my god is from hell

In the dark room, only the monitor on the ceiling was lit with a striking red light.

A man was lying on the floor.

He has short blond curly hair, and a fair and delicate face. His face looks a little immature, as if he has fallen into a nightmare, and his brows are tightly frowned.

"Tomorrow... Yanyan..."

He spat out indistinct ravings, his face was covered with sweat, and his expression was restless.

About 1 minute later, the pair of constantly turning eyes suddenly opened, and the eagerness and anxiety that had not yet dissipated in the eyes.

"The orphanage...I want to go back...I want to buy him delicious food...for, for...for whom..."

Zuo Luoxing suddenly stood up from the ground, ignoring the darkness in front of him, he quickly fumbled for the door, wanting to get out quickly.

However, the moment he touched the handle, Zuo Luoxing was stunned for a moment: "Where is this...?"

This is not the room his parents prepared for him. He remembered that his parents specially picked a room with a particularly bright light, and there were many toys in it. There were... some...

What's up?

wrong……

Didn't his mother die when he was very young?Where is the mother from?

Zuo Luoxing's memory about the dream faded rapidly, the hand on the handle hesitated for a long time, and then slowly retracted.

He remembered.

He came to do the mission with Captain Zhuo Feihong, but in the process of the mission, he accidentally got a magical spell and suddenly stepped on the air in the room.

By the way... Lord Yan Qing!

"Master Yan Qing?"

"Little witch?"

"Master Yanqing, are you there?"

Zuo Luoxing turned around, but it was too dark to see anything, and no one answered him.

He groped around in the room for a while, and soon found that it was only a small room less than ten square meters, and there was no furniture or utensils in it, not even a light switch.

The only thing there is the night vision camera on his head.

Zuo Luoxing stared at the camera for a moment, not planning to stay here any longer, so he went back to the door.

His hand was placed on the inwardly recessed silver handle, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly froze again.

He just...why was he in such a hurry to get out?

It seems... to meet someone...

But... that person...

Who is it?

Zuo Luoxing felt a strong sense of loss and discomfort in his heart out of nowhere, always feeling that he had forgotten a particularly important thing, so important that even if he couldn't remember it, his heart still felt painful.

However, a dream is a dream. Once you don't try hard to remember it at the beginning, you will never remember it again.

"No... Lord Yan Qing..."

Zuo Luoxing muttered to himself, thinking that he was still on a mission, he forced himself to let go of the great disappointment, pushed away from the room and walked out.

There is no sound or breath in the pitch-black space, nor can I feel my own existence, as if I have been forgotten by the entire universe.

Yan Qing exists in this darkness.

The reason why he uses the word "existence" is because he himself does not know what form he is now, and even whether he exists is still a question.

Because of his lack of sense of touch, Yan Qing didn't even bother to do movements such as raising his head and moving his fingers. Anyway, he didn't know if he had done it, so he just froze on the spot.

I wonder where Lolo is now?

The little witch must be secretly scolding him.

The captain and Fang Zhiyi are probably looking for someone?

In other words, he would not feel hungry if he looks like this...

But why does he still want to eat fried chicken so much?

Fried chicken... delicious fried chicken...

Coupled with ice, sweet and bubbling cola...

In the pitch-black room, only the monitor on the ceiling was persistently shining red light. The long-haired man leaning his head against the wall suddenly sucked his saliva.

Those who didn't know thought he was having a sweet dream.

The corner of the mouth of the person behind the monitor twitched, and he chose to look away.

It was also the moment when the person behind the monitor looked away, a voice that did not belong to this world suddenly came from the room where Yan Qing was.

"Yan Qing... look at your current appearance..."

Yan Qing continued to count the chicken legs in his head.

"Have you forgotten? This is not the first time..."

Hmm... just add some seasoning in an instant, what kind of seasoning is more delicious?Or ketchup and coke?

"Humans... are such a race that is good at forgetting and abandoning..."

Yan Qing thought of the fried chicken, even though he couldn't feel his presence, he still subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth.

want to eat...

