Devil

"Eat the food! It has eaten up Warcraft!" When the last World of Warcraft was chewed, the expression on the faces of the guests could only be described as fanatic.

Trude’s face was even worse than the guests, and even more surprised.

There is light in his eyes, holding a eager eagerness, more expectation, and... anxious?

Yes, anxious.

It stands to reason that so many Warcraft launches, plus the accumulation of the previous hundred days, the fetus should have been "born", not right! According to his speculation, there should be signs of birth when the 50th World of Warcraft is cast, and there is no need to throw so many World of Warcraft.

The situation is faintly wrong...

"Monitor the value of the magic pressure in the World of Warcraft." The expression on the face is unchanged, and he turned his head to his own secretary behind him without a trace.

"Yes." The male secretary who was more like a thug than the secretary immediately turned and walked backwards.

With a professional smile on his face, it looks like he is going to help the owner to ask the next menu instead of an accident.

Stepping through a corner at an elegant pace, pressing the password, the door immediately opened a door and jumped to the ground. The secretary immediately stepped up and he hurried to the end of the room.

Here is the "breeder" room, scientific monitoring of the daily pressure value of the World of Warcraft, extracting the blood observations of Warcraft to analyze various indicators, analysis of Warcraft every day need to ingest how much magic value of Warcraft ... all their work.

Of course, if this job is probably called a scientist in our human world, it can only be used as the title of "breeder" here.

"What happened? How did the small master still not come out?" the secretary whispered.

The few breeders who had been staring at the screen were shocked by the appearance of his coldness. When he turned his head and found out that it was him, the faces of several monsters were pale.

"This...this..." Several breeders stunned for a long time without saying a word. Finally, the secretary grabbed the neck of one of the breeders and picked him up. Under tremendous pressure, between the breeders The little leader finally stuttered and said the observations:

"More than expected, it happened. The children of the guests absorbed too much magic and began to absorb the power of the little master. In this way, the little masters received insufficient nutrients, and it is very likely... difficult to produce... ”

"What--" The secretary's facial skin was completely wrinkled: "Which child is it?"

"This...this can't be seen. Although there are color differences in the transmission tubes, there is no difference. We can't see which one is a small monster. Unless they fall off, only one small monster absorbs saturation. The little monster is It was later joined... the little magic of Mr. Felzaha’s house..."

Do you know what this is for? What he needs to know is who's little monster plunders the resources of the little master!

"Useless things!" Frowning, the secretary threw away the old monster in his hand and walked among the other monsters. He looked at the screen himself.

He has been a half expert for participating in this program for so long.

The magic pressure inside the magic object is already quite high. It has already exceeded the pressure value that the other party can bear before. Under high pressure, the blood vessel wall and internal organs of the magic object have begun to crack. When the little master comes out, he will blew himself...

"Damn--"

"Sorry! Things are going too fast, it will be like this in a short time, we have no time to report!" The head of the breeder shed tears and hugged his calves.

"What is the use of crying? Let's talk, what should I do at this time?" Looking down at the nursery with tears, the secretary yelled at him.

"This time... the only solution is..." Stayed for a second, staring at the terrible face of the monster above, and the breeder whispered.

The secretary ran fast in the passage.

Returning with the fastest speed, before he boarded the high platform, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Then he walked with a smile and then whispered to the ear of his own owner.

Trude's expression didn't have a crack. When he heard the last word the secretary had finished, he even laughed.

“Share a good news for everyone: the dog is more talented than you think! All the forces that have just been transported in are absorbed, but still a little bit worse.”

There was a smile on his face that was "no way" but proud.

After a long while, the expression on his face suddenly became strange and solemn.

Yes……

It’s solemn...is weird...

His expression brought a never-ending haze, and all his enemies saw his expression almost, and the guests at this time saw this expression very little, of course, his children I have not seen it.

When he showed this expression, all the monsters in the audience were smashed.

Then they heard the monster on the high platform continue to speak -

"This child is the child I followed the ancient ceremony, on the day of my thousandth birthday, with the most powerful female monster in the range."

“The child born at the peak of both parents and ** is already strong enough, and I continue to follow the ancient ceremony and use the 100-day banquet to let him absorb more power.”

"This child is born strong and strong. If there is no accident, my successor will be him in the future."

Trude suddenly said something. When he said this, his expression became soft, like a most kind father.

However,

Next second -

"The child has followed the ancient ceremony from birth to now. I thought about it, and the last step is no exception."

"Next, in order to welcome this child, I will finish the last step of the ancient ceremony -"

"Blood sacrifice!"

