"Click!"
Zheng Qing screamed in pain, rubbing his almost broken calf bone with one hand, and groping randomly on the ground with the other hand. He felt as if he had hit something when he fell.
When he landed, the parachute woven by magic vines turned into wisps of magic power and disappeared into the endless night of the black prison.
Soon, Zheng Qing knew that the previous feeling was not an illusion.
When he fell, he did hit something.
And the current situation of that ‘thing’ may be worse.
Because he touched a wet liquid with a hint of warmth. The young wizard hesitated, rubbed the warmth with his fingertips, put it under his nose, and sniffed.
With the unique fishy smell of demons.
is blood.
And it's the blood of demons.
In other words, when he fell from the sky, he killed a demon? This slightly absurd but conclusive idea flashed through Zheng Qing's mind. He once again reached out to the warm pool and touched the side.
.
The body is still twitching, the bones are broken, the fangs are hard and upturned, and the hair is thick.
Then he touched a puddle of something that looked a bit like tofu pudding.
Zheng Qing swallowed and tried to block his next thought - although he had killed many demons before, this was the first time he had killed in such a disgusting way - he wiped his hands on the corners of his robe randomly, trying to
He stood up, but forgot that his leg had just been injured. He let out a cry of pain and sat down again.
Paji.
The image of a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup taking shape appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.
This time, he was sure that he had gotten a lot of demon blood, maybe even mixed with some demon brain flowers.
"Damn Merlin!"
The young public-funded student cursed in a low voice and was about to say something else. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several streaks of scarlet, quietly coming from behind him.
"do not move!"
The wizard subconsciously sat up straight and roared. His finger was already on the trigger of the rune gun. The muzzle of the gun was hovering between the scarlet dots - he didn't know whether he was aiming at the opponent's head or between the two monsters.
There was no gap, because those scarlet eyes were always drifting in the darkness, so he could only keep moving the muzzle to ensure the deterrence of those with ill intentions.
Maybe because of his firm attitude.
Maybe it's just because of the terrifying aura coming from the rune gun.
Those scarlet dots stopped not far from Zheng Qing, like small hanging lanterns.
The wizard sat on the ground, rubbed his back, and glanced around quickly from the corner of his eyes, fearing that there were other demons that were outflanking him. At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the Dharma book and carefully turned the pages, trying to find a suitable spell.
"Hiss... cough cough,"
A hoarse voice coughed twice and asked in a very strange tone in a low voice: "...new here?"
"Um?"
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows. This was not like the way a demon and a wizard would greet each other. Feeling the smoothness between his fingers and the choking smell on his body, he suddenly had a suspicion.
"How do you know?" the wizard asked in a rough voice, also lowering his voice.
Several chuckles came from the opposite side, obviously coming from several different demons. The voices were soft or heavy. The only thing in common was that they also suppressed their voices very low.
"Because your eyes are still very bright," the rough voice explained simply: "The kind of brightness with the brilliance of the outside world... Of course, if you stay here for a little longer, the light under your eyes will sooner or later be destroyed by this damn thing.
swallowed up by the night.”
Zheng Qing blinked and then remembered that his eyes were bloodshot again due to the overflow of the power of the forbidden curse. In addition, his body was stained with the blood and brains of the dead demon, so it was not surprising that he was mistaken for a demon by the other party.
.
"It's still very fragrant!" The other demon sniffed hard, with an urgent impulse in his tone: "You still have a hint of the fresh and delicious taste of the little wizards... You just ate a small one outside.
A wizard? Where did you eat it? Are the bones brittle? What kind of sauce do you use to eat little wizards now? In our time, we used to dip it in datura sauce..."
"Ahem!" The first voice coughed hard twice, seeming to find his companion's behavior a bit embarrassing: "It just hasn't been exposed to the outside world for too long..."
"No, it's okay." Zheng Qing replied dully, while silently picking up more demon blood and brains from the ground, and applying them more fully on his body.
"Boss, I'm hungry!"
The sniffing sounds of other monsters came from the darkness, and the scarlet lanterns also became dim and bright: "It looks really delicious!!"
Zheng Qing seemed to be able to see the saliva in their mouths slowly dripping down their fangs, corroding into small smoking pits among the hard gravel.
He immediately shook the rune gun in his hand in warning.
Several 'red lanterns' swayed and slowly moved back a little.
"Don't get me wrong." The first demon's voice sounded again, but this time there was a hint of threat in its voice: "My brothers are talking about the dead guy next to you... It is a traitor to the ethnic group.
Hiding food privately...As usual, we need to dispose of its body...if you don't mind."
Zheng Qing did not immediately answer its words.
Because he finally found a suitable spell in the Dharma book.
He pressed his fingertips on the page number of the Dharma book. Although he could not see a word clearly due to the darkness, every match of the mantra in the page was clearly printed in his mind:
"That moon was not tiny, and this day is not tiny!"
The muttered spell sounded in this dry world, which seemed particularly abrupt.
This is a lighting spell that Jiang Yu taught him. Compared with the '咒比小星', although the lighting effect of this spell is not flexible enough, it has a longer endurance and consumes less magic power. It is very suitable for the current situation.
Along with Zheng Qing's spell, an extremely dim fluorescent light lit up.
Immediately, a huge mushroom head struggled to get out of the fluorescence. After looking around, it tried hard to pull out its slender body, swayed out of the Dharma book, and took root in the gravel.
With the first, there is the second.
After a while, dozens of slender plants lined up in a neat line around the wizard, spreading their umbrellas and swaying left and right in the cold night wind.
Perhaps he had never seen such a spell before. The scarlet eyes on the opposite side stepped back, and the leading demon shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
"I want to get acquainted with you," the wizard replied in a friendly manner.
Before he finished speaking, clumps of moonlight emerged from the heads of those plants, like soap bubbles, floating swayingly into the air, and then shattered, scattering cold moonlight all over the ground.
This chapter has been completed!