"Even the closest relationship... once you have a better life... you will not hesitate to abandon useless friends..."

When will the mission end?Lolo, it's time to cook...

"Yan Qing... in your life... have you ever looked back even once?"

Yan Qing frowned and rubbed his stomach, feeling that the more the other said, the hungrier he was, he quickly stopped fantasizing about fried chicken, otherwise he was afraid that he would accidentally starve himself to death...

"Yan Qing...you will regret it...I'll wait for you to come back..."

It was probably because Yan Qing ignored his words from beginning to end, and after the voice finished the last sentence with a heavy tone, it finally stopped talking.

Yan Qing waited for a while, then blinked his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the red light from the monitor shone into his pupils.

Yan Qing's eyes lit up, and he quickly groped around the room, quickly found where the doorknob was, opened the door and rushed out.

"Lolo - I want to eat fried chicken -"

In the dark room, a faint silver light permeated the surroundings of this person, and his silver hair flowed down to the ground. Even in a sleeping posture, his back was still straight, and only the brows were slightly frowned.

"The moon god protects you."

His father handed the family crest to him, on which was painted a dead tree reflecting the moon, and the silver full moon rose straight to the top, illuminating the whole land including the dead tree.

"From now on, you will be the heir of the Yue Family, and the Moon God will guide you to the top of the glorious tree and illuminate the whole world."

The young Yuexuanzhao carefully put away the family crest, and when he was wearing it, he suddenly saw his younger brother hiding behind the house, staring at him with tear-stained eyes, pleading.

Yue Xuanzhao turned his eyes cruelly, and pinned the family emblem on his chest.

From now on, he is the successor of the Yue Family, the performer of "Willow Head on the Moon", the guide on the dead tree, and a devout follower of the Moon God.

Since he has chosen this path, he will definitely go on it.

only……

Seeing his younger brother running away, Yue Xuanzhao occasionally questioned him.

Would the cold and noble Moon God really choose such a muddy believer?Is the path chosen by the Yue family really under the light of the moon?

Yue Xuanzhao couldn't be sure.

The only thing he can do is to practice the magic technique bestowed by the Moon God over and over again, "Willow on the Moon", as if in this way, he can get closer to the Moon God in his heart, and get closer to the darkness hidden in the light. farther away.

The bright moon rises again and again in his world, from the horizon to the tops of dead trees, the dark world is lit up again and again, and in his magic, the world is bright.

Yue Xuanzhao's brows were slightly relaxed, and just about to wake up, he was suddenly enveloped by a wave of suffocating darkness.

"Look at what you look like now..."

"Did you forget? This is not the first time..."

"Human beings are good at forgetting and discarding..."

"Have you...waited to turn around once in your life?"

"You will regret this……"

The bright moon fell from a high place, and the dead trees were scattered into flying ash. The family crest was black in color, because there was no light entering, it was almost pitch black.

"Master Luna..."

Yue Xuanzhao opened his eyes profusely with sweat, only to find that he was drenched all over, and the surroundings were silent, only the monitor above his head was still running.

It was a dream.

Yue Xuanzhao calmed down the violent heartbeat in his chest, saw the faint moonlight radiating from his body from the corner of the eye, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, that desperate space where people can't even raise their strength to struggle is deeply engraved in Yue Xuanzhao's mind.

This is what it looks like when the world is completely dark.

Yue Xuanzhao subconsciously looked at the hair scattered on her shoulders, which was a side effect of the moon god's possession.

Because of the special nature of the Moon God, he will not have a virtual image of a god when he performs divine spells, and even in daily life, the color of his hair and pupils will not change, and he will always be in a state of possession.

The silver hair is still moist with a faint luster, which shows that Lord Luna is still there.

Yue Xuanzhao stood up, groped around, and suddenly stopped for a moment.

and many more……

He seems...he can still feel the aura of the Moon God!

Yue Xuanzhao quickly touched the doorknob, opened the door and walked towards the direction he sensed.

"Lolo? Are you in here?"

Yan Qing knocked on the fifth door and found that the basement was so large that it could be called a maze.