When I said the last sentence, Trude’s expression was soft and fierce.

Just when the guests’ second monk couldn’t figure it out, his hand was full of waves, and the waiters on the field immediately dispatched, and they grabbed...

At the moment, I am playing in the infield... Trude’s children?

"what?"

"What?! What are you doing?"

He has a full 50 children, and he is extremely fond of these children. He also firmly controls them under his own hands, except for the two biggest ones who have been arranged to marry the right people, even other children. Already still in adulthood, he was asked to live at home. At today's 100-day banquet, these children of different ages were randomly scattered among the guests.

At this moment, the waiters actually grabbed them all.

Not only did these children panic, but some guests didn’t understand what was going on.

Lulin frowned, and at this time, the black-haired monster that stood by him was talking softly.

"The last step of the ancient ceremony is to kill the feeding medium with all the magical creatures that are about to be born with the blood."

"So, this step is named as a sacrifice...".

He whispered, the black eyes were not deep, his expression did not change, and half of his face was still submerged in the shadows.

"What do you want to do to me? I am the favorite child of my father! You think it is clear! This can be done to my dad..." The loudest child is the little monster named "The Beaver".

Not long after the adulthood, before he was arrested, there were quite a few monsters around him. It is true that, as he said, he has always been loved by Trude, and it is because he is so loved that he dares to escape.

He is really favored. Didn’t Mr. Felzaha be rewarded by Trude because he saved him, and he entered the fighting field?

However -

At this moment, the most favored "beaver raccoon" was rudely caught by the waiters. Just like the Warcraft that was used as a gift, he turned to the father for help, but only saw the father's haze. And crazy face.

Then he began to ask his friends around for help.

"Help me! Help me get rid of them!"

He was finally dragged and passed by the black hair monster.

When seeing the black-haired monster, the raccoon is like seeing the last straw to save lives. Do not know where to come from, he actually caught the corner of the black hair magic dress!

"Mr. Jin... No! Mr. Felzaha! Help me! Didn't you save me last time? I beg you... Dad doesn't know what's wrong? They must have made something wrong..."

"Help me, sorry! I didn't mean it on purpose! I won't dare to treat your little monster like that again!!!"

The black-haired youth monsters seized the corner of the clothes of the same hair color monster, and the white-sleeved and sleeve-length palms burst into the blue veins. He used considerable power.

The black-haired monster looked down at him.

It's no wonder that the black egg will admit its mistake. The prototype of this monster is now, tall or good, even including hair color, which looks really like a lot of joy.

But it's just a bit like it.

A closer look reveals that they are not at all like it.

The hair of Huanhuan is not his pure black, but with a little brownish black;

After Huan is more white than him, it is the whiteness of jade, not the paleness of the monsters;

In addition, the lips of Huanhuan are not as red as him. The lips of Huanhuan are pink, the color of the boy, thin, although always cold, but very soft;

Moreover, the expression of the joyfulness is always strong and firm, and even in the most desperate circumstances, he does not reveal such a lack of expression;

He will not ask for help, he will be patient and self-reliant. His age is only a fraction of the monster in front of him. His body is not as strong as the magic of his eyes, but his heart is the most powerful, and... very old.

Oh... it’s too old.

In fact, I felt so early on. I was able to get along with an old man (← especially for himself). The psychological age is too mature. Raising him is a young little monster...

In the cruel meeting place, because of thinking of someone who was far away at this time, the black-haired monster had a cold mouth suddenly opened a small mouth.

His expression suddenly became a little gentle.

Grabbing the subtle changes in his expression, the raccoon slammed up again.

Then he was caught by the surrounding waiters.

"Sorry, sir." The waiter apologized to the black-haired monster and towed away the crying raccoon without hesitation.

Ah...Yes, the fingers are different. The palm of the monster is very smooth and tender, and the one on the other side... No, the palm of the hand is rough, and the palm of the man is not folded.

Distracted to think about another person's affairs, the black hair monsters indifferently watched the small monsters of the Trude family were thrown down the "abyss".

The children who were previously riddled by Dad’s treasures were thrown away because they could not resist.

For a more anticipated child.

The expressions on the faces of the surrounding monsters were shocked first and then became even more crazy.

For the fetus in the "container", the force in the flesh and blood of the relatives of the blood is the mildest and most easily absorbed.

Generally used only for dystocia fetuses.

Looking at the abyss with cold eyes, the corners of the black-haired monsters gradually emerged with a touch of unspeakable smile.