He bent down, rummaged through the blue blood, and took out a fist-sized, very eye-catching blue ball. Just when Dongchen wanted to figure out what this thing was, the monsters couldn't help but take action.
.
The first one to rush out was a flexible monkey-like monster. With the help of the wall, this guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks bared a mouth of fangs, and his sharp black claws pointed directly at the blue ball.
Watching the ball getting closer and closer, the monkey-like monster was delighted, its eyes full of excitement.
It's just that it seems to have forgotten one thing in its pride. The ball now has a home, and this home is very valuable.
"Go away!"
With a quick step and a flying kick, the monkey monster was swept towards the group of monsters with a side kick. Before Dongchen could take a breath, the restless monsters couldn't help but rush towards him.
There was no sword, no weapon. Looking around, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Click! There was a crisp sound, a black shadow flashed, and the broken scorpion tail swept past like a meteor hammer. The monster rushing in the front row screamed and flew upside down. In just two clicks, Dongchen stabilized the situation.
The monsters looked at the scorpion tail dragging on the ground in fear, and then looked greedily at the ball in Dongchen's hand.
Dongchen threw the troublesome thing up and down, causing a commotion among the monsters.
Several ghosts floating in the air couldn't help but pounce down.
He raised the corner of his mouth and put the ball into his arms, with his free left hand half raised in front of his eyes, Dongchen, who was reflected in the burst of blood flames, looked like Shura.
The ghosts braked hurriedly, but there was no rush.
Fire Palm!
He shouted softly, and dark red blood flames swept through the air. The retreating ghost definitely stopped, and an undercurrent blew past. Bang! It exploded into flying ash, scattering all over the ground.
"Who else?"
His bloodthirsty pupils were full of murderous intent, and he suppressed the scorpion poison surging in his body. Dongchen stared at these monsters and roared wildly.
The cold, heroic roar filled with murderous intent was heard, and the monsters all took a step back in fright.
They glanced at Dongchen's chest reluctantly, then fearfully glanced at the dead body on the ground, and finally looked angrily at the bloody scorpion sting, took two slow steps back, turned around and ran away.
The rumbling and chaotic footsteps gradually disappeared. He turned around and looked around the empty room. Dongchen was too lazy to look for a place and slumped down. He knew very well that these monsters must still be staring at him somewhere. As long as he
If you reveal any flaws, they will never let go of the opportunity to take advantage of you.
He took out a fist-sized ball and raised it to his eyes. He frowned and examined it for a long time. Dongchen secretly wondered if he should throw it away.
This thing is obviously a disaster in your hand, but if the monsters want it so much, it must be useful.
But what exactly is it?
Wei Wei squeezed it hard, Dongchen's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the soft skin with both hands and pulled hard.
The epidermis peeled off, blue light jumped out, and several low roars and commotions were heard in the distance. Dongchen caught the crystal-like object and couldn't help but think of what Christina asked for that day...
"This thing is a magic core!"
Although the colors were different, Dong Chen could already conclude that this thing was a magic core. He looked around and put the thing in his arms. He took two steps and rushed to the dead monster. After thinking about it, he raised a
The foot crushes the head.
"No?"
He pulled it twice with his feet, and after thinking about it doubtfully, Dongchen raised his foot and stomped it down again.
There was a muffled sound, his chest was sunken, he bent down and turned over the corpse, and Dong Chen wiped his blood-stained hands on the monster.
"Still not found. It seems that we need to find some interests to see."
The blood-red pupils glanced left and right, and a monster with half of its head exposed suddenly shrank back in fear. It leaned against the cold wall, its fangs chattering and fighting. The monster felt that it was better not to wade into this muddy water.
That guy is too scary, too terrifying. Yes, get out of here, hide, go home, and be safe at home.
The frightened monster dragged its long tail and ran away quickly against the corner. The other monsters still waiting looked at each other with disdain or struggled. A few cautious guys looked at each other and turned away, while the rest continued
Silently waiting for the opportunity.
Dongchen found a clean corner to sit in. This place had a wide view. Except for ghosts, other monsters who wanted to attack by surprise were basically delusions. And ghosts? What Dongchen was not afraid of the most were ghosts. Let’s not mention the power of the soul for the time being, just the blood.
The flames will kill them to death. As long as they are touched, they will be half-dead or half disabled.
The monsters are plotting against Dongchen, and Dongchen is plotting against them.
There is almost no light in the dark house, let alone the time. In this quiet place, where you can hear your own heartbeat, fighting for your life with a bunch of monsters is really depressing.
This is Dongchen. If it were anyone else, he would probably go crazy.
With a wave of his right hand, he tore the furry monster in front of him in half, holding a sharp spine in his hand. Dongchen covered his sore stomach and secretly calculated, but he couldn't figure out how long it had been. He only knew that it had been a long time.
Have a meal.
"Do you want to eat it or not?"
Smacking his lips, Dongchen, who was constantly wandering between appetite and reason, suddenly heard a soft crash.
"The sound of the door opening? It's the sound of the door opening!"
Flashing several times, it rushed like the wind towards the door that I had passed through many times in my memory.
Turning the corner and looking at the door leading to the light, Dongchen suddenly stopped and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
"What are you afraid of?"
After concentrating on his thoughts to no avail, Dongchen slowly walked forward, and a figure blocked the light.
With her long hair fluttering and her violet long bow half-opened, the woman standing at the door had a pair of dark eyes shining with a special light.
"One month?" Dongchen had a strange look on his face.
"One month." Shivanadelin gave the answer playfully.
He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, sighing and exhaling: "Time is so..."
Fast or slow?
Two thoughts were going back and forth in his head, and Dongchen shook his head in frustration, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
"They're all waiting for you. I think we need to hurry up."
The long passage continued to flow backwards. Looking at the humans in the coffins who didn't know when they would wake up, and the forgotten people walking silently, waiting for their companions, Dongchen had a complicated mood: "Perhaps, they will never wake up.
It will be better if you come."
The soft sigh attracted Shvana Delin's attention. Feeling the gaze on her body, Dongchen tilted his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I..."
"You're right." She sighed slightly and turned to look at the survival cabins. Shivanadelin looked sad: "If possible, I don't want them to wake up. I never want them to wake up. But..."
The sad expression turned into deep resentment, and Shivanadelin suddenly turned around: "We need revenge, revenge on the politicians who deceived us and the scientists who deceived us."
"Do you know where they are?"
Angry Youtong glared, then it turned into disappointment, and then into sadness: "I don't know, it's been too long, I really don't know, but... this is the only motivation for us to live."