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At this moment, the shadows seem to have a real sense, cold and moist, and then Klein is bound into the mosquitoes in the amber.

Klein's figure was immediately crushed and squeezed, degraded into soft paper, and quickly rotted into mud.

"Paper man substitute"!

He noticed the danger in advance and used the "paper man substitute" in time!

His figure in the robes of the black clergy appeared on the other end of the table, and his mouth opened, and a squeaking sound was heard.

At this time, Klein’s mind was awkward, and everything around him felt vague and not clear enough.

He understood it in an instant and he was forcibly pulled into the dream!

And he also confirmed that the ability to stay awake and rational in an abnormal dream has long solidified into its own characteristics, no need to resort to fog!

After a little struggle, Klein immediately woke up and saw the shadow in the house like a tide, slowly pouring into himself.

boom!

One of his mouths created a very powerful air bullet.

The bullet hit the shadow and directly broke a large blank.

The shadow around the blank seemed to flow, and immediately poured it over, filled it, and everything was restored. Klein seized the opportunity, rolled to the side, and made the glove of the left palm pale and gray.

With a bang, his original position was swept out of the shadows of a group of flesh and blood, covered with a dark red carpet full of strange mold.

In the vagueness, Klein had the feeling of being weakened, and he refused to think deeply, and immediately let the soles of the feet spread out of the cold ice.

The hoarfrost condenses on it, and it quickly freezes the shadows. Under the clear crystal, the black is twisted and squirmed, like the oil with its own life.

"Hidden seal" of "living body"!

Klein was another tumbling, changing the position, and letting the gloves highlight the black particles, deep and dark.

Then, he straightened his body, facing the shadow under the ice, and spit out the devilish words full of filth:

"slow!"

During the horror, Klein saw that the speed of the shadow squirming slowed down, and it seemed extremely dull. However, his own thoughts also appeared stagnation, and he could not get the subsequent attacks.

His "dirty language" was distorted, clearly targeting the shadow, but was distorted into the entire living room, thus affecting himself.

It was a breathing time. Klein broke away from the slow state. When he didn't even think about it, he rushed to the table and picked up a plate with half a steak and threw it at the shadow.

In this process, although the glove of his left palm is still dark, he has a feeling of evil and honor.

"bribe"!

He is bribing the enemy with steaks, weakening the opponent's attack, defense and control capabilities!

At this moment, the shadow suddenly retracted to the corner of the wall, causing the plate to smash on the melting ice that began to melt, breaking into pieces.

Then, the shadows rushed up and turned into a dark figure with a hooded robes.

In the palm of this figure, there is already a transparent and fuzzy book, accompanied by a long and fascinating chanting:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

As soon as the humming sounded, the booklet had been flipped quickly, and a blazing blaze with a white high temperature was made in front.

Mr. A? Is he completely crazy? In such an environment, he dared to use the extraordinary ability of flames? Klein was in a tight heart, and his thoughts turned sharply, rushing to the other side and dragging his left hand behind him.

The “squirming hunger” quickly caught up with the dark and deep, full of degenerate colors, and then condensed an exaggerated giant sword composed of reddish magma and pale blue flame.

Boom!

Klein stepped heavily, pulled his back and pushed his shoulders, and fiercely sent his left arm.

The muscles of his arms swelled high, and the handle of the "magma sword" was swung from the bottom up!

puff! The beautiful sword with a beautiful shape smashed the flame rifle. The blazing, pale blue and vermilion spots collapsed in all directions, lit the chair and lit the curtains.

The noisy whispers on the streets outside have long since disappeared, and the faintly visible figures of the road have all turned to this side, quiet to the extreme.

After smashing the flame rifle, Klein bent his knees, squatting on one leg and hitting his finger with his right hand.

Snapped!

The flames in the room were all extinguished.

Klein didn't move anymore. He always felt that there was a dense gaze trying to penetrate the curtains and look for anomalies.

The hooded man, who was made up of shadows, also had no movements. He was still crazy, and he seemed to feel that some kind of indescribable horror was slowly approaching.

In the dark house with only a blushing moonlight, Klein and the other side were kneeling on one knee, standing against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.

In the extremely difficult and absolutely quiet, time passed very slowly, and Klein only counted for ten seconds, and there was an illusion of one hour.

Finally, the beast's low-pitched voice rang again, and for a while, intermittently, the faintly visible figures outside the window began to walk again and back and forth on the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the initial control of the target "line of the spirit", and the action of the hooded man who wanted to save was stagnant!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body, circled the circle, prepared to use the other's high-latency state, interrupted his subsequent counterattack, and turned him into a sly.

