Lost in blood

The snow lasted for a day and a night. The next night, Xia was a little worried, "Will that old witch go out with such heavy snow?"

"I don't know, so I have to go and see." Nass patted his cheek, "You stay here, okay? It's cold outside."

"Not good!" Siya refused.

"Okay." Knowing his little lover's temper, Nass didn't intend to continue persuading him, "Then change clothes and go."

"It would be great if I could wear a big skirt." Xi Ya sighed regretfully, "Walking in the snow with a long tail must be very gorgeous!"

Nas automatically ignored this sentence.

The old witch's house was on the edge of the city, not big but not shabby, and even very delicate.

"It's newly built." Nass said, "There isn't even much grass around the house."

"It doesn't fit in with the rest of the dilapidated houses." Xia looked around, and in the gray old houses, this red cabin was quite eye-catching.

"Is it from the person who gave her food?" Xia guessed.

Nass smiled and said nothing. "What did you think of?" West Asia is too familiar with Nas, and each of his expressions represents a different meaning.

Nass made a silent gesture to him.

The door of the cabin creaked open, and the old witch came out wearing a thick cloak and leaning on a cane.

The surroundings were quiet, only the blizzard was blown by the strong wind.

On the stone path, the witch walked very hard, and the shallow footprints were only a few minutes before being covered again by the heavy snow falling from the sky, without a trace of trace.

Nas and Xia held hands and followed her in the barrier together.

Passing through the houses lined up, the silent market, the barren suburbs, and finally arrived at a dense forest.

The old witch was resting under a tree, as if she was tired from walking.

"It's just to deliver some food, why do you have to go so far?" Xi Ya was puzzled.

"Because the other party's purpose is not to help witches at all." Nass put his arms around his shoulders.

"Why is that?" Sia asked.

"We." Nass said.

"Us?" Sia widened her eyes.

"If the witch really knew something, she would have been killed by Plutarch long ago." Nass said, "She is useless at all."

"Then you still come here!" Sia complained.

"It's very strange that a witch can walk such a long distance to the market with a sickle and want to kill you in such a violent way." Nass said, "And I asked everyone in the market that day to make sure she wasn't Come in through the entrance."

"Do you suspect that she was teleported to the square by magic?" Xia asked.

"That's right." Nass nodded.

"What's the purpose?" West Asia couldn't get around.

"Take us here." Nass replied.

"So this is a trap?!" Xia frowned.

"90.00%, yes." Nass said.

"Then you're still here!" West Asia was dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, she thought it was pretty cool.

"Using a witch to attract our attention, linking her with Jojojo King, deliberately repairing a new house, and sending her food in the middle of the night is nothing more than making us think she is special." Nass rubbed his head, " But I am still willing to act with him, only in this way can we draw him out and achieve our goal this time.”

Suddenly a crow flew out of the forest, with a basket of food hanging from its claws.

The witch took it, bowed reverently and respectfully towards the forest, then turned and staggered away.

Nas and Xia held hands and walked towards the direction the crow came from.

"Are you afraid?" Nass asked.

"Scared!" Xia frowned, shaking her sleeves in disgust, "I hate these snow bugs flying around! How disgusting!"

"Then find a way to make him appear quickly." Nass stopped and raised his chin slightly.

Xi Ya closed her eyes cooperatively, and removed the invisibility barrier around the two of them.

The fiery kiss ignited all the passion, and the lingering and devotion of Xi Ya kissed, and she moaned out of emotion.

"Little fairy." Nass bit his lower lip lightly, "Don't make such a sound for others to hear."

Xia got worse, knelt on the ground to untie his belt, and licked his lower lip teasingly.

Countless white light arrows shot out from the forest in an instant, and Nass had been prepared to pick up Sia and blocked those attacks with a barrier.

"Oh, I didn't even lick it." Xi Ya felt very sorry.

"Come out." Nass said coldly.

The leaves rustled, and Plutarch came out slowly with a sullen expression, followed by a group of great wizards.

"It turns out that you guys like to form a team to deliver food to the poor in the middle of the night." Sia exclaimed, "What a good character."

"Leave him, and I'll let you go." Plutarch looked at Nass.

"This kind of line is so old-fashioned." Xi Ya disliked it, "I thought you would recite a poem in the opening remarks."

Plutarch frowned and jumped.

"Hand over the blood spar and the dark spirit." Nass looked at him.

"Wow, this sentence is so cool!" Sia covered her face, "I'm so touched."

Plutarch almost roared, how cool is this sentence? !

The crow landed on his shoulder and let out a low cry.

Plutarch regained his sanity and looked at the two of them angrily.

"You don't love me at all." West Asia said suddenly.

"I don't love you enough?!" growled Plutarch, "I'm almost going crazy for you!"

"Then return the blood spar to me to prove your unswerving love." Xi Ya stretched out her hand.

