A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Kaisan put on a luxurious but relatively reserved outfit, he dared not show off in front of real big shots.

In the bar of the cabin, Falam mixed drinks for the two "big shots" at the bar counter, while Kaisan and Onix Talboden drank.

With a glass of strong wine pouring down his throat, Kaisan asked the confusion during this time: "A sun saint, why did you come to the night plateau to explore alone?"

"Alone?" Onix Talboden couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think that a girl with no strength can destroy an entire expedition group and your powerful servant?" Without waiting for Kaisan to answer, he Holding the wine glass, Gu Zi said, "She went to the expedition team as a top student of Phillips College, a personal apprentice of Zixun Epidemic Doctor, and a scholar who came to investigate the ruins. Can you understand that?"

"Plague doctor...and the Church of the Sun?" The election year is approaching, and Kaisang faintly sensed the storm of struggle among the big shots, "What benefits does the Church of the Sun have in Gulingting? Moreover, this still cannot explain the reason why the girl went to the Night Plateau .”

"No one can explain everything, Your Excellency Kaisan," Onix Talbodden said indifferently, "It is because of this that we will explore deeper secrets, but..." He suddenly put down his wine glass, hiding his edge, " It’s better not to know some things, and if you know too much, don’t say it.”

Cassan nodded, thinking he saw some turbulent undercurrent.He didn't doubt Onix Talboden. Even though he was worried about extinction, staying at the outpost for a long time was not an option. He didn't have a backer. When his business was eaten away by the enemy, he could only sit and starve to death in the spectacle. inside.

"A glass of strawberry juice, thank you."

At this time, a strange voice sounded beside him.

The glamorous girl who was supposed to be lying in the crystal coffin changed into a crisp white shirt and tight trousers. There is heating in the cabin, so there is no need to wear too thick.

Cassandra jumped up from his seat at once. He clenched the wine glass in his hand, stared at the girl in front of him, and asked, "Your Excellency Talbotden, what does this mean?"

"I think it's because I'm too tame," Cloris took the strawberry juice and sipped the industrially produced sweet water, "so I don't need you, Mr. Cassan."

Cassan turned his head, only to find an ugly withered beard protruding from the back of Onix Talboden's neck.

This is……

"Fallen villain, I send the Savior to you. Has the hot oil of the kingdom of heaven ever burned the filth in your heart, bathe in blame with me, ah—"

Outside the door, a beautiful woman in a white robe came in. Her face was ferocious, her limbs were distorted, and she looked like a puppet on a string. Her every move would cause bones to snap.

"Paya!!" Kaisang suddenly panicked.

Isn't she a follower of Lord Qifa! ?

Paya's fingers curled into chicken feet stretched forward stiffly and tremblingly, ankles dragged on the ground, toward the limb-shrunken patient.Behind it, dark blue tentacles are growing out, it has four petals, and ugly stems grow from the stamens.

Cassan knew what it was.

He stimulated the spiritual veins, but the internal organs seemed to be petrified, and the blood vessels were buzzing, and the brain seemed to be stuffed with cotton. The more he activated the spiritual veins, the stronger the feeling.

"The venom will melt into your source power and produce a flocculent precipitate in the blood." At this time, Faram who was mixing the wine said, "Save your energy, Mr. Kaisan, in fact, if you don't activate any If you use strength, the toxins will be slowly discharged with your breath."

Hearing this, Kaisan withdrew all his strength, and his breathing finally became much smoother.

Faram added regretfully: "However, in the absence of any first-aid measures, it may take two to three weeks to completely expel the toxins that seep into the blood vessels based on one's own physique. Corrode your spiritual veins."

"guard!!!"

"They slept soundly," said Cloris, "and soon you will too."

"Who the hell are you!"

"Sun believers who have encountered injustice," Cloris said, "Of course a filth like you should be purified."

"Then her?" Cassan looked at Paya.

"Good sheep, come here," Cloris greeted Paya, who staggered over excitedly, the girl strangled the priest tightly with a string, and blood beads rolled down the line, "It's time to purify the shameful sinner, you have Do you feel it, the sublimation of the soul? Your sins have been lightened, and you have saved countless lives, and they will be proud of you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Paya moaned excitedly, staring at Kaisan as if staring at a piece of fat, "Thank you, kind herder!"

