Although you can feel that the finger is abnormally stiff, as if it is trying its best to fight against some kind of bloodthirsty desire.
But this does not mean that the crisis is over, because the silent Hongyue did not take back his hand.
Not only that, but soon there were two fingers touching his forehead, almost copying the gesture when he closed it.
However, Fu Qian, who felt that his head was as brittle as tofu for the first time, still did not refuse this "caress", nor did he change his body to increase his resistance, so as not to disturb this "mother" who had finally transformed.
Even when the moon behind slowly stretches out.
Although I didn’t look back, the picture I felt before that moment was extremely clear——
Quietly, the red moon was already approaching its limit.
The shadows on the surface of the huge sphere, which were previously described as ravines formed by the body's distortion, are actually filling up into claws.
Again.
It is lighter and more flying than when Yasui Tokiyuki was kneaded into a ball, so that the body connected behind it seems to be able to stretch a little.
For a moment, the red moon actually briefly lost its original outline, showing an inner part that was as blurry as the figure on the seat, and at the same time contained infinite mystery.
It's a pity that I didn't have much time to observe, because the next moment, the long claw-like limbs were quietly stretched out in front of me one by one, and then slowly closed in, as if giving a sweet hug.
Even though I could feel the gentleness that was exerting all my strength, the area that was covered still felt like lava was flowing through it.
"Hehe...hehe..."
It was accompanied by nervous laughter that seemed uncontrollable.
Neither hiding nor transforming, Fu Qian still maintained an easy-going communication posture until his fingers and claws intertwined tremblingly in front of him.
As if he was trying his best to resist the urge to continue to close in, this sweet embrace was finally completed in the void with only a slap away from Fu Qian's body.
But it only lasted for a moment, and the fingers and claws seemed to have exhausted all their strength and retracted quickly with much higher efficiency than when they were extended.
"Annalise...can't wait until the long night."
There was even an extremely erratic sentence coming out.
…
Annalize, the ancestor of the vampire clan?
Although he may have experienced some kind of danger just now, it did not affect Fu Qian's thinking at all.
As a professional vampire actor, the name given by Hongyue is very familiar to him.
He even admired it with Serana, who gave the vampire the glory of red eyes.
And then He “failed to wait for the long night”?
This is quite a lot of information.
Needless to say, the long night is most likely the catastrophe that ended the age of mythology.
Then the ancestor of the blood clan had died before that?
The problem is that I have had a careful conversation with Serana, a vampire who has lived for more than five hundred years and has devoutly followed the footsteps of the ancestor. She has clearly revealed the mainstream legend of the ancestor within the vampire clan——
It was so powerful that it traveled through the Age of Mythology for many years. Later, in order to protect the world during the long night, it was injured, so that after the Age of Mythology ended, it began to appear as a red moon.
Although based on previous explorations and feedback from the Abyss Notes, it is almost certain that Red Moon is not Annalize. According to Serana, the ancestor of the blood race was indeed inactive before the Long Night...
But the latter did not survive the catastrophe at all, which is a bit scary.
Who did it?
To want an existence of that level to completely perish is a big deal no matter how you think about it... Could it be related to the Dark Moon?
During this trip to Xiyuan, after seeing the essence of law jump repeatedly between the two worlds, doubts about the relationship between Dark Moon and this world inevitably became stronger.
It's a pity that the witch is obviously much younger than Serana, and she doesn't know that much about some ancient secrets.
It seemed unrealistic for Hongyue to explain further - the figure in the blood-red dress on the armchair had disappeared.
Even without looking back, Fu Qian knew that all the long fingers and claws had been retracted, and the red moon was already high again.
It is indeed a distortion that even the gods find difficult to resist. The sublimated return order can only be comforted for now.
Hongyue's silence before was obviously because she was not in a good condition, and after briefly releasing herself with her own help, she seemed to need to rest for a while.
Although this does not mean that He left nothing behind——
Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at his chest, where the marks like bloody spider silk on the other party were flickering and spreading all over his body.
The outline of the mark is clearly long limbs hugging the chest tightly from behind.
Fu Qian blinked, and his thoughts moved his body, which turned out to be an extra layer of armor.
…
Every time I came back, I felt as miserable as if I had no clothes to wear, so I made myself stronger?
Dang Dang!
His fingers tapped on his chest, and there was a crisp sound. Fu Qian didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
The color is like dark silver, with dense slash marks. What appears in the blink of an eye is a full-body armor full of vicissitudes of life.
And if you look closely, you can see that the slightly raised patterns on it are exactly the same as the outline of the bloodstains all over the body just now.
It's as if there is such a body being cast on it.
The sweet hug that I had just insisted on not disturbing and allowing it to be completed had suddenly brought a gift from "mother".
And unlike ordinary parents' aesthetics, even from Fu Qian's point of view, the shape of this armor is quite good.
Coupled with a real sense of fragmentation, as if it has gone through countless traces of killing, it must be enough to become the most handsome boy in the crowd no matter what the occasion.
Although the visual effects are only the most superficial function.
Fu Qian was quite sure that although the armor was scarred by battles, it essentially had a strong ability to repair itself.
It's not even limited to itself.
Wearing it is similar to the Dimensional Poison Gloves. The armor has already been deeply integrated with oneself, and the effect is that the recovery ability has increased again.
This authority is obviously closer to Red Moon than letting myself run around naked under any circumstances.
As for the shape of the armor, considering the traces of distressing, it can hardly be said to be Hongyue's temporary creativity.
Combined with the chair given to him before, it seems that Yasui Tokiyuki's ability to embody legends has been digested to some extent.
While silently appreciating it, Fu Qian felt the wounds being repaired with higher efficiency, but a special idea suddenly flashed across his face.
The divine power that seems to belong to the King of Abandoned Prisons blooms and disillusiones in one place.
"It's really fast..."
While muttering to himself, Fu Qian was already heading back the way he came.
Although the idea was vague, it was still enough for him to confirm the aura on the other side - Miss Wen Liwen, the new extraordinary genius in Beijing.
That bullet was fired.
Sorry for the recurring condition of my ears, but the problem shouldn't be serious. I'll take a break today to update.