squeak!
He kept walking, not forgetting to close the door behind his back as he walked forward, and even adjusted his cloak casually.
The face sleeping on the bed was of course very familiar. I had even seen it in the mirror two days ago.
It’s really not easy to meet the Pope, Mrs. Nilegoria.
I didn't even have time to go back and change clothes.
Although the cloak on his body was professionally designed by himself, it was too riddled with holes and could not cover the broken flesh and blood underneath at all.
The overload of the mythical form just now has been reflected now.
The wounds that were not completely healed by the saw have almost stopped recovering at this time, and some parts have even dropped to negative numbers.
The specific manifestation is that the wound seems to be alive and is climbing and spreading around.
I'm afraid it will take some time to recover.
The reason why he did not spend this time to make the audience more solemn is also very simple - the pope on the couch seemed to be aware of it the moment he opened the door.
The specific manifestation is that there is a faint breath, and the body even moves slightly.
…
Without the main hall of believers, it looks more solemn.
And when Fu Qian was unimpeded and walked all the way to the seat, it seemed as if the witch, the source of the dim light in the whole world, was awakening from a deep sleep.
He took a long breath, and the next moment his eyes slowly opened, capturing the soul.
He didn't say anything before paying, but the smile still bloomed on that pale and charming face.
The next moment, she didn't even put down her arms and sit up straight. Instead, she raised the sleeves of her gorgeous and complicated robe and leisurely stretched out her left hand.
And in a wonderful synchronization, Fu Qian had already reached the seat and reached out his hand in a very cooperative manner.
It was delicate and cold, but this touch only lasted for a moment.
Soon, starting from the fingertips he held in front of him, the figure in front of him gradually became illusory and scattered like frost.
There was no change in his expression before payment.
The person sitting there was not a real person, he knew it right away.
A scrawled painting conjugated to the outside.
It seems that the witch kept a part of her farewell to herself in this way.
This is why I didn't hesitate just now.
The shadow in front of me is really too weak. If you go a little slower, you may not be able to reach out when you get close.
And this grasp seems to indicate that his escort journey has reached the end.
But it just seems.
Stab!
The sound of tearing broke the silence.
The cloak, which was already riddled with holes, was now completely scrapped.
And a ferocious huge mouth exposed below was aimed at the figure that was quickly withering on the seat, and he swallowed it in one gulp without hesitation.
An escort is an escort. As I said, we are not here to express our condolences.
Almost instantly, his eyes fell into complete darkness, accompanied by a familiar feeling.
The dark moon church in silence began to collapse again, quickly turning into smeared paint.
I am still no exception.
There was still no resistance before I paid.
…
When the changes stopped, it turned out that the Dark Moon Hall had disappeared.
In the art gallery, I was still in the same position as before, still looking at the paintings just now, as if I was just distracted.
Only the torn cloak and the tusks that were not fully retracted underneath recorded the visit just now.
Ahem!
Putting his hand on his chest, he took a deep breath and started coughing violently the next moment.
And with this rare movement, pieces of broken internal organs were sprayed from his mouth to the ground.
…
really not bad!
I am quite pleased with this change.
The teeth that are not fully retracted in the chest are not because the previous injury was so serious that he could not even close his mouth.
It was new injuries that caused this change.
After swallowing the Pope's Shadow, there was no gain in the usual sense due to the insight effect, not even a word.
What replaced it was the turbulent flow of life.
It's like there are eight water pumps running at full strength, spreading your own blood freely.
If it were normal, Fu Qian would still be confident that he could fight against it. After all, he had just been promoted to the second level.
However, the current situation can no longer be described as adding insult to injury.
Before paying, I felt very clearly that I could start the countdown to my entire life.
After some searching, I can only say this result - great!
For Fu Qian, it makes no sense to obtain another papal relic, ability or item after insight.
The current results are almost second best.
The first best thing is to get the message left by the Pope, which is as detailed as the street and corridor house number, indicating that I am in danger and the Templar Knights must come to my rescue immediately.
As for the current performance, it seems that there is only one piece of information left - I am in danger.
Getting worse is at least changing.
Although it was weak, the fragments of power he swallowed were equivalent to those of the witch, and it could be said that he had a connection with her.
And the ensuing reaction is that life flies by crazily.
If the witch really has completely disappeared into time, it is hard to imagine how it could have such an impact.
Even for the decay of corpses to be conducted, there must be a corpse.
This escort trip seems to have finally made a breakthrough.
Although there are no more details, it seems that the pope's true body is still in this world.
The only problem is, as the old saying goes, you don’t have much time left for yourself.
It won't take more than twenty-four hours, make sure you know this before paying.
At most, by this time tomorrow, my life will reach its end.
Mythic form cannot be activated, and this situation will not improve in the future.
Cough cough cough…
There was another violent cough. The cause was that Fu Qian found a wound and put his finger in it for a while.
After a moment, a blood-stained, curved object resembling a bone was pulled out bit by bit.
Of course it's not a bone.
Before transforming into a worm, except for the abnormally colorful lantern whose risk assessment was too high, almost all other items were taken away and absorbed into his flesh and blood.
Blasphemous Embrace is certainly no exception.
It's a pity that even after a day has passed, even during the medical mission, the latter is still unable to activate.
Its meaning seems to be just a key to the world.
But taking it out before paying now is not to swallow the waste and reuse it.
After wiping off the blood and putting it aside, Fu Qian's hand reached into the wound again and grabbed a certain angle of 120 degrees.
Sweet Dreams Headband.
This piece from the cloister, which can shield your gaze, has certainly not been left behind.
However, due to its slightly excessive size, when it was packed into flesh and blood, Fu Qian was very particular about the reasonable arrangement, and was even forced to recall the pain of organizing the backpack back then.
Considering the current physical condition, it is relatively effortless to take it out manually.
Click!
Little by little, he pulled the hexagonal cage out of the wound. This time he didn't even wipe the blood on it, and threw it directly on his head before paying.
no effect.
The vitality is still pouring out like an avalanche. ()
This chapter has been completed!