"Bitch..." Faram and Onix Talboden muttered jealously.

"Parasitize him." Cloris said.

At this moment, Kaisan frantically stimulated his spiritual veins, his eyes protruding and bloodshot.

Cloris took a step back and said in a deep voice, "You commit suicide, and I can save you even if you commit suicide."

"Ha...hahaha..." Kaisan panted with difficulty, "Saved? You know, I swore from the moment I became a superhuman that no one can completely control my life and death! Uh..."

The puppet at the counter injects [Luentia] into Kaisan.

The power of [Sleeping Blood] swallowed his few strengths in an instant, and extreme fatigue flooded his limbs, causing his spiritual veins to become sluggish.

"At present, [Luentia] is still very good for dealing with the enemy, but I am not sure if there are any sequelae of clinical treatment."

Cloris records Kaisan's status.

"Do not……"

Amid Kaisan's despair, a large number of identities gushed out of Paya's body, and the split [Parasitic Evil Beard] drowned it.

At the same time, the bodies of Faram and Onix Talboden were softening and softening, with various marine features growing on their surfaces.

This is a sign of "thirsty water".

Although [Deep Sea Monk] can summon the ocean, this will only increase their consumption, making them on the verge of getting out of control.

Paya's skin drooped, and Kaisan raised his hand in a daze, but dropped it powerlessly.

Cloris hurriedly carried them to the adjacent wine storage cabin and soaked them in the water tank prepared in advance.

The girl clapped her hands, temporarily solving the problem.The rest is waiting for Kaisan to ask for information after he wakes up.Even if the memory after parasitism can only be retained for a few months, it is much better than Cloris's forced invasion of the dream.

Although Kaisan didn't have time to show his ability, Cloris guessed that it should be related to the soul.

After Cloris went out, in the wine cellar, Falam, Onix Talbotden, and Kaisan opened their eyes at the same time.They have dense tentacles and spines growing on their bodies, and the disgustingly beautiful echinoderms have countless suckers.

Paya folded her hands on her chest, closed her eyes in horror, and prayed with a trembling voice: "My Father in heaven, I want to walk on the thorns of your suffering as you walk in heaven... My gracious pastor, Your punishment is the redemption I long for, and I will carry out your will, if this is your will..."

The wine cellar is fading.Like wallpaper, everything around is slowly peeling off.There was an ax shaking above the head, the mechanical wooden horse creaked and moved, blood and feces smeared the walls, and the burned and festered executioner came out, dragging a big knife.At the same time, the water tank was twisting and stretching, countless spikes appeared on the inner wall, and the hot molten iron did not extinguish or settle, but floated up little by little.

Seaweed-like tentacles sprout from the bubbles of molten iron.

Kaisan, Faram, and Onix Talboden lost their human appearance, their eyes were red, their voices were distorted, and they swam towards Paya with ugly postures: "Give me back your body, bitch, demon!!"

"I will walk among the thorns of your affliction..."

Paya tightly closed her eyes, daring to look out like an ostrich. Her prayers became sharper, horrified, painful, and terrifying. The hanging ax rubbed against the ear-piercing rusty sound, and the burning executioner swung the butcher knife.

"As you walk in heaven—Lord—"

Kaisan, Faram, and Onix Talboden pounced.

The butcher knife swung down.

446. Sheep

Leaving the wine cellar, Cloris closed the door, planning to make some drinks.As soon as she sat down, an inexplicable throbbing came from her inspiration. The throbbing seemed to be calling from the bottom of the abyss, as if the undead wandered for thousands of years, seeking an impossible miracle with poignant prayers.

"Payah?" Cloris put down her wine glass and strode back to the wine cellar.

The widowed priest's wrists are suspended by shackles with spikes, and she is covered with steel nails, and the blood lines dotted around seem to split her into an ugly Rubik's cube.

A ring of torches was burning in the lava, and three skeletons that looked like fish but not fish were slowly incinerated.

Cloris scratched her hair, she didn't expect these avatars to kill each other!

"Paia!" Cloris looked at the lava all over the ground, unable to find a place to stay.

Paya stared straight ahead blankly. She was in a state of insanity and murmured indistinctly. The charred corpse that had not yet turned into ashes climbed up from the lava, and climbed up bit by bit by her ankles. Burn marks on pale skin.

