I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The pink and pure white courtyard and the hall decorated with flowers.

The young man with dark eyes and fanged mouth was squatting on the sofa, watching the two ladies in front of him laughing and dancing wildly.

I can see plumpness and slenderness trembling enthusiastically, mature charm and youthful vitality colliding fiercely, showing the beauty of wildness and madness.

The monster-like boy couldn't help but clapped excitedly when he saw the wonderful part. From the scabbed hole in his throat came a shrill and strange cry like frost wind passing through a silent valley in the cold sky, but it fell on the ears of special people. You can also know its meaning.

"Ka-gu-hu-hu-kah - (good dance! wonderful dance!)"

Sebastian's unpretentious compliment made the two female dancers laugh wildly. They held hands like white butterflies flying together in the hall, kicked over square chairs and jumped onto the dining table. Circling, and then accidentally touched the vase on the table in ecstasy, the vase broke with a bang and water burst out, and the fragrant petals scattered all over the floor, causing the two women to kneel on the ground and scramble to grab the broken petals and stuff them into their mouths, chewing them clean. The delicious flavor was spit out again.

When the boy saw this, he couldn't help but lick his curved fangs. His fangs had now grown to the point where he couldn't hide them even if he closed his upper lip. Two thick, curved teeth protruding from the chewing muscles directly filled the inside of his mouth. It's as full as a squirrel with cheeks stuffed with nuts.

But as long as he has a thought, the two fangs like jagged iron pincers will instantly tear the shackles of the cheeks, completely exposed to the air, enough to cut the prey's arms or thighs into two pieces in a sudden.

Sebastian looked at the blazing fireball slowly falling out of the window. He felt that every muscle and bone in his body was cheering eagerly, waiting for the night to come, as if the silent night was the best for him. During the active time, the dark sky is the best camouflage, which is the best time to fly and hunt.

When he thought of flying, the boy felt a strange itching sensation like tearing in his shoulder blades. It seemed that there were still some things that had not been fully awakened still hidden in the bones, and they needed to continue to be replenished before he could successfully reveal and reproduce the practice. ...Maybe swallowing a few more cups like this one today...well, it might not be enough.

Maybe he has to swallow dozens more cups of higher quality to satisfy this heterogeneous hunger and transform himself again. Or...

Sebastian couldn't help but turn his head to look at Brother John, who was also sitting on the sofa, and thought quietly in his heart: "If I can experience Brother John's power again... this may be a more efficient transformation method than the Prey Cup Man. ”

"Sigh... It's a pity that Brother John can't freely use the power of abandonment of his wonderful fantasy. Otherwise, I would have grown up faster."

"I feel that I am only a second-instar larva now. If I can transform once more and grow into a third-instar larva, I may be able to escape my grandfather's control."

"Why do I think I have to transform into at least a third instar larvae before I can try to get rid of my grandfather?"

"Obviously my grandfather looks so old, and he hides in his bedroom all day long and never goes out, but why do I feel a trembling feeling in my heart when I recall his rickety back? , as if seeing his natural enemy..."

Sebastian thought so, and the body that was originally squatting on the sofa began to tremble uncontrollably, as if his grandfather was surrounding the house, with his majestic gaze that was colder than frost and more blazing than the sun. Watch yourself!

The young man couldn't help but feel horrified when he thought of this possibility... No wonder my grandfather was able to accurately catch me trying to escape every time. It turned out that his old man's eyes were everywhere, monitoring me anytime and anywhere! But why didn't grandfather show up to stop Caroline and Ms. Susan when they were killed? ! He obviously also knows about me and Caroline! ! !

"Is it possible that... my grandfather actually hopes that after seeing the tragedy of the scene, I will awaken my true self in my heart in grief?!"

"By the way, why is there such free and chaotic power hidden in my body?"

"Is this the magical power hidden in the blood of our Michaelis family? And my father actually awakened this power and the desire for freedom when he was young, so he already left his grandfather's side?"

Sebastian couldn't help but choked up speechlessly when he thought of this, he covered his face with his palms and sobbed in pain, "But father, why didn't you take me with you when you left!!!"

But in Watson's view, although the boy next to him had gradually regained some sense after a morning of settling down, his behavior gradually became more normal.

If you ignore the ferocious and terrifying appearance of the other party, he looks like he is just a childish and playful child.

But Sebastian was like a neurotic patient at the moment, all moods and moods were unstable. One second he was laughing, and the next second he started crying... He was as emotionally sensitive as a menopausal woman, really. Fucking disappointing!

"It turns out that this kind of distortion-like power also requires a certain amount of mental effort, but if you lose your reason, will and thinking mode, will the self after the personality change still be the original self?"

"If you sell your soul in order to gain strength, that would be even more pitiful than the comical Faust... This is not the path I want to pursue. I might as well continue to steadily improve by practicing the rules. Secret message."

"Sure enough, there is a reason why a distortion-like path like Sebastian's has not been widely spread in the waking world - the wise men of this world must have considered it. Although this type of distortion path can obtain more Great power, but it will also cost you more sanity.”

Watson thought so, but he still did not give up Sebastian, an excellent experimental subject. He seemed to hesitate and asked: "Little Sebastian, are you still planning to go back to the Gowell Hotel?" ?"

"You should know that your current appearance...is extremely different from other ordinary people, right?"

"Even the townspeople who once treated you like family may find it difficult to accept such a face, right?"

"Do you have any other plans next? Do you need me to disguise your face so that you can continue to live a normal life in public?"

Sebastian is still immersed in the fear of his grandfather at this moment, but what really scares him is why he has never thought about the reason why his grandfather can always catch him when he escapes?

Why did I always seem to be kept in the dark in the past, and even my way of thinking was bound by invisible shackles? It was not until I awakened today that I truly broke free from the shackles of my soul and began to look at the world with an independent eye.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his serious and majestic grandfather was actually so terrible. Even the kind-hearted Faris might be his grandfather's accomplice. They were all deceiving me and fooling me, and they kept hiding the truth from me - my father and Where is the mother? !

So the young man shook his head and said decisively: "No! I don't plan to go back!"

"I hope to follow you, Brother John, to leave this small town and escape to the vast world outside to pursue unfettered freedom and find out the true whereabouts of my biological parents!"

132 Try to explain clearly...why cup phase is always so difficult to describe. The author deeply feels that his own level is insufficient. It seems that he needs to learn from the emperor's uncle.