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The shock wave is always a little faster, so when Isabella felt the slight vibration under her feet, she also saw the debris flying out from time to time in the distance, and could vaguely hear a few inhuman beasts. Roar.

Her intuition far beyond that of ordinary people finally made her feel that something was wrong, and an inexplicable sense of crisis quietly emerged.

She was about to open the door and leave, but she hesitated and pulled back again.

He had told her to wait for him here and not go anywhere.

Pan Shen's words are still in his ears, but the premonition is also right in front of him.

In less than a breath, Isabella made her decision.

She closed the door and sat in front of the wooden table. She cupped her chin and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

Looking at where the sense of crisis came from, he also looked at the direction in which Pan Shen was leaving.

There was no one else in the room, so she just clenched her fists quietly and pursed her lips in silence.

There was silence in the house.

On the other side, the chase is finally coming to an end.

At this time, two curved ram's horns had appeared on God Pan's forehead, and a strange light was shining in his eyes. His two ears grew longer and pointed in a soundless manner, which was quite elf-like.

However, at this time, he had no time to take into account the so-called appearance, and his focus was entirely on the sword light in front of him that could be reached with his hand.

A little, just a little bit!

His figure began to swell quietly, his originally thin waist was squirming, and his lower body was slowly changing.

However, this mutation was abruptly terminated as soon as it occurred.

The only reason he has is still limiting his appearance and not developing in a more dangerous direction.

cannot.

Absolutely not.

It must not be exposed at this time!

However, Pan Shen also knew that the wooden house was not far away. If he could not catch the sword light at this time...

"Is this your attitude? I don't understand, why are you the same as the devil? I said, I quit!"

Pan finally couldn't suppress his inner anger, roared and asked, "I don't get involved in your affairs, why do you still get involved in mine?"

He knew that Kongxuan Sword must be listening.

However, there was no reply, and the sword light flew away.

Above God Pan's head, the shadow of the falling sword was about to touch his head.

The Hanging Sword ruthlessly placed the choice in front of him.

Either he transforms and saves people, or he has to watch his thirty-sixth wife die.

The wooden house is right in front of us, and we still have a few breaths at most.

Pan Shen, whose perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, saw his wife sitting at the table, staring blankly out of the window.

He could see her, but she couldn't see him.

Having seen countless women, he had to admit that they were a pair of clean eyes.

Pure and transparent, crystal clear.

And she is also the wife he has been searching for for thousands of years, and so far, the only woman who can carry the essence of his life.

Even the Elf Queen back then couldn’t do it!

Only her, only her!

His goals are different from theirs.

In the eyes of his mother, he will always be the child who is ignorant and impatient.

He wants women, wants to prove himself

I thought I had been wandering in this world for many years, living alone among the surprised gazes of my peers. Through countless storms and changes, he felt that his heart had long been tempered as hard as stone, but he had to admit that at this moment, his heart softened.

That is his woman, no one can take it away!

Surrounded by a faint black air, his fingers finally grew a few inches longer with a slight explosion, and he was able to grasp the tail of the sword light.

It was indeed a ray of light, but it was also indeed like substance.

Pan Shen's heart beat three times like a heavy drum, and he had to take three steps forward along with the force of the sword.

But amid the roaring sound that filled the sky and the tense sound of muscles all over his body, he barely stopped in his tracks.

That sword light was only a few steps away from the wooden house...

The magic circle that Pan God had set up on the wooden house in advance was activated, and the translucent light curtain isolated the surging dust on its own. However, Isabella's eyes widened, trying hard to find a familiar figure in this blurry scene. …

She knew that Pan was among them.

But before she could speak, she heard another furious roar.

That was the cry of God Pan, but it was more like the roar of a wounded beast.

Black fog instantly enveloped the cabin, wrapping it up. The dense darkness obscured Isabella's sight, preventing her from seeing the scene outside the window at all.

"Pan?"

"I'm here, Isabella, don't come out, wait for me."

From the black mist, God Pan's voice came from high up.

Although she deliberately suppressed it, Isabella could still hear Pan Shen's pain. She frowned slightly and couldn't help but look up, but what she saw was still darkness that could not be seen.

"Pan, are you okay?"

Of course she didn't know that just when Pan Shenkan was holding back the sword light, the shadow of the sword above his head finally fell.

The shadow of the sword entered the body, from the top of Pan Shen's head, to the handle.

That was not an attack from the ants, that was a warning from the same kind!

Like countless rusty long swords eroding his nerves, his mind seemed extremely fragile at this moment, making it difficult for God Pan to control the power of a galloping horse in his body.

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In the sound of bone growth that is difficult for ordinary people to hear, Pan Shen's body is expanding. In the blink of an eye, it can rival an ancient tree that has been standing for decades, and even two extra horse hooves have grown from his lower body.

The roof of His residence, that cozy yet sturdy two-story log cabin, could barely touch His thighs.

All four hooves hit the ground, and the ground whined continuously. It was him unconsciously venting the lingering pain in his mind.

Even though he had a splitting headache, he was still carefully protecting the toy-like wooden house beneath him, trying his best to suppress his manic desires.

He seemed to hear two different voices, anger and calm. These two emotions of ice and fire coexisted in his body.

This was a new experience that he had never experienced before, and he never thought that one day he would face such unfamiliar emotions.

He was used to being wanton and used to venting his anger wantonly, but now, he had to hold back his anger, restrain it, and restrain it.

He knew very well that the wooden house under his feet was nothing before his power, even if it was just his unconscious vent, even if it was just the aftermath of his power...

Listening to Isabella's voice, He could only hoarse his voice, lowered his head and looked down, trying to make his voice sound more human, "I'm fine."

The black mist could not block his sight, so he saw Isabella running around anxiously in the wooden house, and saw those touching eyes.

He, who was used to being worshiped and awed by others, saw such a look for the first time, and it was also a look that he would never forget in his life.