Cloris gritted her teeth, and bounced back with the backlash of Void Touch.She waved away the scalding scorched corpse, part of the damage was fed back to her arm, steaming red marks appeared on her skin, the girl rushed to Paya under the high temperature, and invaded her dream.

In the dream, Cloris saw Onix Talboden's despicableness, Falaam's obscenity, and Kaisan's brutality. The girl suddenly discovered that those clones were not independent individuals at all. , The new personality, will also flow into the dream of "Paya", making her confused and crazy!

"Doo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo duo . With octopus-like tentacles and sad eyes like a little girl, she looked up at the black-robed priest with a vague face, and said sadly, "Master Qifa, Cynthia feels very strange, it, it is..."

"It? No, it's you, my child." The black-robed priest bent down, stroked back the wet sideburns for her, and said gently, "Can you feel it, it's in your soul. "

"No, Master Qifa," Paya suddenly looked more like a woman, she hugged Qifa's hand tightly, "help me, that monster is devouring me, don't let it come out, don't..."

But immediately, Paya became innocent and poignant again: "Master Qifa, Cynthia is so uncomfortable."

"This is exactly the sin you have to bear," the black-robed priest stretched out his hand, "My good boy, let me grant you salvation."

"I..." In the pain, Paya showed self-pity and hatred, as if she was grasping a life-saving straw, she held the outstretched hand, which was delicate, soft and warm.

"Stand up, my sheep," Cloris said forcefully, destroying the gradually blurred image of Qifa in Yupaya's impression, "Am I allowing you to get lost? Don't indulge in those false fantasies, I want you to never lose your way." From now on, you will only see me and bow down to me."

Paya stared at the girl with scorching eyes, the dream was broken like a mirror, the torture chamber gradually faded, the woman fell on Cloris's shoulder with strength, and clenched her jade fingers that were the same as in the dream: "The shepherd..."

"Take a break, don't use this skill again." Cloris patted Paya's head gently, combed the priest's long hair soaked in blood and sweat, and sewed up his tattered teaching robe body.

"Cynthia..." Paya murmured, "I'm homesick."

Cloris was taken aback, but the pastor didn't say anything, but relaxed easily and fell asleep.

The girl carried Paya to the captain's cabin and placed him on the bed in the compartment.She took off the woman's robe and baked it in the stove, wiped her hair with a quilt, stared at this face that was so peaceful in the dream, and recalled what she had seen and heard when she first entered Paya's dream.

Chifa took in many children, including Cynthia and Fat Bucket, and they lived in a certain castle under the dark sky, but is there really only one such castle?

Qifa may not be strong, but in its normal state, Cloris can fight against one or two, and there is absolutely no problem in escaping.From the perspective of strength alone, there is no need for girls to be afraid of this guy.

The problem is that the girl can no longer measure Qifa as an ordinary individual.His network of relationships, his power to avoid the sight of the Holy Cult of Mercy, and his intrigues all show that everything is not over.

Even Onyx Talboden and the bigwigs of Gringul knew him, and it was hard for Cloris to imagine how far this unconventional bishop had come.

The woman in front of her had only one soul. It was hard to tell whether she was Cynthia or Paya. Cloris tended to have their memories no longer separated from each other.

The pale and thin woman obviously would not agree with this.

Cloris floated the "slave ship" that only transported one slave in mid-air, turned around and went to the power cabin, and piled up or dumped cans of concentrated source essence on the ground. Go to the rescue cabin and start the airship.

The girl once saw Prisna driving an empty pirate ship.Considering that she might need this skill one day, she briefly read some operation manuals, and occasionally took the nuns and priests of the Church of the Sun, driving a power boat around the various jurisdictions of the city that never sleeps, inspecting people's conditions, and spreading some small stories along the way. Blessings from Your Majesty.

After forging some false psychic remnants, Cloris carried Paya into the lifeboat, ignited the concentrated plasm, and walked away amidst the blazing fire and the ensuing explosion.

Paya Parasitic Faram and Onix Talboden still brought a lot of news.At least Cloris finally understood who was plotting against her.

It's ridiculous to say that Cloris doesn't have any connection with Gulingting's consortium, but those bastards who like little girls have photographed her through the photos offered by the secret alliance.Don't think too much, it must be that dwarf again.

With such an inference, Cloris entered her dream aggressively again.