"Unless you want to marry me." Plutarch was not fooled.

"You won't crush my life stone, will you?" West Asia turned pale.

"Of course not!" Plutarch glared at him.

"I don't want to die!" Xia cried and threw herself into Nas's arms, "Honey, save me! Without the life stone, I will die weakly!"

"You're enough!" Plutarch pointed casually, and the phantom immediately appeared in the air—half a beautiful red gemstone was shining, and there were some almost invisible blue halos flashing at a high frequency, "it It's complete now!"

"But you just shot me with an ambush arrow!" Xia found an excuse again, "So you still don't love me."

"That's only harmful to the dark spirits!" Plutarch growled, "Shut up! Don't speak anymore!"

"So you don't like my lark-like voice." Xia was very sad.

... Plutarch desperately reminded himself in his heart, not to get angry, not to be manic, not to lose his mind!

Several great wizards stood up, their eyes glowing green.

"It was these people who killed you 1000 years ago." Plutarch sneered, "After 1000 years, their magic will only become more sophisticated, and what about you? Your Highness the Dark Spirit King."

Nass slowly unfolded the three pairs of wings behind him.

Sia desperately rubbed her face on it.

"Kill him!" roared Plutarch.

The wizard chanted a spell in his mouth, and a green halo floated around him, connecting with the green mist in the forest.

Nas instantly understood why Plutarch brought him here - this forest was nourished and irrigated by all kinds of corpses and blood, and possessed the darkest energy, which could instantly double the wizard's curse power.

A huge attacking magic hit head-on, Nas took Sias to dodge, and summoned the black blade in his hand.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Plutarch sneered, "Relying on an incomplete soul, he actually tried to win me."

There was a light in the sky, like a faint lightning bolt.

"Samikina?" Plutarch almost burst out laughing, "I never knew that the magical properties of the Archangel of the God Realm would be so cute like a toy."

"That's not Sammy's lightning." Sia kindly reminded, "It's a flashlight."

"Flash?" Plutarch wondered.

"I really didn't expect that he would bring a photographer with him in such a situation!" Xia turned to look at Nass and complained.

Nass raised the corner of his mouth.

Plutarch was a little puzzled, but soon he knew the reason, because a gorgeous... fire phoenix was flying rapidly from the sky?

In almost an instant, a ball of shiny cloth fell in front of his eyes.

"Oh! That's my shawl!" Ivan's collapsed voice came from the air.

Xi Ya secretly clenched her fist!Call you show bag!

The king of the blood clan descended from the sky, dressed in grand attire as always.

"You?" Plutarch was shocked.The protective barrier around the Lich Kingdom was more complicated than a maze, and he was able to sneak in without him noticing.

"It doesn't match my temperament at all." Ivan glanced at Sia, "It matches you quite well."

"Shut up, shut up!" West Asia retorted dissatisfiedly, "You are only worthy of this place, you are dead!"

"What about the rest?" Nass asked him.

Plutarch was taken aback, the rest?

From different directions in the forest, several figures suddenly appeared.

In addition to Samikina, there are Leicester and West Mexico.

"I'm so touched!" Xi Ya burst into tears.

"It's a surprise that we will pass through the barrier, right?" Ivan was full of flair, winking at Plutarch, "If you admit that I am more beautiful than Xiya, I will tell you the reason.".

Xiya was very disgusted, "You really have no limit, you can even flirt with this face."

Ximo raised his hand and lowered the barrier, blocking all connections between the forest and the outside world.

"Despicable!" Plutarch squeezed the words through his teeth.

With the combined fighting strength of these people, his chances of winning are almost zero.And even though they brought troops tonight, their combat power was only enough to deal with half of them.

"Don't you think the devil should be just?" Xia looked at him contemptuously, "All of us are proud of being despicable!"

Samikina's face was a little ugly, but she endured it.

"Even if you kill me, it's impossible to get the blood spar!" Plutarch played his trump card.

"I'll leave it to you." Nas picked up Xia and quickly rushed out of the woods.

"Coward!" roared Plutarch.

"It's so stupid and hopeless, I bet you haven't figured it out yet." Ivan flicked his right hand, throwing away the coat hem of the dress, "Let's go together, I have to go back to attend the press conference."

Press conference?Lester looked puzzled, and Ximo took the initiative to explain for him, "Before Ivan left, he had ordered the front pages of all the newspapers in the Demon Realm."

"He's going to have No. 18 birthday this year?" Lester asked.

"It's No. 19, and the theme is 'I'm more pink than Mengmeng'." Ximo condensed attack magic in the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth, "Actually, I'd rather throw these attacks at him than against Plutarch face."

There was a huge explosion in the woods, and even the barrier was trembling slightly.

"Are you okay?" Sia turned around worriedly.

"Of course it's okay." Nass rushed out of the barrier with him, "Let's go to Mount Amon!"