After knocking on five doors, even his desire for fried chicken subsided a lot.

After using the summoning again, Yan Qing found that he was still standing where he was, and couldn't help but patted his stomach in aggrieved way.

Actually... maybe Luo Luo has already left?

He is really hungry...

Yan Qing wandered between going out alone and looking for Luo Luo for a long time, thinking that Luo Luo usually made fried chicken for him, dressed him, combed his hair, and dried the quilt for his bed, and finally decided to stay with his conscience.

When he continued to go to the next door, he was about to knock on it, but his wrist was suddenly grasped tightly.

There was the sound of extremely light breathing.

Yan Qing looked up and almost punched him with his fist!

After looking carefully, I found that this is not the big light bulb of the light department, but the big moon of the Yue family.

It even glows at night...

Won't he be so bright that he can't sleep at night?

Yan Qing's thoughts suddenly ran far away, and he even forgot that his wrist was still tightly grasped by others.

"It's you--"

Yue Xuanzhao condensed a piece of moonlight in the palm of his hand, and finally saw clearly the person he was holding in the dark.

The other party was trying to poke the silver halo around his body with his fingers, probably trying to test whether it was the fluorescent effect of the clothes or a piece of silver dust as seen by the naked eye.

After all, his three-year-old brother had also done this kind of thing.

Yue Xuanzhao paused subtly, and slowly let go of his hand.

The man immediately poked his belt.

"You're shining!" Yan Qing said in surprise.

The extended finger did not encounter any resistance, and passed through the silver circle as if passing through a piece of light. After moving the finger up and down, it was even found that the light seemed to have autonomous consciousness——

And wrap it around his fingers!

"Eh?"

Yan Qing slowly withdrew his hand, and found that the light was like drawing silk, climbing up his fingers along the outline.

Yue Xuanzhao originally planned to talk to him about the aura of the moon god, but when he saw this scene, his eyes changed drastically, and he grabbed Yan Qing's wrist!

The silver light really spread from his body to Yan Qing's fingers as if lingering on!

"Okay, okay, I'll give it back to you!"

Seeing Yue Xuanzhao's unacceptable expression, Yan Qing flicked her fingers guiltily, rubbed them several times, and finally returned the silver light.

Yue Xuanzhao still didn't speak.

Yan Qing looked a little angry at him, pulled his wrist back forcefully, and said goodbye: "I'm going to find Luo Luo, I won't play with you anymore, goodbye!"

As Yan Qing spoke, he walked deep into the corridor. He just lifted his foot and took two steps when he found that person followed him again.

"Hey! What are you doing with me?"

Yan Qing felt that he had been blackmailed.

Yue Xuanzhao was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to find my companion."

Yan Qing looked behind him, realized that the other party was indeed from there, reluctantly agreed with his statement, turned around and continued to knock on the door one after another.

Yue Xuanzhao then walked through those doors over and over again with him.

But he neither knocked on the door nor spoke, and only stopped every time his speech stopped.

It made Yan Qing feel aggrieved by being silently imitated by a scholar.

After searching for about 10 minutes, Yan Qing knocked on another door. This time, there was finally a sound from inside.

But it wasn't Zuo Luoxing's voice.

"Eden! You're going to hell sooner or later!"

"I would like to borrow your words. A place like heaven is really not suitable for an adventurous person like me."

The man's voice came from behind the door. It didn't sound strong, but rather flattering and weak.

Yan Qing pushed the door open, but only saw one monitor screen after another, each with a different content.

Among them, on one screen, there was a confrontation between the little witch and a man.

The two were in a storage room full of glass collections. Different collections were placed on the surrounding lattice shelves. Some were specimens made of glue, some were torsos soaked in F. It's even a complete skeleton directly.

The screen that produced the sound played the sound of the little witch confronting the man. The little witch was facing the camera, while the man was facing away from the camera, holding a jar of specimens in his hand.

From the screen, it looks like a pair of living eyeballs.

After watching it for a while, Yan Qing found that these videos were played repeatedly, and it had been at least one day since now.

