"Hey, don't faint like in the TV show. You haven't made it clear yet." Xiaoyu shook the elf's body crazily and said anxiously.
This is all a bloody plot. If you die like this, how can you save people? Do you want to play reasoning?
"Xiaoyu, stop shaking, he is still alive." Yunika directly held down Xiaoyu's hands, fearing that she would shake the dying elf to death.
"Uh?" Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, watching the increasingly confused elf subconsciously let go, and with a click, the elf fell to the ground again, letting out a weak groan.
"Um. I've been watching too many TV series recently. I'm sorry." Xiaoyu apologized quickly and then changed the subject tactfully: "What's the matter with Santa Claus you mentioned? And what's wrong with you?"
"Hurry, darkness is coming. It has swallowed up the Christmas house. The situation is critical now. Grab my hand and I will lead you over." The elf resisted the turbulence in his stomach and stretched out his hand with difficulty.
Xiaoyu blinked, and the sound of helicopter propellers was heard in the sky. After more than an hour, dad finally arrived.
Surprise flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes, and before she could speak, the elf's hand had already held her, and Xiaoyu disappeared in an instant.
The little eagle was stunned. It stretched out its paws and touched the place where Xiaoyu used to be. After confirming that the big owner had disappeared, it suddenly became anxious. Even the little white cat next to it was running around anxiously.
It brought a bit of chaos to the field.
"Don't worry, it's okay. Let's gather the tribe members quickly and rescue our king when she comes out." Unica is also anxious, but the main task of their cat people now is to release the tortured king.
The little eagle ignored her, and after spinning for a while, it quickly flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the sound of the propeller outside the passage.
Obviously, it doesn't have time to wait for the king to show up.
There was panic in Yunika's eyes. She picked up the little white cat on the ground and ran quickly after the little griffon, meowing continuously from her mouth.
The sound was so sharp that it even penetrated the rocks and spread freely throughout the city.
Some cat people who heard this voice also followed the guidance of this voice and quickly gathered together. They also made the same voice on the way here.
For a time, the entire city was filled with strange meows.
"Xiaoying? Why are you here? Where is Xiaoyu?"
In mid-air, the father on the helicopter looked at the very anxious griffon in front of him and asked.
"Woo~huh~"
The silent griffin was very anxious. It was scurrying around with its four legs gesticulating, and it kept making anxious sounds from its mouth.
"Dad doesn't know gryphon, please call Xiaoyu out." Dad obviously didn't understand what he was doing, and said in a confused tone.
The little griffon became even more anxious. Its sharp eyes turned to a figure below, and it immediately swooped down. Without any reaction from the cat people, it directly picked up Unika with its lion paws and instantly rose into the sky.
At this time, the father's eyes gradually became serious, and he seemed to have realized something.
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Christmas space.
This place has become a ruin, with only the remains of the Christmas house left. The elves fell in the ruins and groaned. A giant green snake surrounded them, with a black gold figure on top of the giant snake's head, and Hunting Cold Wind.
The wildly dancing snowflakes add a touch of cruelty and beauty to this scene?
Shen Zhao looked at the soul of Santa Claus in his hand and frowned. He clearly felt the hope and authority, but why didn't this guy Mao have it in his soul?
"Where is the authority of hope?" Shen Zhao threw a large ball of justice on his left hand into the monarch space, and asked with his scarlet eyes staring at the soul on his right hand.
Santa Claus looked at the elves rolling around on the ground, his eyes full of worry, but he didn't answer Shen Zhao's words, and he didn't seem to be afraid of death.
"It doesn't matter," Shen Zhao murmured and stretched out his hand. An elf exploded into blood mist and died tragically on the spot.
It was also at this moment that a flash of panic flashed in Santa Claus's eyes: "Wait, let me say"
"No need." A faint smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and a small purple bag flew out of the pocket of his windbreaker and opened it in the sky.
At this time, all the elves present were invaded by darkness at the same time. It was also at this moment that Santa Claus roared in despair: "Ah, that is the hope of the children, you can't take it away."
He wanted to die together with the demon monarch in front of him, but the soul of the monarch in front of him was so powerful that the soul he had nurtured for nearly a thousand years was unable to invade.
"No, no, please, don't take away the children's hope."
Shen Zhao was too lazy to listen, and the darkness surged in his hands, rubbing Santa Claus's soul into a ball, and the cry from the soul disappeared instantly.
Except for the blowing of the cold wind, there was no sound around.
Shen Zhao's eyes widened as he looked at the small purple bag that was running. No wonder Santa Claus was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that these elves would be harmed. He thought he was being kind and actually hid his hope in them.
A trace of dreamy light points ahead were pouring into the small bag in the air from the clouds of blood mist.
"You actually use hope to shape your life. It's amazing." Shen Zhao clicked his tongue in surprise.
The elves in front of you are not actually real creatures. They are more like magic items, or creatures similar to Quetzalcoatl, except that they are lower level than Quetzalcoatl.
After all, fear and hope are equal, and the hope in front of us is very different from the fear of the Mirror God, not even one tenth.
Quetzalcoatl's sun and agricultural authority are the real authority. As for the sky, it belongs to Ximu. Quetzalcoatl can only fly.
But even so, this hope power is an unexpected surprise. It was originally just for fun, but in the end, I got emotional power. This is the result of winning a lottery ticket.
Shen Zhao waved his hand, and dark ninjas appeared one by one and knelt down on one knee. The combat effectiveness of these ninjas was at the same level as Xiaoyu summoned. They were all super thugs who could challenge Chen Long in a duel. The situation of paddling was no longer the same.
will appear again.
"Empty this place." Shen Zhao waved his hand. He had not forgotten Wa Long's request. This time, the guy's power was not as great as usual.
After taking back the small bag that had absorbed the power of hope, Shen Zhao still had a very big doubt. Are the black energy and righteous energy really broken?
This kind of information can let Valon know that it's nothing to be just a Santa Claus, but this is hope. How can he get the front of the two major emotional powers?
Unless there is a super bloody plot about to happen.
As soon as this thought came out, there was a wave of space fluctuation behind him, and a familiar breath appeared not far away.
Shen Zhao turned his head and immediately looked at the little girl.
Shen Zhao: ".?"
Xiaoyu: "Hey, I don't want to come. Do you believe it?"