Huai Shi: "…"
Yuan Yuan: "…"
Yuan Zhao: "…"
In the awkward silence, Yuan Zhao looked around, as if he had just woken up from a dream, not knowing what had happened.
"What's wrong?" He looked at Huai Shi blankly, "Why am I tied up? Why does my face hurt so much? Did someone beat me up? And, why is everyone looking at me? "
"Well … it's a long story."
Huai Shi looked away awkwardly, and then quietly kicked the broken figurine hidden behind him a little further away, "You were just eroded by the rotten dream, and then, in order to save you, everyone tried everything."
"… I have an impression of it."
Yuan Zhao's face was pale, "It was like a nightmare. I dreamed that a dark woman climbed up from the sea, like a ghost, and climbed into the Stellaris."
At that moment, Huai Shi felt a chill in his heart.
He heard Yuan Zhao's whisper, full of fear,
"She seemed to be, right next to me …"
The sharp sound of shattering rang out, one after another, accompanied by a sudden burst of shrill cries.
Countless light bulbs shattered in an instant, and darkness descended in an instant. But at that moment, the crooked wall behind Yuan Zhao suddenly outlined a ferocious shadow.
Just by looking at it, Huai Shi's eyes stung.
The appearance of just an afterimage caused countless passengers to scream in extreme fear and madness.
The distorted outline on the wall wriggled and disappeared in a flash, outlining a distorted figure riddled with holes, almost breaking out of the wall.
The wriggling limbs were only a hair's breadth away from the pale Yuan Zhao.
Just a little bit more, and it would be able to enter Yuan Zhao's body …
But now, following Yuan Zhao's awakening, the pendant hanging in front of his chest, the half tiger tally, suddenly let out a dignified roar. A solemn and cold shadow suddenly leaped out from it, bringing with it the smell of blood and smoke.
It was just like a divine dragon moving in the sky, biting cold and majestic.
The one-armed white-haired old man rode an old horse, without armor, and his right arm, exposed outside the sleeve, glowed like black iron, holding a halberd in his hand.
When he raised his eyes, there was a divine light like lightning.
As Tiger Tally roared, the halberd in his hand slashed down and swept across, drawing a line.
This line became Heaven Abyss.
A chilling aura flowed out from the tip of the halberd, brazenly clashing with the strange palm. Not only did the halberd push back the limb, it even left a terrible wound on it.
A wisp of darkness suddenly rose from Yuan Zhao's arm and dissipated with a shriek.
With a single strike, the connection between Yuan Zhao and Decaying Dream was forcefully severed!
The distorted shadows on the wall quickly dissipated and moved to other places.
Before his afterimage disappeared, the old man on the warhorse looked back and instructed Yuan Zhao, "You still lack experience, what are you panicking for? According to your cousin, your Sixth Uncle is already on his way to look for you. Xiao Yuan, take this. "
He swung his arm and threw the heavy halberd from thousands of miles away into Yuan Yuan's hand.
The pattern of Yazi instantly spread from the halberd and covered her hands, adding the divine power of the Stigmata Relic to her body.
At the last moment, he looked back at Huai Shi and grinned, "Kid, you're not bad. Come play at home later, bring your horse …"
The old horse carried him and quickly dissipated.
Huai Shi finally caught his breath. He lowered his voice and asked Yuan Zhao, "Who was that just now?"
"My second grandpa."
Yuan Zhao wiped the cold sweat on his face, "Eh? Why does my face hurt so much? "
"Maybe it's because you had a nightmare?"
Huai Shi looked at the faint red mark on his face, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "At that time, you seemed to have gone crazy. You threw your figurine on the ground and crushed it. You even slapped yourself and cried, saying, 'My cousins don't have this thing, only I have it. Now that a god-like Huai Shi has come, even Brother Huai Shi doesn't have it, it's probably not a good thing …"
"Huai Shi, are you lying to me?" Yuan Zhao's eyes were suspicious.
"I'm lying to you, but you don't believe me?"
Huai Shi stared at him in shock, "Otherwise, it's also possible that after you went crazy, you were beaten up by your cousin. After I broke your figurine, you were still crying for your wife and shouting for your cousin to save me in front of your cousin!"
He asked, "Which one do you want to believe?"
"…"
Yuan Zhao, who suffered another tragic social death after the incident with "Manure Forking", fell into a daze.
He gave up thinking.
Seeing his little brother sunk, Huai Shi nodded with satisfaction. He pulled down the Rope of Sorrow, put it away, and nodded to Yuan Yuan to say goodbye.
"Are, are you leaving so soon?"
Yuan Yuan was at a loss, not knowing where he was going.
"After all, I still have work to do … I have to work overtime if I can't finish it, right?"
Huai Shi looked around, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, "You didn't shoot the part just now, right? The part where … your wife is awesome … "
Yuan Yuan subconsciously glanced at his pocket, then suddenly shook his head.
He didn't know if he really didn't shoot it.
Huai Shi always felt that once it was leaked, his career as an idol would definitely usher in death. However, he didn't care much about this, so it wouldn't be a pity even if he died.
However, it was too embarrassing to post it on the Internet, so he had to ask.
After getting Yuan Yuan's guarantee, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.
