Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

The tense atmosphere in the room was somewhat diluted by the little dragon cub's words.

Lance looked at Long Ming with a calm expression: "The guest still needs to renew the room rate. Do you want to stay for a few more days? The Emerald City is still a very good tourist attraction."

Oreo took out the silver coin: "No need, we can just stay for another day."

Long Ming saw that Lance had collected the money, he dragged his wife and daughter into the counter, and stopped looking at Al Mengli.

Almonli looked at the plague angel with a gloomy face, and said in a dangerous voice, "You are lying."

Lance looked down at the ledger without hearing anything. Doya and her mother hid behind their father and looked at the people in the hall in panic.

With a movement of Almonli's fingertips, countless vines emerged from the ground, intertwined and formed, covering the whole room in an instant. The pure white flowers bloomed in full bloom and then withered quickly, and the snow-white petals flew up one after another, as if there were invisible hands manipulating them Normally, a faint fragrance filled the entire room. Standing beside Carlo, Long Ming noticed that under the biyingying radiance, Lance's face was pale and ugly, with dark gray marks spreading from his neck to his cheeks. , looked a little scary.

When Duoya discovered this phenomenon, she immediately covered her mouth in horror: "Father."

"Honey, what's wrong with your face?" The hostess grabbed her lover's arm in panic, her fingertips tightly clasped in his wrist, and her voice was panic-stricken: "Lance."

"I'm here, Annie, don't be afraid, I'm still your Lance." Lance put his arms around his little wife, touched her warm and soft skin with his forehead, and muttered to himself: "I won't let you get hurt .”

Almonli raised his wrist lightly, and the snow-colored petals instantly pierced Lance like a sharp arrow, mercilessly.

However, when he was half a meter away from Lance, a light gray barrier suddenly appeared, and the white petals melted on the barrier like snow, but Almonley laughed.

"I remember when we first fought, your plague veil was still black at that time, but now it has become as thin as fog, plague angel, I advise you to catch it with your hands, so as not to accidentally injure innocent people." Almonley walked away Taking a step closer, behind him, the guards lined up, drew out their rapiers, and stared coldly at Lance opposite him.

Long Ming and the others stood on the only intact ground.

"As I said, I'm not that plague angel." Lance grinned grimly on his ordinary face, "If you dare to hurt my wife and daughter, I'll blow myself up and force you all to be buried with me."

Long Ming felt himself being hugged by Carlo, and Carlo's windbreaker wrapped the young dragon's whole body, looking calmly at the battlefield.

Oreo stood in front, watching the battle between the two.

It can be clearly seen that the man named Lance is at a disadvantage.

Almonley sneered, raised his hand, and slightly hooked his fingertips downwards. The entourage behind him immediately stepped forward. Seeing this, Lance bit his hand, black blood slipped from his fingertips, and then smeared again. When he reached the ground, black mist curled up and surrounded him. This ordinary-faced man had fierce eyes, picked up the sword next to him and rushed out of the protective circle.

Annie and Doya huddled together in horror.

Almonli clapped his hands, and the entourage retreated behind him.

"Why, you still want to say that you are not the God of Plague, and your blood doesn't say that." Almonley drew out his sword, and casually drew a sword flower, and the petals rustled around the sword, Then disappeared on the ground.

Lance's face was distorted, his face was covered with gray cracks, he looked even more terrifying than before, panting heavily, he wiped the black blood in his palm with the blade of his sword, the blood dripped on the ground, instantly corroded Make a hole.

Almonli raised his eyebrows: "Let me send you off today, don't thank me, I am the end of your destiny."

Lance straightened his body and plunged the sword into the ground. The tip of his right finger turned into a circle, and his blood flowed into the sword instantly from his wrist.

"Sword, suck my dirty blood and become my half arm."

Almond immediately stepped forward to chop down, and Lance held his sword against it. Where the two swords touched, white light exploded, the air flow was turbulent, gray mist, black blood and the green halo on the opposite side refused to budge.

"Hmm, the power has weakened again, God of Plague." Almonley pressed the blade down fiercely, his tone dark.

