Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Click!" The quill pen broke off. This is not a common thing. Alina has learned how to control her body delicately in her long life. If necessary, she can even use her pores to breathe! Of course, as a blood family, especially such an advanced blood family, An Lina does not need to breathe at all, and even she no longer needs blood that much. Her body is like a mechanism full of clockwork. The clockwork full is the accumulation of her previous life. With this accumulation, even if she does nothing, she can spend the years that ordinary people can't imagine.

Life, or consciousness, is not meaningful because of the operation of the body, which is the difference between being and being. Alina does n’t just exist, she lives alive at this moment, although she has n’t set foot outside this barren ice field for many years. For people outside this tower, her existence There is no difference. But existence does not require the affirmation of others. Existence is existence, as it comes, as it goes. However, as long as it is alive, it will probably interact with other life, and these interactions are like the ripples perturbing each other, causing more complex ripples.

Anna's ripples had almost disappeared. For a long time, she was completely separated from the outside world, no longer in contact with people, and no longer interacted with other ripples. In recent years, her almost smooth life has been fluctuated again, it's all because of a person, a human being that she didn't know what kind of emotion she entrusted.

"Cheese ... no, I let you go just to avoid ..." The long life gave her a calm and calm, but Rao is so, she still murmured unconsciously when she felt that a spell she had used was broken. Mumbling. The wind, blowing from the gap in the gray stone wall, brought the unique cold of the Northland. She had never felt that the wind had been cold before, and the cold could not hurt the blood. But now, An Lina waved uncharacteristically, letting the gray robe hanging not far away fall on her shoulder by the wind. How can it be so cold? Was the wind particularly cold tonight, or was her heart cold?

"Death, how interesting." The thing that stood up again from the ground said in the voice of the cheese, it could feel that the four bodies that were once his companions had no heat of life. They were killed, just like that, died in front of him. It straightened up slowly, almost half as tall as it used to be as a cheese. However, its body was extremely slender, like a clay figurine who stretched out its limbs and torso violently, becoming a biological beauty It is only disturbingly strange. The clothes that were originally worn on the body hung loosely on the tall and tall ghosts, which was funny.

However, no one could laugh. Even the little ghosts whose sounds are like snickers have only a quick gasp. Invisible pressure emanates from the ghost. It is like a spring. All the surroundings of the water flowing from the inside have to kneel down to ensure that they are not washed away. If we say that Alai is a manifestation of natural disasters, the ghosts of the cheese have exceeded all the disasters in this world. This is not to say how powerful it is, but because what it emits is no longer the power of this world, it is unknown, it is the boundless night sky.

"Guru!" The monster that cuts the body of the cat leprechaun in half has a hyena's head and a human body. It is dressed in animal leather clothes, and the clothes are covered with thick blood scabs, which was killed by it. The blood of dead creatures coagulated. But compared with the smelly clothes, the weapon in his hand is unusually unmatched. That should be a sword, but it is shorter than the swords used by the knights of the Cang lion. Although the blade is sharp, the blade is pitifully thin, and the cloud-style sword grid and the red sword are hanging. Sui's hilt also reveals the exotic style.

The hyena-headed monster roared from his throat, his fingers holding the hilt tightly. Its thick and dirty hands are too large for the sword in his hand, but even so, the sword can still cast a terrible slash. This point, Kailas is expected to have a deep experience. The problem is that Kailas knows what to do, but the ghosts of the cheese don't care at all. In the face of provocation, the ghost only slightly glanced away from the hyena man, and the latter knelt down on the ground. Its eyes, which were originally reddish-brown eyes full of blood and jade, have turned into two voids with the things behind it.

No one knows how ghosts kill it, no magic, no movement, just a look can cause this effect, I am afraid that only the demon in the farmer's mouth can do it. But obviously there is one thing to be sure, that is, the Hyena Man will not be the only victim who died in the hands of this strange ghost. Who is next?

"Kadu!" Centaur swallowed with evil witchcraft spells. He stretched out his hand, and even the chain around the devil's neck forced the latter to rush towards the ghost. After all, the little ghosts are just little ghosts. They will wince because of the ghost's aura, but they will be forced to a dead end by the owner, and the vicious nature of that day will be revealed. These dead babies with the blood of the Earl of Montenegro crawling forward with their feet and claws crawling forward on all fours ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ weird and ugly.

Ghost's head is bent like a night owl, almost turning the whole face upside down. Flipping with it seems to have the cognitive abilities of the devil. They no longer obeyed the master's orders, and the rope around their necks became tangled. There is no face on Ghost's face, but it made a clear voice, "You come to this world in such a gesture, pitiful. It is better to go back, where to come, where to go back."

Rao is a person like Centaur Evil Witch and has never seen such a scene. With the ghost's words, the little ghosts started to rush towards their companions' anus, as if trying to get into the stomach of other little ghosts! This is of course impossible. After a fierce commotion, the group of ghosts formed a closed figure with their bodies, and then stopped moving. The centaur opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before his voice came out, his body had decided to run away. He lifted his front hoof and turned his body. He turned his back to the ghost, and just wanted to step off his four hoof ...

"Cough! Cluck!" Pain, suffocation, from the neck. The man-evil witch groped helplessly with his hands on his neck, trying to find out what tightened his neck. He quickly found the fingers left by the people who were killed and devoured by him. Those fingers that he used as necklaces regained their vitality at this time, and the noose that turned into revenge choked the enemy's throat!

Dead body, fell to the ground. The wicked Centaur Witch, the dirty monster who housed a group of ghosts and mastered profane witchcraft, died on his own loot. After a few breathing efforts, the monsters who had just besieged the squad were almost wiped out, leaving only one, the only one. It did not lose its ability to move under the ghost gas field, which may be related to the worms in its stomach.