Anyway, there would be a team of cast iron soldiers here to maintain order. They had a weapon that made Huai Shi's heart skip a beat, so they would be able to protect themselves if anything happened.
Now, he was more and more worried about Ai Qing.
At this time, shouldn't that woman be arrogantly giving orders? Where did she go now? Don't tell me something really happened to him …
She didn't even send him a text message or call him back.
Was she so eager to be his slave in her next life that she didn't even want to look at him in this life?
Suppressing the faint anxiety and unhappiness, he ran down the corridor.
He heard a roar coming from above again.
The whole Stellaris suddenly shook violently.
Before Huai Shi could react, the dome above suddenly shattered, and a seriously injured Sublimator smashed down, landing in front of Huai Shi's feet.
Huai Shi almost stepped on his horse's face.
"Damn, why are you here?" He lowered his head and stared at Tony in front of him in astonishment.
After the horse's face, a lot of blood flowed out.
Tony coughed violently and sighed helplessly. "It's a long story …"
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Two minutes ago, on the upper level of the Stellaris, violent tremors continued to spread.
The evil dragon roared, and scarlet flames swept across, instantly melting the tottering carriages into sticky juice. What was more threatening was the dancing law of thermodynamics in Andrea's hands.
Once the knowledge of a scholar was transformed by the tool of the Stigmata, the destructive power it displayed would be beyond imagination.
Even Sublimators couldn't reach it.
But at this moment, as countless bat shadows rose with a bang, the flames were extinguished in an instant.
Morando's strength once again skyrocketed!
The Decaying Dream's illusory vortex suddenly appeared, and a shadow slowly crept out, wrapping around Morando's body like a sticky limb. It continuously poured the miraculous power of the Decaying Dream into him.
Immediately afterwards, a second shadow, a third shadow … … Morando's strength once again skyrocketed.
However, his expression was filled with anger. There was no joy in it at all!
This could only prove one thing — — that the substitute he had prepared in advance had broken free!
Now, the Queen of Decaying Dreams' power had chosen him.
Perhaps there wouldn't be any problems in the short term, but in reality, this wasn't a gift from the Decaying Dream. In fact … … this was the last bit of generosity before the dove took over the magpie's nest.
Very quickly, as the nightmare in his body grew, his soul would quickly dissolve into the most basic Origin Substance in the depths of the Decaying Dream.
After fusing with the Queen of Decaying Dreams' power, it would be reforged.
At that time, he would still have Morando's body and soul, but he would probably no longer be the current him.
Instead, he would be the temporary host of the Queen of Decaying Dreams, the embodiment of the ruler in the human world.
It was impossible to use human logic and common sense to understand the ruler in the depths of the Abyss. At the same time, the ruler of the Primal Chaos wouldn't be able to understand humans, who were as insignificant as dust.
They themselves were a kind of symbol, a kind of phenomenon, a kind of essence condensed from the Abyss.
And when this essence began to descend and descend, attempting to enter the narrow world that belonged to humans, it would inevitably lower its own dimension and undergo a transformation.
It would appear as a human.
At that time, Morando's body would become the Queen of Decaying Dreams' temporary body.
And his soul would become the narrow vessel that the Queen of Decaying Dreams would appear in when she descended into the mortal world.
Morando's will would become the tool that the Queen of Decaying Dreams used to express her will. It was a Chinese language room in the field of philosophy, a black box translation machine.
It was responsible for conveying the words and wishes of the ruler to the mortal world.
It was a consumable.
But wasn't this the role of the Priestess of the Fine Night Guild?
Offering everything to the gods was a matter of course. To any Priestess, this was a supreme honor.
However, Morando had other thoughts about this … …
For this reason, he didn't hesitate to cooperate with the Golden Dawn, plotting a betrayal and abandoning his dying god.
But now, this curse known as the Gift had once again entangled his body, causing his limbs to rapidly mutate.
Just as he began to panic, an elegant silhouette leisurely emerged from the countless collapsed carriages.
The cane fell.
Mathers raised his top hat and lowered his head to look at Morando's miserable appearance.
"Do you need my help?" He raised his palm. "I only need a little … a negligible price … …"
Morando's expression twisted for a moment.
He stared at the hand that Mathers had extended.
The Hand of Redemption.
He gritted his teeth and grasped it.
In that instant, the corners of Mathers's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile. "Deal!"
A tragic hiss rang out and burst forth.
At this moment, Morando let out a loud roar. A terrifying shockwave rose from his body and spread out. Countless sharp tentacles grew out of his mutated blood and crazily clawed at everything around him, tearing everything that dared to come close to him into pieces.
He disintegrated in an instant and reassembled in an instant.
He was reborn.
On his forehead, a rune of a closed eye slowly appeared.
And a huge nightmare spewed out from his cracked back, turning into a viscous and dark fountain. The dark torrent spasmed crazily on the ground.
A dream of decay.
After losing the last support, the essence of the ruler could no longer appear in a form that ordinary people could understand. Instead, it began to expand rapidly, forming a furious dark fog. It spread and raged on the Stellaris.
He had descended here.
However, there were no more believers who worshipped him, and there were no more dreams that could accommodate him.
The dream of decay wandered painfully on the Stellaris.
It walked towards madness.
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