"I said, I'm not." Lance grinned grimly, teleported away, and then stabbed Almonley's back with his backhand. Almonley resisted his attack with his sword unhurriedly, stretched his long legs, Kicked Lance into the wall.

With Doya's scream of fear, the wall collapsed on Lance.

Almonli looked at Doya, feeling a little helpless: "Listen, he's not your father, he's just a plague angel in your father's skin."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Duoya cried frantically: "He is my father, he is, you are a bad person, a bad person!"

Annie covered her daughter's mouth, her tearful eyes were full of hatred.

"Didn't you see his blood? It's already black." Almonley smeared a little black blood from the ground on the vines on the wall. The vines lost their luster instantly, the leaves turned yellow, and the flowers withered.

"Look, he's not."

Almonli walked to the corner, raised the sword in his hand, raised it high, and then stabbed fiercely. Black blood spurted out and splashed on Almonli's face, his pupils shrank sharply.

A pierced palm firmly grasped the sharp sword that was about to pierce the heart. Black blood sprayed on Lance's pale face, but he suddenly laughed.

Almonley was startled, and before he could react, Lance violently held Almonley's neck, and black blood gushed out from the other pierced hand. Lance pressed his palm hard, and Almonley was caught Forced to open his mouth, he drank a mouthful of black blood, and the pattern on his face became darker in an instant.

"You're courting death!" Almonley roared angrily.

Lance was kicked to the side, coughed heavily, and sat weakly on the ground. In front of him, Almonli's followers took out their swords and placed them on his neck, waiting for Almonli to give an order. , and cut off his head.

Almonli felt an uncomfortable burning sensation in his heart, and seeing the color of the patterns on his arms fade away, his murderous intent grew stronger.

"I'm dead, and your miasma poison will be unsolvable." Lance laughed viciously: "The Goddess of Life should deprive you of your status as an envoy."

Almondli's eyelids twitched, he picked him up and beat him up: "The antidote."

"I, I want to live." Lance looked at his wife and daughter in the corner, his voice was like a silk.

Almonley looked down at the half-dead plague envoy with a gloomy and cold expression.

Long Ming watched a wonderful and fierce battle. He looked at Lance, who had such a strong desire to survive, thought for a while, and said, "City Lord Almonli, why don't you stop fighting? Lance really doesn't look like that!" It's the angel of the plague."

If he beat Lance again, he would die. Long Ming looked at Duoya and the others with red eyes.

"Lance, Lance, he is really not the plague angel." Annie reacted, and quickly assured: "I know he has become very strange, but he is really not, maybe his body has changed, but Lance His soul will not change, his love will not change, he is Lance."

Almonley took a deep breath, moved his fingertips slightly, and his heart felt like the fire of hell was burning.

"Perhaps, we should look at things calmly." Oreo said, his voice was always tolerant and cold like the sea, which made both parties calm down a little.

Oreo looked around and managed to find a good long table and some chairs. Lance dragged his broken body and sat on the chair. The gray protective screen disappeared, and Doya and Annie immediately rushed to him, nervous and nervous. looked at him worriedly.

"Dad, are you okay?" Duoya sniffled, looking at her injured father with tears in her eyes.

"No, it's okay." Lance comforted his wife, wiped the blood from his hands, touched his daughter's face, and smiled: "Daddy is fine."

Almonli sat across from him with a blank face, and behind him were his followers.

Long Ming sat on the main seat, and Gelu took out a box of candied fruit for him.

The big dragons sat on both sides, and Saige didn't dare to sit down. He wanted to take out his travel notebook, but was glanced at by Almonley, and instantly lost his mind.

Oreo crossed his hands on the table. Long Ming's black mage's robe looked very much like a judge, and even his voice was orderly, not in a hurry.

"Mr. Lance's act of caring for his family is great."

Lance held his wife's hand tightly, looked at Oreo vigilantly, his face was dirty, his eyes were sharp like an eagle, he was not tired, or he didn't dare to show a little bit of weakness, because Almonley would Kill him.

