Chapter 136 Death (5)

At this extremely critical moment, the clever little demon grabbed the doorframe in front of the palace door with one hand. His whole body and the ink soul were floating on the sea of ​​​​blood outside the palace. The sea of ​​​​blood was still turbulent, and anything that fell to it

Everything in it will be absorbed instantly, turned into small particles that cannot be detected by the naked eye, and become a real member of the sea of ​​​​blood.

At this moment, the little demon took a deep breath, flapped its wings violently several times, and suddenly, the little demon and Mo Hun flew into the hall again.

Mo Hun's prostrate body stood up tremblingly, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. The blood was extremely bright, like a polished weapon.

After a long time, Mo Hun finally straightened his waist and met the gaze of death.

Even if it bleeds, from the expressionless God of Death

The hand of the God of Death did not heal instantly, but was a penetrating wound that was bleeding profusely.

Judging from the super calm expression of the God of Death, it seemed that the hand was not his. He seemed not to feel any pain at all. Looking at the hand that was bleeding profusely, he just maintained that posture and kept raising his eyes.

He didn't even blink, it was extremely strange.

Mo Hun's body was completely standing up now. Then a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Hun's bloodthirsty eyes. Then he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with all his strength, raised his head high, and looked happily at the God of Death.

Said: "You finally took action."

The God of Death heard this, but did not rush to answer. He just nodded calmly, his eyes wandering and absent-minded, showing another kind of calmness and calmness, which made people dare not underestimate his existence, because every time he

Every movement and every look seems to have a different kind of magic power, controlling people's minds and leading them to the edge of terror.

At this moment, the giant dragon's body was huddled up in a ball, consciously or unconsciously avoiding the eyes of the God of Death. It huddled in a ball without making any movement, and its eyes were full of shock and panic, as if it was afraid of the God of Death.

As if he was slapped with a palm, he buried his head heavily in his chest. At this time, the pride that should have existed in the dragon clan had long since disappeared again.

Of course, Mo Hun saw this in his eyes and was troubled in his heart.

Logically speaking, Mo Hun should be very happy and excited when his enemy looks dejected now. Why does he feel a sour taste at this moment? Could it be that he is sympathizing with the dragon and this declining race?

The only surviving soul?

Maybe, Mo Hun has never felt like this, pitying his enemy like this. Now Mo Hun sees the dragon completely insecure, and feels a sense of intimacy in his heart.

Once upon a time, I had been so helpless and hesitant. At that time, the most right thing I could think of was that it would be great if there was a strong man willing to take me away.

Does the giant dragon also have such thoughts in his mind now?

Is she also thinking about the same problem as she once thought about?

I don't know, I don't know at all. No one can answer Mo Hun's question. The only one who can answer is the dragon's eyes, which are almost desperate.

At this moment, the explosion that had been silent for a long time finally arrived.

This explosion was not just seen by the God of Death and Mo Hun, but by the God of Death and another person.

That person is not a little demon, but a man.

A man who is as sharp as a knife. Anyone who sees this man will be impressed by the sharp aura he carries, and Mo Hun is no exception. When Mo Hun saw this man, the look in his eyes

There was a hint of deep admiration in it, and more of a sense of relief and happiness at seeing each other again after a long separation.

That person is a man that makes Mohun dream about him.

Falling Eagle.

It's just a simple name, composed of two words that are not considered complicated in this world. But it is these two simple words that make Mo Hun's heart surge with waves one after another for a long time.

Can't calm down.

The appearance of this man is no accident.

Because after the God of Death knocked Mo Hun's body away with a palm, his injured hand reached towards the first crystal coffin without any pause.

That is the coffin holding the falling clouds.

When the hand of death flicked towards the coffin, Xiao Yao's brows were startled, but after a moment, he let out a sigh of relief.

, because now the protagonist of this battle has arrived, gently feeling the hidden deep breath, thinking about it, he has been here for a while.

There is no need for Xiao Yao to take action now. Someone will be more eager to take action than Xiao Yao to settle all this.

"Stop it, your dream will never come true after all." Luo Ying's body appeared flutteringly at the entrance of the hall, as if it was made of air, so perfect, so incredible.

So much so that when he came, the God of Death did not show the slightest bit of surprise, but was surprisingly indifferent, just like seeing mosquitoes in the summer or snowflakes flying in the winter, without showing any sense of surprise.

The original place was just empty, but the next second, a person appeared out of thin air. In everyone's opinion, this is an extremely incredible thing, isn't it?

Therefore, when Luo Ying's body appeared out of thin air, Mo Hun's heart was suddenly startled. The reason why his heart was unable to react was because his eyes saw what he had been looking forward to for a long time. To tell the truth, he expected

The person who is looking forward to it.

Mo Hun really wanted to see this person.

I don't know why, this person is not related to me, but Mo Hun is still so eager to see him.

Because of the appearance of Falling Eagle, Demon Soul once knew what justice is and what dreams are.

According to Luo Ying's ideological and moral level, what Death did was contrary to justice. Death's dream cannot be called a dream, but an almost perverted wishful thinking.

