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Chapter 101 The ravings of the three-headed dog of hell
The arrogance of the three-headed hell dog is slowly fading away.

Gradually, the brilliance in its eyes gradually faded, and it was no longer as full of brutal and threatening aura as it was at the beginning.

The scars on the body are constantly increasing.

Under the siege of the crowd, it gradually began to walk towards the strange road of death.

Although the strength of the three-headed hellhound is sufficient, its intelligence seems to be slightly lacking.

If it were any other beast or spirit beast of the same level, it would already have not weak spiritual intelligence.

But the three-headed hellhound is just a gatekeeper after all, and has not gone through so many intrigues in the cruel world outside.

Of course, if he had gone through so much, he would probably die on the way.

After all, the outside world is very dangerous. There are all kinds of food outside. You eat me, I eat you, and even eat yourself.

And the power of the hell three-headed dog comes more from the gift of Hades.

It is naturally so strong.

But at the same time, there is also a trace of smoke and fire.

It is precisely because of this missing trace of pyrotechnics that it quickly appeared flaws under the siege of the crowd.

Then it started to collapse bit by bit.

It used to be awed and feared by many other beings because of the powerful power gifted by Hades.

But today, because of this powerful power gifted by Pluto, he is gradually dying.

It didn't say what was right or wrong, but each had a choice, and at the time, it didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Or, at the time, it was actually a good thing.

After all, as one becomes stronger, who wouldn't want to see oneself become stronger?

And at that time, it was just a young paparazzi, he didn't have so many choices, and he didn't know the direction to break free from the shackles of his own destiny.

Stumbling along the way, who knows what they can encounter and what they encounter.

Chance, danger, good, bad.
We have no way of knowing, all we can know is that we are always on the road, and we are always moving forward firmly.

It is good to do well in the present moment without any regrets.

Many things do not need to be forced, the present is actually the best arrangement.

But the three-headed hell dog who was about to die at this time would not think so simply.

I am about to die, and I can't care about many things anymore.

When death comes, it can't do such a Buddhist thing.

In his consciousness, the moment he was a very small dog, he was endowed with powerful power and was also given the responsibility of guarding the door.

In fact, he didn't have much fun. In his life, he didn't have many, er, good experiences of life.

Since he was born, he has been in this small caged world. He has never seen the vast rivers and seas outside, never seen the spring flowers and autumn moon, never seen the summer cicadas and autumn birds, never admired the flowers, never seen the moon, never experienced There are too many things.

Even in many cases, his sense of happiness is not as sufficient as other little beasts with first-level strength.

I have never experienced this world well, and now it will leave soon.

The sun will still rise tomorrow, and the long wind will pass by in this wilderness mountain. But when I think about not being able to see myself again, the three-headed hell dog will inevitably feel a little sad.

At this moment, he finally understood that this was his fate.

Unstoppable, it turns out that some things have already been written.

You can't change yourself, and of course you can't change it.

The stories written in the book have protagonists and supporting roles, moons and stars.

Birds and fish, boys and girls, sea and land have all appeared in the stories in the book, including this dog who has been guarding the first level of Pluto's inheritance.

It's just a poor dog waiting here silently, and it only takes up a little space in the story.

Although the author is working hard on hydrology, at the same time as he is working hard on hydrology, he continues to add scenes to this hell three-headed dog, and constantly adds activities in his heart.

All of this is just to prove that, in fact, it used to exist.

His insignificant dog also existed silently in the pages signed on the Internet.

The short record, although the hell three-headed dog will leave eventually, but being written in this space proves that at least it has not been completely forgotten.

As time went by, the three-headed dog finally couldn't hold on.

Under the siege of the crowd, it became dying.

However, at the last moment of its life, it will finally bloom the last light of its life.

"Roar--"

With the roar of the hell three-headed dog, what followed was the flames on its body burst into flames!
All of a sudden, this small world was brightly lit.

Everyone was forced to retreat again and again.

The scorching flame snake waves continued to spread, like the arrival of a ruthless god.

"Get out of the way!"

"No, this is the hell three-headed dog is going to release its ultimate move!"

"Everyone pay attention to safety!"

Under the fierce attack of the hell three-headed dog, everyone was forced to retreat.

Meng Luo took a step back and was even burned by the flames.

He was very embarrassed.

Munro backed away with a hideous face.

If you offend a darkin who likes to maintain an elegant image, or destroy his elegant image.

Then, you just wait to bear the anger of the other party.

The hell three-headed dog is blooming its last light.

He knew that after blooming, he would die soon.

Like a candle facing the wind, when the strong wind blows, first the flame dances endlessly with the strong wind.

In the end, it quickly disappeared, completely extinguished.

The three-headed hell dog knew that it was about to be extinguished.

In fact, this is not a kind of relief for him.

It has long been tired of being stuck in this small world all day long.

But it has no good way to escape, it can only live a boring life day after day.

If you dare not die by yourself, it is better for someone else to end your last life.

Gradually, the three-headed hellhound silently closed his eyes, waiting for the final sanction of his life.

It's over, it's all over.

Goodbye to myself, good-bye to this small cage, good-bye to Pluto's inheritance
Seeing the fire going down, Meng Luo, who was burned in a mess, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

So, he slowly raised the delicate revolver in his hand.

Point the gun at the three-headed hell dog not far away.

Munro's eyes were full of anger, and his burnt hair seemed to make him a little embarrassed.

Dark energy began to slowly gather at the muzzle of the gun.

"Destroy it!"

As the trigger in Munro's hand was pulled, everyone saw a black light shooting out.

next second.

"bomm!"

There was a loud sound and a billow of smoke.

The power of this shot is terrifying, too terrifying.

We rarely see Munro shooting, but as long as he shoots, almost every time there will be a loss of life.

(End of this chapter)