"The City Lord's belief in the goddess is also moving."

Almonley lowered his eyes, unmoved.

"But after I observed it, there might be a misunderstanding between Lord Almonli and Mr. Lance." Oreo said in a gentle voice, "The most important point is, is Mr. Lance really the plague god?"

This is the fuse of everything.

"No." Lance replied immediately.

"Of course." Almondli followed up with a counterattack.

"Then, Mr. Lance, please prove that you are not the God of Plague. After all, various evidences show that you are." Oreo looked at Lance and smiled slightly: "For the safety of your wife and daughter, you must be very happy Answer, is the man who lured you in the original plague envoy, how did you escape, and where did the plague envoy go?"

"As long as you answer it, the problem will be solved."

Almonley looked at Lance, waiting for his answer.

Lance closed his eyes, his eyeballs trembled violently a few times, it could be seen that his mood was not calm.

"The man who lured me into the forest was the God of Plague. He was wearing a priest's robe at the time, and he seduced me that there was a flower of love in the forest, which symbolized love. I was fooled for a while. After arriving in the forest, he revealed his true face."

Lance said slowly: "The man said that I have a very special soul. He wanted to eat me. I was tied up at the time. The man was covered in black mist. He turned into mist and penetrated into my body. Li, and then I fainted."

Hearing this, Long Ming held his paw nervously.

"When I woke up again, I felt that man was going to devour my soul. I was in pain and scared."

"But in the end, I relied on strong belief to eat him back."

Lance closed his eyes again, apparently not wanting to recall the past: "Although I ate him, I haven't fully absorbed his memory. I can only vaguely understand him. I only know that he is the plague god and some simple things It's just a spell, and after devouring him, I also suffered some irreparable damage."

After Almonley finished listening, he looked at Lance silently.

"This is my personal experience." Lance held his wife's hand and kissed it: "No matter where I am, I will come back. You are the only existence I can't give up. I love you."

"Honey, you too." Annie hugged her lover, tears streaming down her face.

Long Ming felt a lightness on the top of his head. It turned out that the One-eyed Demon Lord flew down and landed on his hand.

"Do you think I will believe you?" Almonley raised his chin slightly, his eyes fixed on Lance, "I will keep watching you until you reveal your true colors, Angel of Plague."

Lance hugged his family and looked directly at Almonley: "The plague gods did those things before, not me."

Almonley sneered: "He is you, and you are him."

"How can you be sure that you have devoured him completely? You are not afraid that he is still hiding in the depths of your soul, waiting to replace you one day."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Oreo tapped the table with his fingertips, feeling a little helpless: "My lord, Lance, stop arguing."

"Both of them are injured, why don't Mr. Lance heal the city lord first."

Almonli calmed down, wanting to see what the plague envoy would do.

"Unless he can promise not to hurt my family." Lance made a request.

Oreo looked at Almonley.

"Yes, I swear in the name of the Goddess of Life that I will never hurt ordinary people." Almonli squinted at the man opposite.

Lance walked not far from Almonley: "Put your hands on the table."

Almonley did as he did, and Lance's fingertips slid across his wrist, leaving a bloodstain, and after a while, black blood flowed out from the wound on his wrist.

Almonli closed his eyes and felt it carefully, and put down the cuffs when he found that there was no burning sensation.

He looked at the family of three, pursing his thin lips tightly.

Lance stepped back, holding his wife's hand tightly and holding his daughter in his arms, looking at the city lord warily.

"What is the irreparable damage you just said?" Almonley remembered Lance's words just now, and decided to investigate to the end.

Lance froze.

Long Ming blinked his eyes, they seemed to know that, after thinking about it seriously, for a young man, it was indeed an irreparable injury.

"Why, dare not say?" Almonley's tone sank instantly.

Annie grabbed her husband's clothes and looked at him nervously: "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Lance frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and took off the wig with a straight face: "After I devoured that man, I found that my hair was gone."

Almonley: ...

Annie and Doya: ...

Lance put on the wig and said in a very heavy tone, "I'm not middle-aged yet, I don't want to lose my hair."