Yue Xuanzhao was also looking at these monitors, and when he scanned one of them, his eyelids trembled slightly, but he calmly returned to normal, still waiting for Yan Qing.

If you look carefully, you will find that even his footsteps have always been half a step to the right of Yan Qing, and he has never crossed this line.

"Hey! This is your team member!"

Yan Qing pointed to one of the screens in puzzlement, and inside it was Li Qiwu with his eyes closed and frowning.

Yue Xuanzhao glanced at it, and said calmly: "He will be fine."

Li Qiwu's mind is even much firmer than his, this trick is not even a test for him.

It should no longer be where the monitoring is located.

After Yue Xuanzhao finished answering, seeing the expression of "Ah? Then how long are you going to stay" on Yan Qing's face, he added, "None of my team members need me to save them."

The implication: he won't be leaving anytime soon.

Yan Qing gave him a disgusted look, and decided to go to the place where the little witch was.

Even if the other party might not be in that place anymore, the collection room didn't look normal, there might be some clues to find Zuo Luoxing.

Yue Xuanzhao followed behind him as a matter of course.

Like a human-shaped light bulb.

Yan Qing looked at the much brighter road in front of him, and thought that the big deal would be to use it as a flashlight without charging it.

Yan Qing's pace suddenly became brisk, especially after finding out that the other party was still following him very carefully.

store room.

"Little, devil, girl? I heard that after you killed me, you went to planet K14-253 and killed many rich businessmen? If it wasn't for these children's tricks, I really couldn't find you!"

Eden wiped the glass bottle in his hand, looked at it carefully under the light for a moment, put it back on the shelf with satisfaction, and picked up a new bottle.

And at his feet, the little witch curled up in a corner silently with her head down, holding a glass jar tightly in her hand. What was inside was not candies, but a pair of water-blue eyes.

Eden put down the glass bottle in his hand, picked and picked on the grid shelf, and finally chose a glass jar with a hand in it, and brought it to the little witch.

"Is it okay to use this today?"

Eden opened the jar, and the pungent smell of Fulma Lin immediately permeated the surroundings. He slowly placed the glass bottle next to the little witch.

The little witch shrank subconsciously, then felt the temperature of the glass bottle in her hand, and held back her trembling.

"It's just a pair of eyeballs, it's up to you to protect them."

Eden tapped the glass jar jokingly, which attracted the vigilant and resentful eyes of the little witch, so he raised his hands and surrendered, "Okay, okay, I won't move, you can hug me if you like."

Eden no longer cared about the glass jar, but set his eyes on the glass jar with a hand beside him, and exclaimed, "Look, it's awake."

The little witch's pupils shrank suddenly.

Beside her, the white severed hand that had been soaked in For-Marin for a long time slowly moved its five fingers, gradually climbing along the edge of the glass jar, and quickly climbed out of the jar.

After hesitating for a moment, the hand quickly climbed up the little witch's ankle, as if intending to go up through the trousers.

The cold temperature also carries the strong corrosiveness of For-Marin. Compared with the pain of strong acid corroding the skin, the feeling of fingers running all the way up the trousers is more terrifying.

"Ahhh! Get out!"

After all, the little witch couldn't hold it back, her eyes blazed with huge flames, she stood up and wanted to stomp her feet to avoid it, but the next moment, the specimen that sealed the butterfly flew up lightly, firmly blocking in front of Eden.

At the same time, the invisible hand began to tear the clothes on the little witch, and the hellish memory occupied the whole mind in an instant, and the days of those marks all over the body seemed to come again.

"An Qier... Be good, or my pets will be upset."

Eden didn't even move a finger. He stood still and watched the ugly little witch dodging around with the jar in her arms. His eyes flicked over her torn skin, and there was a touch of abnormal excitement.

"Get off... get off... don't come over—"

The little witch was holding the glass bottle, crying and screaming like a madman. She was reluctant to let go of the bottle, so she couldn't protect her clothes and fingers scratching everywhere.

In fact, if the bottle is thrown away, the little witch may be able to get rid of these pervasive invisible hands.