The God of Death wants to kill everyone and make the world a hell, and he becomes the real master of this hell, that's all...

At this extremely critical moment, the clever little demon grabbed the doorframe in front of the palace door with one hand. His whole body and the ink soul were floating on the sea of ​​​​blood outside the palace. The sea of ​​​​blood was still turbulent, and anything that fell to it

Everything in it will be absorbed instantly, turned into small particles that cannot be detected by the naked eye, and become a real member of the sea of ​​​​blood.

At this moment, the little demon took a deep breath, flapped its wings violently several times, and suddenly, the little demon and Mo Hun flew into the hall again.

Mo Hun's prostrate body stood up tremblingly, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. The blood was extremely bright, like a polished weapon.

After a long time, Mo Hun finally straightened his waist and met the gaze of death.

Even if it bleeds, from the expressionless God of Death

The hand of the God of Death did not heal instantly, but was a penetrating wound that was bleeding profusely.

Judging from the super calm expression of the God of Death, it seemed that the hand was not his. He seemed not to feel any pain at all. Looking at the hand that was bleeding profusely, he just maintained that posture and kept raising his eyes.

He didn't even blink, it was extremely strange.

Mo Hun's body was completely standing up now. Then a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Hun's bloodthirsty eyes. Then he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with all his strength, raised his head high, and looked happily at the God of Death.

Said: "You finally took action."

The God of Death heard this, but did not rush to answer. He just nodded calmly, his eyes wandering and absent-minded, showing another kind of calmness and calmness, which made people dare not underestimate his existence, because every time he

Every movement and every look seems to have a different kind of magic power, controlling people's minds and leading them to the edge of terror.

At this moment, the giant dragon's body was huddled up in a ball, consciously or unconsciously avoiding the eyes of the God of Death. It huddled in a ball without making any movement, and its eyes were full of shock and panic, as if it was afraid of the God of Death.

As if he was slapped with a palm, he buried his head heavily in his chest. At this time, the pride that should have existed in the dragon clan had long since disappeared again.

Of course, Mo Hun saw this in his eyes and was troubled in his heart.

Logically speaking, Mo Hun should be very happy and excited when his enemy looks dejected now. Why does he feel a sour taste at this moment? Could it be that he is sympathizing with the dragon and this declining race?

The only surviving soul?

Maybe, Mo Hun has never felt like this, pitying his enemy like this. Now Mo Hun sees the dragon completely insecure, and feels a sense of intimacy in his heart.

Once upon a time, I had been so helpless and hesitant. At that time, the most right thing I could think of was that it would be great if there was a strong man willing to take me away.

Does the giant dragon also have such thoughts in his mind now?

Is she also thinking about the same problem as she once thought about?

I don't know, I don't know at all. No one can answer Mo Hun's question. The only one who can answer is the dragon's eyes, which are almost desperate.

At this moment, the explosion that had been silent for a long time finally arrived.

This explosion was not just seen by the God of Death and Mo Hun, but by the God of Death and another person.

That person is not a little demon, but a man.

A man who is as sharp as a knife. Anyone who sees this man will be impressed by the sharp aura he carries, and Mo Hun is no exception. When Mo Hun saw this man, the look in his eyes

There was a hint of deep admiration in it, and more of a sense of relief and happiness at seeing each other again after a long separation.

That person is a man that makes Mohun dream about him.

Falling Eagle.

It's just a simple name, composed of two words that are not considered complicated in this world. But it is these two simple words that make Mo Hun's heart surge with waves one after another for a long time.

Can't calm down.

The appearance of this man is no accident.

Because after the God of Death knocked Mo Hun's body away with a palm, his injured hand reached towards the first crystal coffin without any pause.

That is the coffin holding the falling clouds.

When the hand of death flicked towards the coffin, Xiao Yao's brows were startled, but after a moment, he let out a sigh of relief.

, because now the protagonist of this battle has arrived, gently feeling the hidden deep breath, thinking about it, he has been here for a while.

There is no need for Xiao Yao to take action now. Someone will be more eager to take action than Xiao Yao to settle all this.

"Stop it, your dream will never come true after all." Luo Ying's body appeared flutteringly at the entrance of the hall, as if it was made of air, so perfect, so incredible.

So much so that when he came, the God of Death did not show the slightest bit of surprise, but was surprisingly indifferent, just like seeing mosquitoes in the summer or snowflakes flying in the winter, without showing any sense of surprise.

The original place was just empty, but the next second, a person appeared out of thin air. In everyone's opinion, this is an extremely incredible thing, isn't it?

Therefore, when Luo Ying's body appeared out of thin air, Mo Hun's heart was suddenly startled. The reason why his heart was unable to react was because his eyes saw what he had been looking forward to for a long time. To tell the truth, he expected

The person who is looking forward to it.

Mo Hun really wanted to see this person.

I don't know why, this person is not related to me, but Mo Hun is still so eager to see him.

Because of the appearance of Falling Eagle, Demon Soul once knew what justice is and what dreams are.

According to Luo Ying's ideological and moral level, what Death did was contrary to justice. Death's dream cannot be called a dream, but an almost perverted wishful thinking.
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