage girl's white, slim neck and gently lines up.

The flesh is broken by the touch.

Makes the Night Spirit so excited, the whole person trembles even with excitement.

However, she did not wait until she had cut off the girl's head and drank some fresh blood.

I can feel the heat coming from my fingertips.

“Ahhhh -!! ”

Awesome screams spread across the valley.

The Night Spirit held his wrist and kept screaming on the ground.

Just now, sharp nails have been grown, hands that want to take human lives have disappeared.

Or live life is melted.

The Night Spirit is a natural monster.

Born on an ancient battlefield of unjust souls, filth, blood, and brutality.

It is unimaginable that ordinary spiritual cultivation can grow all the way from the lowest level, without the magic of God, to become demons capable of fighting in human form. The suffering experienced during this period is unimaginable.

But forgive me, but the Night Spirit can't stand it.

The pain she suffers at this moment is a hundred times stronger than the hardest she has ever experienced.

Not just her hands melted.

Even her nucleus seemed to be melted into a gap.

And she repaired, directly from the fifth order of the demon soldiers, to the third order of the demon soldiers.