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Chapter 53 Poster Silhouette

Jacqueline felt pain when she saw it. She subconsciously covered her chest and swallowed her throat. If she was an ordinary person, she might not have finished playing, but Digu was different. She didn't think Digu died so simply. She planned to study him carefully after going out. This is an extremely rare and rare material.

"Dig..."

Mariana wanted to go over and help because there was no Digu, but in her own words, it was a dream to subvert the huge Alfred family. But she was just a magic apprentice. Although she had good grades and had barely obtained the certification of a junior magician in the Hall of the Dharma Kings, for this situation, let alone her, even Jacqueline was watching her, and she could do nothing.

Now is the 1V1 time for Digu and the Nightmare Evil Spirit.

What no one expected was that Digu was hanging in mid-air...

If someone who knew Digu in his previous life commented on his words and deeds, he would have to be extremely gentlemanly and elegant. Not only did he make every move, but he would have a noble atmosphere between his eyebrows, and he even suspected that his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was on the guillotine during the French Revolution, and he was a real nobleman.

Digu called it a sense of responsibility because since he had an unparalleled appearance, he should be used and should not be careless. Otherwise, it would be too gentle to those ugly monsters who regard beauty as treasures.

After becoming a Goblin, this handsome man's burden was completely removed, and Digu completely let himself go.

No need to be featured in Times, no need to attract sexy supermodels, no need to examine the situation, no need to be stunning.

Instead, it released the wild beasts that were imprisoned in the deepest part of the soul.

The distorted terrifying devil.

It turned into a mad dog.

"Ah hahahaha..."

The heart-wrenching pain was conveyed to every nerve in Digu's body. This feeling of being penetrated made every pore in his body so wonderful.

Pain is a warning of physical damage, but when you know that it doesn't matter how to destroy it, the pain becomes unnecessary.

“WUE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~�

Digu made a disgusting and strange cry of unknown significance, as if he was deformed and perverted when he was trying to extend his dirty tongue to the beautiful girl's cheeks in a curious movie.

When the evil spirit gathers energy, that is, attacks, it has a solid shape. Digu grabbed the nightmare evil spirit and penetrates his arm, like a boatman pulling a boat with a rope on the riverside, pulling the rope hard and pulling himself over.

Every minute you go forward, a large amount of plasma bursts out, and you can hear the sound of blood and flesh slamming.

The Nightmare Evil Spirit seemed a little dazed, not knowing what Digu was going crazy suddenly. It pulled out its arm and turned its body into smoke again. Digu fell to the ground and even coughed up internal organ fragments in his mouth.

"This...the surge of power."

Digu looked at the big hole in his chest and was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. His recovery ability is not only doubled, but also a doubling of the geometric index. Not only the physical regeneration ability, but even the functional reset ability, have all been terrifyingly improved. He directly recovered all injuries during the battle, and his nearly unlimited battery life ability made Digu ecstatic.

That is, the evil spirit of the nightmare. If it is an ordinary weapon and its strength increase, even Digu's skin cannot penetrate it.

The evil spirit of the nightmare no longer hesitated and directly used its ability. With a bang, the whole body exploded into blood mist in the sky, opening up the domain field of the nightmare. The bright red mist fermented in the air, and the roar of a mad demon swept across the entire underground and rushed to everyone in the sea prison.

"Sorry... I can only care about myself."

Jacqueline's pity for everyone, and never expects to win in the competition of will, because what it wants to evoke is the most terrifying memory deep in her heart. Perhaps even the memories that she doesn't know can only pray that it will leave on its own after having fun.

Faster than a tsunami and even more fierce than a hurricane, these blood-red mists hit everyone's brains. The eyes of those who ran to the elevator were suddenly filled with blood, and terrifying blood and tears were overflowing from the corners of their eyes, and they were stunned, their whole bodies trembled, and they fell into endless terrifying nightmare.

Casa, Retham, Mariana, none of them were spared.

Digu was even more concerned about it. Bloody mist poured into his armor and penetrated wildly from his mouth and nose, trying to completely destroy Digu.

The nightmare... has begun.

...

...

At dawn, the lakeside hut moored with boats, a light breeze containing slight moisture formed a layer of water mist on the glass.

The light could not penetrate the graceful female body, and could only see a perfect poster silhouette sitting on the edge of the window, lifting up her slender and straight legs, and gently putting her stockings into it.

Digu discovered her as soon as he opened his eyes. Looking at the familiar back, he suddenly felt a little disappointed and seemed to be unsatisfied.

"I had a very strange dream."

Digu found a long black hair on the pillow, held it casually, placed it on his nose, and sniffed it greedily.

"Did you dream of other women? In that case, I will cut you into pieces and freeze them in the refrigerator and save them."

The poster silhouette said without looking back, and his plain tone seemed to be discussing today's breakfast.

"Is that true? Buy a better refrigerator so that I can stay with you longer."

Digu raised his hand and looked at it repeatedly, and found something was wrong. He always felt that the accuracy was not enough.

"This is why you make me obsessed. You always please me like this. I also had a strange dream, dreaming that you became an ugly monster with a green face and fangs, and were infected with a terrible skin disease."

The poster silhouette said this.

"Do you mind? Would you mind if you were to wake up in the same bed with the ugly monster every day?"

Digu picked up a fruit-cut dagger placed on the bedside table and asked.

"Of course, I will be disgusted, I will vomit, I will not be able to eat for several days, maybe for months, or for years. Who knows, maybe it is my biggest failure before being buried, and it may not be able to linger after being buried."

Poster silhouette replied.

“Is it that serious?”

Digu raised the fruit knife and asked in his face.

"Of course, if that monster wasn't you."

The poster silhouette opened the window and let the morning breeze blow in, swaying her long hair like a waterfall.

"No one knows how to please me more than you."

Digu put down the fruit knife, and he already understood everything.

"Dreams are the satisfaction of desires. People have hopes and cannot be realized in reality, so they can only be placed in dreams. Dreams are rejected and suppressed wishes appear in disguise."

Digu said this.

"What about the nightmare about pain? Is it also part of the wish?"

Poster silhouette said.

Digu was even more sure of the dream before and the authenticity of the woman in front of him.

"Every dream originates from the first power, desire, but is subject to the second power, defense and resistance of consciousness."

"Even the most painful dream, it can be explained by the satisfaction of desire, which involves the secret that people are unwilling to tell others and they are unwilling to admit. As long as they appear in a dream, it cannot be a coincidence of accidental events. The painful feelings evoked in the dream are precisely to prevent us from mentioning or discussing those painful things."

"I didn't expect you to be such an important thing to me. It seemed like I just met you today. It succeeded, it did succeed, if it was to cause me pain."

Digu said.

“Who is it?”

Poster silhouette asked.

"It's nothing, let me stay for a while."

Even if this is just a fake, Digu thought so.
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