Chapter 2394 The Blood of the God of Creation

Therefore, being too strong is not a good thing. Beating your chest can break your ribs.

With a violent cough, the pastry collapsed. Looking at the yellowed but still intact pastry on the floor, he stretched out his index finger, poked it twice, and then pressed hard with his hand.

Damn grandma!

Who put the rubber on the plate!

Feeling depressed, I picked up the teacup, drank some tea, took a deep breath, raised my head awkwardly, looked at Alice, and suddenly found that this woman had disappeared out of thin air!

Ah?

Where did it go? Teleported? Or invisible?

Looking around in confusion, he found a trembling and frail girl in the corner of the room. If it wasn't Alice, who was it?

"Although choking is a very embarrassing thing, and I know that your expression will be very ferocious when you are choked, but you don't have to hide so far, right? This makes me very hurt!"

Alice flinched, raised her hand tremblingly, and pointed at my left arm.

Following the pointing, I looked down and saw that the ancient characters, which were originally tattooed quietly on my arm, floated up at some point and hung one centimeter above my skin, rotating slowly and heavily.

After frowning for a while, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's just been activated. If it's stuck for a while, it will be out of control."

Having said this, I paused, raised my head, looked at Alice who was huddled against the wall, trembling, and a bad thought suddenly came to my mind.

The next second, with a lewd smile on my face, I moved closer to Alice step by step. I believed that at this moment, I must look like a pervert who became lustful when facing the weak girl huddled in the corner.

"No, don't come here!" Alice yelled in panic.

While smiling obscenely, I said with ill intentions: "You scream, you scream, even if your throat is broken by screaming, no one will come to save you."

I originally thought of scaring this devilish woman to soothe my depressed heart, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.

There was a loud bang, and the door to the room was blasted open. A woman, to be precise, a little purple person with purple skin, purple hair, purple eyes, and a purple dress, was standing at the door with an angry look on her face.

Next to her, there was another woman standing. This woman was not as pure as the former. Her hair was golden, her skin was fair, and her dress was bright red.

This impure woman is Sosia, the owner of the moonlight tavern, and that pure little purple person is the culprit who drank up my last bottle of tequila, Shalan.

If they had appeared a minute and a half earlier, the atmosphere would have been more friendly.

However, at this moment, the way the two women looked at me was like looking at a sinful pervert. That kind of deep contempt from the soul made me feel unreasonable and quite happy.

Not to mention, the feeling of being despised by a beautiful woman is actually quite good. At least it is much better than being ignored, and it is much better than the feeling of being polite but not being taken seriously.

At least, this disdain comes from the heart.

I stared at the two women for a few seconds and defended myself: "Actually, I am not this kind of person. Do you believe it?"

Shalan chuckled: "What do you think?"

I felt sad: "I guess you don't believe it."

Her smile was as bright as a flower: "Guess again."

I suddenly became excited: "I guess you believe it!"

"guessed wrong."

My mood suddenly fell to the bottom: "Next time, can you not beat around the bush and just clarify what you said? This feeling of suddenly falling from heaven to hell is really bad."

"It's not enough," Shallan said lightly.

"What?"

"It's not bad enough," Shallan repeated again, "Wait a minute, you'll understand what's worse."

After that, he took out his wand, pointed it at me, and quickly recited a series of spells.

The speed of reciting the mantra was fast and urgent, just like urinating in the toilet, and it was over all at once.

A silver-white arrow, like an arrow made of flawless snow, shot out from the head of the staff and shot straight into my heart with lightning speed.

Looking at this sharp arrow leaving the string, I don't have the tragic feeling that a strong man feels when he is about to die - even if I am pierced by it, I will not die.

But they probably won't survive.

The ancient characters on my left arm are rotating heavily and slowly. This is just the beginning. Once I receive fatal attacks again and again, or suddenly experience an irresistible external force, their rotational speed will become Fast.

The faster it spins and the further away from the body, the stronger the power released.

This truth is actually very simple to understand. The first time he activated it, he was threatened by the tiger. The second time, he completely lost his mind. The third time, he was attacked by the tauren boss and fought to the death.

The result of the first time was that a small forest was turned into powder. The second time was that the entire village was destroyed. The third time, I'm sorry. I don't know the result of the third time. I only know that there are a lot of materials related to the boss room around me. The same rubble meant that the entire boss room had been reduced to bare walls.

This is the fourth time.

I'm not angry, nor have I lost my mind, so it probably won't cause large-scale damage, but it may be impossible to avoid small-scale destruction.

But so what?

No matter Sosia, Shallan, Alice, who was hiding in the corner with a frightened face, or the bartender bartending in the Gobi, as well as a group of powerful national forces, none of them might be able to escape.

They all had to die for this arrow.

Thinking about it this way, there is no need to be angry about this revenge.

So he raised his head and raised his chest to welcome the power of the arrow.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me. The soft long hair was scattered in the air. The white and purple cheongsam acted as a background for the messy long hair, exaggerating its messy beauty.

The well-proportioned figure, the soft long arms, the slender fingers, all of these passed by my eyes, like a deep dream, which I will never forget.

Pfft.

A soft sound.

Like the dull sound of cutting clothes with a knife.

So subtle, yet so clear.

The huge force caused my slim body to fly backwards, and I quickly avoided it at the right time. As a result, the beautiful girl fell heavily to the ground, and her eyes, which were originally emotionless, also disappeared in an instant. , bursting out with a light of resentment.

That kind of resentment is very much like a resentful woman in a deep boudoir.

Sha Lan, the person involved, was stunned by this scene and was speechless for a long time.

Sosia on the side still made the gesture of holding the wine glass, but the wine glass had turned into a pile of crystal fragments and scattered all over the floor.

The wine stained the white floor with shocking blood stains.

There is a saying on Blue Planet: Wine is the blood of God.

I think it would not be rude to regard agave as the blood of the creator god.