But she just didn't want to throw away the glass bottle containing the eyeballs.

She hugged the cold bottle, like hugging her last bit of warmth.

Qi Shuang pushed her to hell, but she was already in hell.

If it wasn't for Qi Shuang to give her a hand, she wouldn't even know what light looks like.

She may not always, because of that little bit of unwillingness, go and blame the angel.

She doesn't want to be that kind of person.

But occasionally...

Really only occasionally.

The little witch would think... Angel would think... why couldn't the angel give her more warmth?She is not greedy, just a little bit is fine.

don't take it back...

so fast...

The hand at her ankle had already climbed over her knee. The little witch thought that she was no longer afraid of this kind of torture, but the truth is, she was very afraid——

She is still terrified!

No matter how many times this kind of thing happened, she was still terrified!

The little witch's eyes gradually became terrified and desperate, her body was stiff and cold, as if she had returned to that evening without a ray of light.

She was so hungry that she had no strength at all, so she fell on the dusty ruins and crawled to where there were people with the last bit of strength.

Arms and knees were scratched bloody by glass pieces hidden in the ruins, and nearby wild dogs slowly approached, smelling the smell of blood, waiting for another full meal.

She actually heard people walking past her, but no one stopped to help her.

She doesn't expect anyone to help her, because this planet without an official name is so barren, and everyone can't care about their own stomachs enough, kind?That is synonymous with death.

Just as the little witch's consciousness gradually darkened, one hand gently lifted her up, stuffed bread into her mouth, and gave her another sip of water.

She heard a gentle voice, like an untainted angel: "Are you okay? Can you get up by yourself?"

Although the little witch regained consciousness in front of her, she still had no strength at all. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and suddenly realized something. She hurriedly looked at the location of the voice, her lips wriggling as hard as she could.

"Don't worry. I'll feed you a little more. Don't worry, I won't leave."

The man seemed to understand her urgency, not only did not leave, he even knelt beside her and fed her for a long time.

Only later did she know that she was so hungry that day that she ate all the food in his hand in one go, and he was hungry for the next three days.

But if you know it, you know, the little witch has no intention of returning the things at all.

After she recovered, she immediately turned her face on and blamed the young man for being weak-hearted, and gave the food to a white-eyed wolf. She would not return the food, nor would she make any promises to the young man.

The boy was not angry at all, and comforted her by saying that he had no intention of asking for rewards, and in the next few days, he would not mind at all to distribute his food to the little witch who occasionally couldn't get food because of her thin body. .

The little witch really didn't mean to repay the favor, and the boy really didn't mean to ask her to repay the favor, because besides her, the boy also helped many people.

Although those people, none of them repaid the boy.

While cursing the boy's holy father in her heart, the little witch couldn't help observing the boy, and as they got along longer and longer, she became more and more disgusted with the boy's behavior of disregarding himself and desperately helping others.

She finally intervened in a boy's bottomless help.

Since then, the relationship between the two has gradually improved. He said that his name is "Qi Shuang", and he has a younger sister who is two years younger than him. The younger sister is very capable, so she is often not in the camp, and only comes back with a lot of food at night. .

He said that she, like his sister, didn't like him being such a "holy father", and even for this reason he was not allowed to touch the food he brought back, and wanted to get rid of his "holy father attributes".

It's a pity that it didn't work out, and it was my sister who finally compromised.

When he said this, his water-blue eyes kept smiling, and the little witch thought, he must like her sister very much.

She felt a little jealous and a little depressed.

She wasn't his own sister after all.

Fortunately, this depression soon disappeared, because Qi Shuang was really kind. Although the little witch was not his sister, he was still very kind to the little witch.

He also named the blond-haired little witch Angel.

He said that although the little witch doesn't like to laugh very much, she is very cute when she smiles, like an angel.

Angel is a little angel with wings in fairy tales. Her mission is to bring the soul of a dead child back to the heaven full of flowers. She is a beautiful and kind angel.

Kindness.

The little witch curled her lips secretly in her heart. I'm afraid the name is not mocking herself.