At this time, his nose suddenly itchy, and it was difficult to contain his mouth open.

Auntie!

Klein sneezed heavily and lost control of the "line of the spirit". Moreover, his throat began to ache and his nose gradually formed.

He caught a cold!

In the fierce battle, he got a cold!

After suspecting that the other party is Mr. A, Klein is already preventing the "witch" disease, because he once had a hand with Mr. A and suffered a big loss under this ability. However, in the battle that he couldn’t think too much, he estimated wrong. One thing, that is, its own physique has already fallen a lot in the plague infestation of the authentic witch Panathia. It can't be supported until the conversion is completed. Even the initial control is deepened, and there is a chance to use the "air bullet" to launch. Deadly attacks can't wait!

Auntie!

Klein sneezed and rolled over. At the same time, he switched the "squirming hunger" to the "corrupted baron" state, trying to use the "distorting" ability on his own to see if he could reduce the impact of the cold.

Of course, thanks to his "bribery", his condition is not serious, but it will affect the manipulation of the "spirit of the spirit" and will not allow him to fight.

In the tumbling, Klein's eyes saw the enemy out of the shadow state, and the hood fell backwards, revealing a beautiful female-like face, exactly Mr. A.

The aurora's ambassador, survived in this harsh environment to the present!

However, his eyes are already **** red, and looking at Klein is like seeing a rich food, the hunger from the heart instinctive, nothing at all.

At this moment, Kline's emotions are not in the slightest, because he still has enough strength to fight.

What he is most worried about is not Mr. A, but the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides will create a flame of innocence, and introduce the dangerous existence outside. At that time, both of them will not die!

Hunger... Strong hunger has made Mr. A completely irrational, no longer worry about the coming and going of the street... If he can make him relieve hunger a little, he should stop attacking and wait patiently for the Red Moon to be covered by fog again... ...give him "food"? When the thoughts turned around, Klein almost cut a piece of his own meat and threw it at the other side.

Fortunately, he thought of one thing in time:

I have food on my body!

It was a dried mushroom made by Frank Lee. It is said to have mixed beef and a little flesh of "Rose Bishop". It can be reproduced as long as there is fish and water.

Because this is already a new species on a subtle level, and no longer has a substantial relationship with the "Rose Bishop", so Klein put it together with commonly used herbal powders such as deep sleep flowers, has not been taken out, do not worry about causing investigation After the Nice Gate seals the core changes.

Auntie, another sneeze, and a tumbling, Klein had taken out a dried mushroom and threw it to Mr. A.

Perhaps the taste of beef attracted the other party, or perhaps the "Bishop of Rose" appeared in the sense. Mr. A suddenly stopped trying to flip the illusory book, took the mushroom, stuffed it in the mouth, and chewed it.

The hunger in his eyes faded a little, and Klein’s gaze remained unchanged.

Two times, Klein threw the remaining dried mushrooms, and Mr. A caught them one by one and did not hesitate to eat them all.

His gaze finally eased, and he looked around the window and walked back and forth to the faintly visible figure, stepping back to the corner and blending into the shadows.

Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and retreated to the corner of the other side.

Mr. A is still not dead... I have to say that in this environment, the ability of the "Rose Bishop" can really provide great help. It is only the flesh and blood stored in advance and it can be maintained for a long time... Of course, Mr. A Has not been killed by "Desperate Lady" Panathia, enough to explain his strength, but his record of the semi-god extraordinary ability must have been used up... Klein thought about it while thinking, from Mr. A Put some words out there:

"Do you have a clue to find a departure?"

There was a silence on the opposite side, and Mr. A did not respond at all.

Crazy to communicate? Klein indulged for two seconds and spit out a name:

"Leo Master."

This is the name of the "African Holy One" who splits the aurora.

After a brief silence, Mr. A’s slightly dumb voice finally sounded:

"Has he also been 'sent' in?"

Sure enough, only the Aurora event can be answered... Klein said calmly:

"No, he was trapped in the ruins of the gods."

Without waiting for Mr. A to speak, he said to himself:

"Why don't you enter that church?"

Mr. A said in a hoarse and vague way:

"There is danger, very dangerous...

"The outside is also the same danger. All the dangers are from there. All the disappearing people will reappear under the red moon..."

His voice did not fall, and the blushing moonlight that penetrated the curtain suddenly became extremely bleak.