The so-called fantasy dream is actually a dream that blurs the boundary between reality and illusion, can actually feed back and affect reality. Every fantasy dream depends on the fantasy dream world and is not independent.

Cloris has not yet mastered this ability, but in the previous confrontation with the planner, she barely grasped some doorways, so she was able to open up a small dream world and store the planner in the prison.

The dungeon under the palace.

The Gothic palace sinks in the sea of ​​consciousness, the grotesque bubbles are shining with splendor, the sea water circulates in the water prison under the control of the gate, and the wet and cold touch feels like reality.

Everything in the dream is the feedback of consciousness, but not all the elements come from Cloris.The vortex of the dreamland occasionally drifts in beautiful dream fragments. As a dream walker, she can use these fragments to decorate herself, raising loyal sharks that cruise the ocean, stone statue guards guarding the palace, and flowers and plants in potted plants.

These powers are exactly the power of the wish that Veronica has been collecting, but the power contained in the dream fragments in the vortex is far less than one ten-thousandth of the strong wish of the living.Simply relying on imagination and soul strength is a huge burden on the dream walker himself.

The accumulated water overflowed her ankles, and Cloris was barefoot, enjoying the coolness brought by the dream.However, this coolness to her caused planning to suffer from rheumatic bone pain for days.

The iron chain bells rang, and the sound of whimpering came from the prison room, and the faint flame of hell illuminated the dreamy tide of sea blue, shining brightly on the cherry-colored shackles.

This is the sixth time for Cloris to come to this place. She has nothing to do in the crystal coffin, so she naturally has to find fun with this vile mastermind behind the scenes... No, to torture information.

It's a pity that this woman has a strong personality, and she acts like a mad dog every time. If she relaxes the restraint a little, she may escape from the prison.Although the fire of hell has been burning, Cloris also suffered three to five hundred damages with the ability to injure the enemy one thousand.If the other party hadn't been crippled by Veronica in advance, Cloris felt that she might have carried the flames of hell and turned her dreams upside down.

Two white tails are turned upside down, a pair of Fufeng thin willows are dragging backwards on the ridge, Zhu Bei star points to the sky, the waves split the forest and valley in front of the foot, and scattered the morning dew on the delicate leaf veins.

Among the blue mountains and green waters, the snow gulls in the state of soaring in a fixed frame call like a bird.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!!"

Cloris turned a deaf ear and was not in a hurry to remove the restraint from the snow gull's beak.

Several exchanges were not pleasant, and the girl was even cut by the sparked water blade in her dream.

However, she still got some information about this woman.

"Vivienne," Cloris sat on the chair that appeared out of nowhere, and stared until the other party could no longer growl like a whine, before saying to the planner who turned her eyes away, "I haven't really tortured you for half a month. But don't challenge my patience, you are not a well-behaved slave, and I don't expect you to obey me, but you will be punished for disobeying the master's orders. You are a dishonest person, but I like to listen to the truth, so-" The girl's voice was cold, "Do you know what to do next?"

"Hmm." The planner nodded with tears in his eyes.

Cloris hooked her index finger, and the shackles on her planning lips were released in response.

"Little bitch, you stinky and shameless bastard, I only wish that I felt pity for you and didn't cut your throat with a dagger!" Unexpectedly, planning cursed in the swaying chains, "Half a month? You This spatter locked me up for 170 six days! You bastard, uh, let me go! I should let you have a taste of this, shameless devil concubine, you have the guts to kill me!!"

"The flow rate of consciousness is always different. The more excited and excited you are, the longer the time you experience." Cloris took a sip of coffee leisurely, refreshing herself in the bitter taste, "170 God... this should be a lot of consumption for you, if it is fed back to your consciousness..."

Cloris smiled and used dream fragments to conjure a croissant, and rubbed the greasy end against the corner of Planner's lips: "Feel hungry? You see, I am a very considerate master, if you are a little obedient..."

"Speech!" Planning to spit star-studded saliva directly on the girl's face.

Cloris' pretty face was dissolved with a white spot, but it quickly returned to its original state under the repair of the power of dreams.

In the final analysis, this is not the home of planning. Under the burning of hell, even if she can use the weak dream power, it is just a pointless struggle at the end of the road, and it will not hurt Cloris's soul in the slightest.

But the behavior is undeniably irritating.