She complained in her heart, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

If there are really angels in this world.

That should also be the person in front of him.

Angel.

The little witch repeated the name in her heart, but all that came to mind were those smiling water blue eyes.

"help me……"

"What?" Eden couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Help me...help me get out of here!"

The little witch was holding the bottle, crying loudly without any image, her voice was terrified and desperate.

Be it angels or demons.

save her...

Come save her!

She's really not that bad...

Don't give up on her!

In the dark world, a cool voice suddenly came.

"It's getting dark, please close your eyes—"

The darkness from the abyss swept across the entire room in an instant. Whether it was the invisible force, the visible white palm, or the specimens that were about to move on the wall, they were all confused and overwhelmed at this moment!

This is also the first time that Yan Qing has fully displayed the dark magic!

Arbitrarily stripping away all the senses of all existing things in the domain.

The little witch felt that she was being pulled by a hand and hugged her body.

But strangely, her body didn't feel repelled at all.

"Smell...how did you come here..."

The little witch was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears holding Yan Qing.

The grievance that was eager to confide was not at all as proud as usual, and the voice was miserable and loud, completely disregarding the image.

Yan Qing's magical technique was only used for a moment, and stopped after he brought the little witch over. Even so, he still felt the rapid decline of Zuo Luoxing's spiritual power.

He glanced at the little witch who was crying terribly on his shoulder, his face wrinkled several times in bitterness, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to remind her not to runny nose at this moment.

"Hey...you can work after crying..."

Yan Qing tactfully reminded her to stop wiping snot on his clothes, and it's best to quickly adjust to put a heart of flames.

However, this time, the little witch seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, and did not hear Yan Qing's voice at all.

The crying was louder and louder, and soon soaked the clothes on Yan Qing's shoulders, and his voice was hoarse from crying, and it didn't stop.

That reckless appearance seemed to vent all the fear and grievances of so many years.

Yan Qing hugged her and made up her mind that she would never wear this dress again.

No matter how many times you wash it, you won't wear it.

Yue Xuanzhao was still dealing with Eden, and took a look here.

I found that although the little witch was crying more and more vigorously, Baoyanqing's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and she didn't seem to want to let go for a moment.

Can't help but look subtle.

"Hey...you can cry if you cry...don't put the eyeball bottle on my neck..."

Yan Qing endured it for a long time, but at first the bottle didn't touch him, but the more the little witch cried, she hugged him tighter, and the cold bottle stuck tightly to the back of his neck.

Thinking that the eyeballs of Fu. Er.

"It can't come out... woo woo... what are you afraid of... woo woo..."

While crying, the little witch defended her precious bottle.

Yan Qing has nothing to say.

Seeing that Yiden was going to use specimens to riot again, Yan Qing immediately cast "It's dark, please close your eyes" again, and quickly pulled Yuexuanzhao out of the encirclement of Yiden's specimens.

The moment he touched Yue Xuanzhao, a strange look suddenly appeared on Yan Qing's face, but it disappeared quickly.

"Go out and fight, there are too many specimens here."

Yue Xuanzhao was pulled by Yan Qing, and quickly realized what the problem was. The three of them quickly exited the room and stood in the corridor outside the door.

However, this time the corridor was not as quiet as before.

The moment Yue Xuanzhao withdrew, dozens of spider threads quickly wrapped around his waist, and his body was quickly strangled with bloodstains under force.

However, the bloodstain only scratched the skin a little bit, after Yue Xuanzhao realized it, he quickly turned around along the trajectory of the spider silk, and quickly untied the spider silk from his body.

Yan Qing saw his neat retracement from the side, and exclaimed, "Wow! Such a soft body!"

Yue Xuanzhao was almost choked by a vine from the enemy.

"Are you two just standing and watching the show?"

Yue Xuanzhao originally thought that although they were not in the same team, they were all members of the five major academies. This time, the task was to cooperate between the two academies, and they should help each other at critical moments.

I didn't expect these two to be good.

One was in charge of crying, and the other was in charge of hugging. The two wandered outside the main battlefield, leisurely dodging sporadic magical attacks that occasionally missed.

