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Chapter 1743 Bitter Fruit (32)

The descendant cannot represent himself. Although his behavior is extreme, his statement still makes some sense.

The white dress was shattered and blood and flesh splattered.

Sarah's mental state was indeed more agitated than usual, and her crazy self-mutilation actions could be said to come as no surprise.

It's a pity that Fu Qian turned sideways almost simultaneously and blocked the splattered blood with his other face on his shoulder, so that he didn't get any of it.

There was nothing I could do about it. The change might be sudden, but for a professional like him who was used to seeing abnormal things, it really wouldn't have any mental impact.

Of course, it seems that Sarah is not prepared to just do mental attacks.

After the abdominal cavity was torn open, no more weird things came out.

However, with this movement, it was like a switch was pressed, and Ms. Sarah's body began to expand rapidly. The expansion was so rapid and even that it was almost reminiscent of an emergency slide on an airplane.

Even her expansion index at this moment will definitely not lose to that thing.

In the blink of an eye, the passage, which was not spacious to begin with, was filled to the brim.

Except for the giant face that almost reached her body, it is completely conceivable that Sara's other body parts were also stretched to a considerable extent in the dark passage, like a plug blocking it.

Oh……

It seemed that the person involved had not completely lost consciousness. The next moment, his mouth opened slightly and he made a sound that could be understood as laughter.

But before Fu Qian could respond, the plump mass of flesh and blood seemed to have lost enough friction support and actually "flowed" down seamlessly.

It even seemed like the skin was torn out because it was stuffed too tightly.

Looking at the mixture of butter and blood seeping out of it, the crying in his subconscious suddenly became intense again.



So this is how to trap yourself below?

It does meet the purpose of doing everything possible to prevent yourself from running into the darkness.

The role Sarah played last time was to pretend to invite him out, but in fact, as a negative case, he finally scared himself away with a tragic end, which can be said to be a psychological attack.

However, after one failure, it is obviously impossible to use the same method again.

Dorian's choice was also very simple. He would use Sarah's gift almost like a showdown and use more physical methods to stop him.

Although this method is a bit too physical.

I feel like I can study fluid mechanics on that body to a certain extent.

At this moment, the latter is still growing, and has even poured out from the steps, as if filling the underground space with sausage stuffing.

But after all, the speed is limited, so there is still some room to dodge for the time being.

What is difficult to deal with is the cry that is coming back again in my head.

It was not that the influence of the two Hilaria was suppressed, allowing the cry to be heard again.

The former has not weakened at all, and is even accumulating to new heights - but the increase in crying is even more exaggerated.

For a moment, Fu Qian almost felt like a god was crying to him, not a heir.

And the effect brought about by this, in addition to the consciousness becoming increasingly difficult to control in this double tear, there is even -

puff!

He took a step back to let Sara drip onto his body more slowly, then he backhandedly inserted it directly into his left chest.

But this time what he took out was not a thick blood clot, but a beating heart.

laugh!

The other hand was not idle, and he immediately grabbed it from the blood hole in his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a blood clot that was several times larger than his heart.

Yes, just as crying breaks through the boundaries of dreams, so does the curse it brings.

Just now, as the cries were deafening, the intensity of the heart attack also increased dramatically.

Fortunately, we are professionals like us. If we just switch to other second-order ones, I'm afraid it won't be easy to cope with it.

Because of his previous operations, the heart attack lost its target and was temporarily cleaned up intensively.

He casually stuffed the heart back in and looked at the "mouth" in the meat ball in front of him.

It was obvious that the latter could no longer pronounce any meaningful syllables.

"Well said!"

It's okay, we can send it.

With a thunderous roar in agreement with Sara's statement just now, the gospel blast with full power was locked on her and blasted out.

A cry from a true god? Then cry louder for me.



It's definitely louder.

The gospel that can bring enlightenment to the essential spirituality is indeed extraordinary.

At that moment, the crying in the consciousness surged again, and it actually had the momentum to overwhelm the two Hilaria.

roar--

Even at the same time, a painful and crazy howl came from the deformed giant mouth, forming a duet outside of consciousness.

It still doesn't seem to be working.

Although Fuzen listened attentively during his discomfort, he finally came to a pessimistic evaluation.

Of course, doing such an action was not because he was a sadist or anything like that. When the cry that seemed to come from the superior himself appeared, he was still somewhat looking forward to it.

With this high-ranking and penetrating power, could it possibly bring about a breakthrough in the current predicament?

This operation was originally a two-way journey between himself and Dorian. He needed to use all his strength to deal with him, and he needed all his strength.

It's a pity that despite such smooth development, the gifts brought by Sara still looked mediocre in the end.

It is indeed a considerable threat, but in the final analysis it is just a powerful force in its own parallel time and space.

Bang——

And it seems that this is already his limit.

With a dull explosion, surging flesh and blood bloomed.

Sara, who was shocked by the gospel, after a period of strange calmness, finally couldn't bear any more and exploded.

Among the extremely unpleasant tastes, Fu Qian is naturally the first to suffer, and it is unavoidable.

But even so, there was still almost no contamination on his face, which was all blocked by the "high collar" on his two shoulders that he skillfully used.

Although there are no special evasion methods, such as Blood Conquest.

But in that case, the two Hilaria would probably fall off, and the double salvation would be forced to terminate, which was not what he wanted to see.

After a while, as all the obstructions on the road ahead fell to his feet, Fu Qian shook his head and climbed up the stairs.

There is no dawn yet, but we still need to work hard.

Theoretically, there should be three - maybe four - people in the church above.

The continuous upward movement, the gradually clear perception, brought a surprising and expected message.

And as he stepped onto the last step, he stepped into the front of the church again, covered in dirt, and naturally turned his attention to a place that was originally unoccupied.

Long hair, male, unfamiliar, high cheekbones.

Sitting in an almost symmetrical position with the man in the felt hat, his body was full of stiffness caused by fear.

I'm really busy from morning to night, so I'm sorry that I only have one update.


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