Sherlock already has a complete plan in his mind.

According to Pipicia's description, the dragon's cave is a dangerous place. The reason why Hill asked himself to get the dragon crystal was that he wanted him to be trapped in the dragon's cave.

The dragon's caves are all sub-dragons. These sub-dragons are not Sherlock's opponents at all, but they are very difficult for Sennnum and others.

For Sherlock, the real danger is that as long as a monster with a blood volume of more than 100,000 appears in the dragon's den, it will trigger the real dragon curse.

Sherlock just exceeded this minimum score line and reached the admission standard of Vacuum Curse.

Even Sherlock cannot control this curse.

"True Dragon Curse: A curse that turns creatures into bodies and transforms the soul of creatures, suitable for the arrival of the original true dragon, with a failure rate of up to 99.9%"

Pipicia regained her true self in Sherlock's room.

She was wearing Sherlock's tolerant shirt, crossed her legs, held a book in her hand, and a pair of gold-wire-edged glasses.

This is not the first time that Pipicia's kiss has secretly worn Sherlock's clothes. Although she always makes Sherlock urge to pull the clothes back, she still gives up because she may not be able to beat her.

“What is the failure rate?”

Sherlock sat down opposite Pipicia, holding a cup of coffee, and did not sneak a glance at her slender and fair legs.

"That is to say, although 99.9% of creatures have been transformed in souls, they still cannot carry the arrival of real dragons, and eventually become polluted and unconscious monsters. These monsters will become food for the sub-dragons."

"In fact, this is how the dragons in the cave come from. They were originally just giant lizards on the island. Because they ate these vacuum-cursed creatures, they had some of the dragon's bloodlines and became dragons."

Pipicia personally pushed the gold-wireed glasses, changed her long legs and sat cross-legged on the chair.

Suddenly, Sherlock's door was pushed open.

It's Herring.

"Sherlock, was there someone here just now?"

Herring looked at the furry Pipicia kiss on the chair curiously.

Sherlock shook his head: "No."

"But I clearly saw a figure, but I thought it was a person from the tribe."

As Herring said, Pipicia stuck out her tongue.

It is also very shameful for an original deity to keep disguised in front of his clone.

But since Pipicia had agreed to Sherlock, she would do what she said.

Sherlock is the "door post" she chose.

Sherlock waved and signaled Herring to sit on his lap.

Heling sat obediently in his arms and said, "I want to act with the Sennnv tomorrow."

"Why?"

Sherlock's nose was close to Herring's long hair, smelling the fragrance of her silver hair.

At this time, Pipicia kissed a pillow, imitating Sherlock's movements, and muttering something in her mouth, which looked very funny.

Sherlock suddenly had the urge to throw it out.

Not only is Pipicia's bad taste, sometimes when Sherlock and Herring are having in-depth communication, it will suddenly appear from the crack of the space where the abyss connects the present world, making loud laughs.

This made Herring very embarrassed, while Sherlock was already immune.

Even when she was practicing in Yuantu, Sherlock often saw this fat bat reading peach comics seriously.

Sometimes she also has to discuss with herself what position is most aesthetically compatible.

Therefore, Sherlock really couldn't be a woman, and always felt that she was a big guy with a girl's skin.

Sherlock's gaze returned to Herring, and Herring bit her lips and said,

"Because I want to help Mori and the others."

"This task may be difficult, but they should be fine."

Sherlock didn't want Herring to be in danger, and even had the idea of ​​Herring staying by his side all the time.

Only by seeing her can you protect her.

Heling is his only weakness now. If he is captured by the Dragon Clan, he will feel like he has lost his wife and lost his troops.

"Sherlock."

Herring's expression suddenly became serious, and she rarely showed such an expression in front of Sherlock.

"What's wrong?"

Sherlock asked with concern.

"I don't want to hide behind you all the time."

Heling buried his head, a crystal liquid flashed in his eyes, and he said with courage,

"If you have been protected by you, the gap between me and you will only grow bigger and bigger. I hope it can help you, not become a burden to you, and I hope it can stand by you, not behind you."

Sherlock was stunned.

I remembered the assassination missions that Herring had performed for Houston.

I remember that Herring was not a flower raised in a greenhouse. Even though she looked like a simple angel on the outside, in fact, she was the queen of her own pride.

Even if she admires someone, she does not want to be protected and becomes a private property.

She wants to get recognition from this person and also wants to be his help.

Sherlock suddenly had the illusion that his daughter had to leave him when she grew up, but this illusion dissipated.

"I am worthy of being my woman,"

Sherlock pushed a candy away and handed it to Herring, "Since you have decided, you'll go, but there will be some danger."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Herring opened her mouth and put the pink fruit candy in her mouth. Her little tongue turned mischievously, arousing Sherlock's interest in exploring.

"Let Bedma go with you."

Sherlock explained again, and then he looked at Pipicia's kiss with a side face, "You should go back and rest."

"I don't, I'm going to watch the live broadcast here."

Pipicia raised her head proudly.

A few drops of sweat as big as beans appeared on Sherlock's forehead, which was speechless to Pipicia.

Heling said shyly with a red face, "I...I'm going to be with the Senn Girl tonight."

"All right."

Sherlock kissed her forehead and let her go.

Because Herring finally found a different kind of person, Sherlock knew that she must have a lot to know about.

Let the two women communicate all night long, so that they can go into Yuanmen to practice.

Sherlock and Pipicia entered the third floor of the Abyss Gate.

The Abyss Personality just came out of it and met the Master Personality.

Sherlock realized that the Gate of the Abyss had a high degree of integration with his spiritual world, otherwise he and the Abyss personality would not have appeared at the same time.

"Zhazha, you are here too."

This is how the abyss personality is called the master personality.

"You can try."

Sherlock clenched his fists and hit the Abyss Personality.

The corners of the Abyss Personality's mouth rise, showing a contemptuous expression.

The two personalities started fighting, and the training began.

Pipicia lit a cigar, imitated Clokdal's appearance and slutted it in her mouth. She coughed twice and gave up.

Compared to Clockdal, she was more used to Sherlock's way of eating candy.

She is eased.

These two personalities can be trained by themselves, which really saves a lot of Bailey.

This way I will lose another income.
Chapter completed!