Chapter 1681 Blood Embrace

The sound of the skull opening was not heard.

Although the finger could be felt to be abnormally stiff, as if it was trying its best to resist some bloodthirsty desire.

But this did not mean that the crisis was over, because Hongyue did not withdraw her hand without saying a word.

Not only that, two fingers were soon touching the forehead, almost copying the gesture when she closed it.

However, Fu Qian, who felt that his skull was as fragile as tofu for the first time, still did not refuse this "caress", nor did he transform to increase his resistance to avoid disturbing the "mother" who had finally transformed.

Even when the moon behind him slowly stretched out.

Although he did not look back, the picture in Fu Qian's perception at that moment was extremely clear--

Silently, Hongyue was already approaching the limit.

And the shadow on the surface of the huge sphere, which was previously evaluated as a gully formed by the twisting of the body, was really filling up into claws.

Once again.

It was even lighter and more flying than when An Jing Shizhi was squeezed into a ball, so that the body connected behind seemed to be slightly stretched.

For a moment, Hongyue lost its original outline for a short time, revealing an inner part that was as blurred as the face of the figure on the seat, but also contained infinite mystery.

It was a pity that there was not much time to observe, because the next moment, the long limbs like claws and threads had quietly stretched out in front of him, and then slowly retracted, as if giving a sweet hug.

Although he could feel the gentleness of doing his best, the covered part still seemed to be flowing with magma.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

Accompanied by a neurotic laughter that seemed to be uncontrollable.

Without hiding or transforming, Fu Qian still maintained a casual communication posture until the claws trembled and intertwined in front of him.

As if trying his best to resist the urge to continue to retract, this sweet hug was finally completed in the void with a distance of only a palm from Fu Qian's body.

And it only lasted for a moment, and the claws seemed to have exhausted all their strength and quickly retracted with much higher efficiency than when they were stretched.

"Annalise...didn't wait for the long night."

There was even a very vague sentence.

...

Annalise, the ancestor of the blood clan?

Although he may have experienced some danger just now, it did not affect Fu Qian's thinking at all.

As a professional blood clan actor, the name given by Hongyue is very familiar to him.

He and Serana even admired it together. He gave the blood clan the glory of red eyes.

And he "didn't wait for the long night"?

This sentence has a lot of information.

It goes without saying that the long night is the catastrophe that ended the mythological era.

And the ancestor of the blood clan had fallen before that?

The problem is that I have talked carefully with Serana. That blood clan, who has a life experience of more than 500 years and once devoutly followed the footsteps of the ancestor, clearly revealed the mainstream legend of the ancestor within the blood clan-

powerful, traversing the mythological era for many years, and then suffered in the long night to protect the world, so that after the mythological era ended, he began to appear in the form of Hongyue.

Although according to the previous exploration and the feedback from the Abyss Notes, it can be almost confirmed that Hongyue is not Annalise, and even according to Serana, the ancestor of the blood clan was indeed not very active before the long night...

But the latter did not live to the catastrophe at all, which is a bit scary.

Who did it?

Wanting to make an existence of that level completely fall, it must be a big deal no matter how you think about it... Could it be related to Dark Moon?

This trip to Xiyuan, after seeing the law essence jump back and forth between the two worlds, the suspicion about the relationship between Dark Moon and this world inevitably became stronger.

It's a pity that the witch is obviously much younger than Serana and doesn't know much about some ancient secrets.

And asking Hongyue to explain further seems unrealistic-the figure in the blood-colored long skirt on the armchair has disappeared.

Even without looking back, Fu Qian also knew that all the claws and long whiskers had retracted, and Hongyue had hung high again.

It is indeed a distortion that even gods can hardly resist. The sublimated return decree can only comfort it slightly at present.

Hong Yue was silent before because she was obviously not in a good state. After she released herself for a short time with his help, she seemed to need to rest for a while.

Although this does not mean that He left nothing behind -

Fu Qian looked down at his chest, where the blood-colored spider silk-like marks on the other person were flickering and spreading all over his body.

And the outline of the marks was that long limbs were hugging his chest tightly from behind.

Fu Qian blinked, and his mind was moved, and he felt a weight on his body, and it turned out to be an extra layer of armor.

…

Every time he came back, he was as miserable as if he had no clothes to wear, so he got himself a strong one?

Dangdang!

His fingers tapped on his chest, and in the crisp sound, Fu Qian didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

The color was like dark silver, with many cuts and scars. In the blink of an eye, there was a full set of armor full of vicissitudes.

And if you look closely, you can find that the slightly raised patterns on it are exactly the same as the outline of the bloodstains all over his body just now.

It seems that such a body has been melted on it.

The sweet hug that I had insisted on not disturbing and letting her complete just now turned out to be a gift from "mother".

And unlike the aesthetics of ordinary parents, even from Fu Qian's perspective, the shape of this armor is quite good.

With a real sense of brokenness, as if it had been through countless killings, it must be enough to be the most handsome guy in the crowd no matter what occasion it is worn.

Although the visual effect is only the most superficial function.

Fu Qian is quite sure that although the armor is scarred by battle, it has a strong self-repair ability in essence.

It is not even limited to itself.

The way of wearing is similar to the poisonous gloves of the dimension. The armor has long been deeply integrated with oneself, and the effect brought is that the recovery ability has risen again.

Compared with not running naked under any circumstances, this authority is obviously closer to Hongyue.

As for the shape of the armor, considering such a good old-fashioned trace, it is hard to say that it is Hongyue's temporary creativity.

Combined with the chair given to me before, it seems that An Jing Shizhi's ability to visualize legends has also been digested.

While silently appreciating, Fu Qian felt the wounds being repaired with higher efficiency, but a special thought suddenly flashed.

It seems that the divine power belonging to the King of Abandoned Prison blooms and disillusions in a certain place.

"Really fast..."

While talking to himself, Fu Qian had already returned along the way he came.

Although his thoughts were vague, they were still enough for him to confirm the breath of the other side - the new genius of the extraordinary world in Shangjing, Miss Wen Liwen.

The bullet was fired.

Sorry that the ear condition is a bit recurrent, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I'll take a leave of absence today.