Yan Qing scratched his head and said helplessly, "My envoy has no spiritual power."

Although there were only two short full shields, Zuo Luoxing had just entered the academy for a few days, and his spiritual power level was still around one or two hundred at the city level, which was only enough to support these two releases.

Only ghosts and mysteries can be used for other magic spells, but the level of this magic spell is average. If Yan Qing is not right, it will not be a big obstacle for high-level angels to upgrade it manually. Magic is not much different.

The little witch leaned on Yan Qing's shoulders, she hadn't recovered from her crying just now, she was a little embarrassed at this moment: "I've already used up my spiritual energy, and I can't use a single magic spell at the moment."

After Yue Xuanzhao listened to the two people's explanation, there was a bloody hole on his waist, which completely made them angry.

After working for a long time, he is the only one of the three who can still move the envoy?

Yan Qing glanced at the dozens of envoys in front of him, and Iden who was gradually following behind, swallowed his saliva and suggested, "How about...you use the big move from that day again?"

On that day, the sky was full of bright moon, the sky was full of silver light, and the whole courtyard was illuminated by the moonlight.

Unexpectedly, Yue Xuanzhao was silent for a while, and said honestly: "This magical technique has huge side effects, I don't believe you."

Yan Qing really didn't have any good suggestions this time, so he had no choice but to say, "Then why don't you save some strength? Let's escape later?"

Yue Xuanzhao didn't expect that what she was waiting for was such an answer.

He thought that the other party would try to persuade them for a while, or ask him to block them with various conditions, but he didn't expect the other party to be more straightforward than him, and even had a plan to escape.

"Do you think you can run away? Besides, I, Yue Xuanzhao, never have the word escape in my dictionary." Yue Xuanzhao said in a deep voice.

"Then your dictionary is not good. You can miss the most famous sayings." Yan Qing subconsciously echoed.

Little Witch, Yue Xuanzhao: ...

"Run? After entering this underground labyrinth, I'll see how you run, and keep them for me as specimens!"

Eden glanced excitedly at Yue Xuanzhao, who was full of light, and glanced at Yan Qing with moist eyes, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

These two are good materials for making specimens!

"Just such a person, is enough for you to entangle for so long? Are you nourished by the fast food at Tanshan Temple?"

Eden raised his head, his eyes behind the lenses were even soft, his voice was not loud, and even a little weak.

However, the ten envoys who heard this sentence suddenly accelerated their offensive, almost killing them.

"Captain Yue, let's go first! Take care!"

Yan Qing hugged the little witch and was about to run away.

Suddenly, large expanses of silvery white soft light appeared in front of his eyes.

Like the moonlight leaking in through the gaps in the leaves in the forest at night, it instantly brightened the entire corridor.

"Divine Art - Yueshang, Liushaotou."

Yue Xuanzhao folded his hands together, and the silver full moon rose from behind him, as if passing through the ceiling of the corridor and reaching the distant blue sky.

At the same time, a huge black dead tree grew from Yue Xuanzhao's feet, and soon grew into towering dead branches, reflecting the bright moon behind him.

Yan Qing looked at the silver floating in front of her eyes, as if she could hear the sound of water droplets falling on the moonlight.

"What does he mean?" The little witch looked back from his shoulder.

Seeing Yue Xuanzhao who said he was unwilling just now, he stopped all the envoys trying to catch up by himself.

"On the bright side, he might be a holy father..."

"Yan Qing, how dare you leave me—"

Yue Xuanzhao turned his head under the moonlight of dead branches, his silver pupils became more and more cold because of the magic, and he gave Yan Qing a warning look.

Yan Qing swallowed the remaining half of the sentence back into his stomach, with a bit of distress showing on his face.

Why does everyone hold him accountable when he didn't do anything?

The author has something to say:

Yan Yan: I have never borrowed money from anyone, but it seems that I owe everyone a lot of money...

Thank you Qianqian, ZL, and Huahua for the nutritional liquid duck~ I love you guys... Cough, I made a typo, I hope no one sees it...