I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

Chapter 100
"Hey, don't faint like a TV show, you haven't made it clear yet." Xiaoyu said anxiously, shaking the elf's body frantically.

What kind of bloody plot is this? If you die like this, how can you save people?Do you want to play reasoning?

"Xiaoyu, don't shake it, he's still alive." Unica directly pressed Xiaoyu's hands, for fear that she would shake the dying elf to death.

"Eh?" Xiaoyu was taken aback, watching the little elf whose eyes were getting confused subconsciously let go, and with a click, the little elf fell to the ground again and let out a weak groan.

"That. I've watched too many TV shows recently, sorry." Xiaoyu quickly apologized and then changed the subject mellowly: "What's the matter with Santa Claus you mentioned? And what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up, darkness is coming, it has swallowed the Christmas house, and the situation is critical now, grab my hand, and I will lead you there." The elf resisted the churning in his stomach, and stretched out his hand with difficulty.

Xiaoyu blinked, and the sound of helicopter propellers came from the sky. After more than an hour, Dad finally arrived.

Surprise flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes, and before she could speak, the elf's hand had already held her, and Xiaoyu disappeared in place in an instant.

The little eagle was stunned. It stretched out its paws and touched the place where Xiaoyu was. After confirming that the big owner had disappeared, it became anxious. Even the little white cat next to it ran around anxiously. It brought a little chaos to the field.

"Don't worry, it's okay, let's go and gather the tribe, and rescue her after our king comes out." Eunika is also very anxious, but now the main task of their cat people is to release the tortured king.

The little eagle ignored her. After turning for a while, it flapped its wings quickly and flew towards the direction where the sound of the propeller came from outside the passage.

Obviously, it didn't have time to wait for the supposed king to appear.

There was panic in Yunika's eyes. She picked up the little white cat on the ground, and ran after the little griffin, meowing continuously from her mouth.

The sound was so sharp that it even penetrated the rocks and spread wantonly throughout the city.

And some cat people who heard this voice also gathered quickly following the guidance of this voice, and they also made the same voice on the way here.

For a time, the entire city was filled with weird meowing.

"Xiaoying? Why are you here? Where's Xiaoyu?"

In the middle of the air, the old man on the helicopter asked, looking at the very anxious Griffin in front of him.

"Woo ~ 呖 ~"

The griffin, which can't speak, was very anxious. It was gesticulating with its four feet, and it kept making anxious calls.

"Father doesn't know Griffon language, please tell Xiaoyu to come out." The father obviously didn't understand what he was doing, and said in a puzzled tone.

The little griffin became even more anxious. It cast its sharp gaze to a figure below, and immediately swooped down. Before the cat people could react, it directly hugged Unica with its lion claws and instantly soared into the sky.

At this time, the father's gaze gradually became serious, as if he had already realized something.
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Christmas space.

This place has turned into ruins, and only the wreckage remains of the Christmas house. The elves fell in the ruins and groaned. A giant cyan snake surrounded them, with a black and gold figure on top of the snake's head, and the hunting cold wind. The wildly dancing snowflakes add a touch of cruelty and beauty to this scene?

Shen Zhao looked at the soul of Santa Claus in his hand and frowned a little. He clearly felt the power of hope, but why is there no such thing as Mao's soul?

"Where is the authority of hope?" Shen Zhao asked as he threw a large mass of justice in his left hand into the space of the monarch, his scarlet eyes fixed on the soul in his right hand.

Santa Claus looked at the elves rolling around on the ground, his eyes were full of worry, but he didn't answer Shen Zhao's words, and he didn't seem to be afraid of death.

"It's okay," Shen Zhao murmured and stretched out his hand, an elf exploded into blood mist and died tragically on the spot.

It was also at this moment that a trace of panic flashed in Santa Claus' eyes: "Wait, I said"

"No need." A faint smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and a small purple bag flew out of the pocket of his windbreaker, and opened in the sky.

At this time, all the elves present were attacked by darkness at the same time, and at this moment, Santa Claus let out a desperate roar: "Ah, that is the hope of the children, you can't take it away"

He wanted to die together with the demonic monarch in front of him, but the soul of the monarch in front of him was so powerful that he couldn't invade the soul that he had nurtured for nearly a thousand years.

"Don't, don't, please, don't take away hope from children"

Shen Zhao didn't bother to listen, and the darkness surged in his hands, rolling Santa's soul into a ball, and the cry from the soul disappeared instantly.

Except for the cold wind blowing, there was no sound around.

Shenzhao's eyes brightened, looking at the small purple bag in operation, no wonder Santa Claus was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of these elves being hurt, and thought it was kindness, so he hid his hope in them.

Streaks of dreamy light spots ahead are rushing from the blood mist to the small bag in mid-air,

"It's amazing to shape life with hope." Shen Zhao marveled.

The elves in front of them are not real creatures, they are more like magic items, or creatures similar to Feathered Serpent God, but they are lower in level than Feathered Serpent God.

After all, fear and hope are equal, and the hope in front of him is very different from the mirror god's fear, not even one-tenth of it.

And Feathered Serpent God's power over the sun and agriculture is the real power. As for the sky, it belongs to Ximu, and Feathered Serpent God can only fly.

But even so, this power of hope can be regarded as an unexpected joy. It was originally only for entertainment, but in the end he got emotional power. This is the result of winning a lottery by buying a lottery.

Shen Zhao waved his hand, and dark ninjas appeared one by one, and knelt down to him. The fighting power of these ninjas was at the level that Xiaoyu summoned, and they were all super thugs who could fight Chen Long one-on-one. will appear again.

"Empty here." Shen Zhao waved his hand, he did not forget Wa Long's request, this time the strength of that guy is not ordinary.

Taking back the small bag that had absorbed Hope's authority, Shen Zhao still had a very big doubt, is the black energy and righteousness really broken?

This kind of information can let Valon know that it’s okay to be just a Santa Claus, but this is hope. How can you let yourself get the positive aspects of the two emotional powers?
Unless there is a super bloody plot about to be staged.

As soon as this idea came out, there was a wave of spatial fluctuation behind him, and a familiar breath appeared not far away.

Shen Zhao turned his head, and immediately met the little girl's eyes.

Shen Zhao: ".?"

Xiaoyu: "Hey, I don't want to come. Do you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)