Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 76 is going to be eaten?

  Hua Cong is speechless for a while.

  What is this person saying with an innocent face? !

   Xiaolan narrowed her smile, her eyes were not so warm when she looked at the enemy.

  The crowd discussed in a low voice, as if they had made some decision, and approached the stage step by step.

  Although the big story has been said, in fact Xiaolan didn't think of a good way. If he is singled out, he is very swollen and can try it, but this group of people does not seem to be prepared to do so.

  The people in the front row have already started to climb onto the stage. This time it was Xiaolan's turn to retreat.

  It is shameful for them to retreat. I retreat is a strategic retreat, Xiaolan thinks so.

  The crowd approached step by step, and Xiaolan backed away a little bit.

   Moved back, the heel seemed to be stepping on something, not soft or hard, it seemed to be round.

   Xiaolan looked at the soles of her feet.

  The heels wearing sneakers are raised high, but the heels are empty, and you can directly see the blood-red ground.

  Could it be...

The thing suddenly moved. Before Xiaolan's feet could be taken away, she was staggered. Who would think that the next second, the familiar big hand came back, grabbed Xiaolan's ankle, and carried her upside down. Mid-air.

   is that weird hand!

  诶, you are not dead yet?

  The world suddenly turned upside down, Xiaolan saw the joyful eyes of the crowd below.

  Is this monster ready to emulate just now and throw me out?

  The strange hand didn't use inertia to directly throw Xiaolan away, but patiently lifted one of her feet and shook in place a few times.

   is like picking up fallen food from the ground and shaking the dust on it.

   Xiaolan's hair all over his body suddenly stood up.

  Couldn’t it be...Ready to eat me!

   At the moment this thought emerged in Xiaolan's mind, the strange hand also very cooperatively handed her slowly toward a higher place.

  Is going to be eaten by an invisible thing?

   Xiaolan struggled frantically, and the contents in his backpack and pockets crackled and fell, and a flash of light flashed past Xiaolan's eyes.

  There was something in the pocket and it rolled and fell.

   Xiaolan stretched out her curled body, did not grasp it, but saw it clearly.

  That is the hairpin of the flower bush.

  Flowers...

  "Xiaolan, give up!..."

  A stern cry came from the top of the head, oh no, from the soles of the feet.

   Kind flowers.

  Experienced all this, but still a kind flower bush.

  Such a kind flower bush...

   Xiaolan's head began to congest, looking at the audience standing up and down the stage, with an excited bloodthirsty expression on his face.

  If this monster is completely transparent, wouldn’t the process of being chewed be broadcast live?

   Damn...

  "Let go of Xiaolan, let her go!..." Hua Cong was sobbed, Xiaolan thought of the slightly arrogant girl when she first came in, as if she were not the same person, "Please! Please!"

  You must beg him every day.

  Even in the world, this pain is still tormenting you.

   "Why ask him!" Xiaolan shouted loudly.

   Xiaolan felt a mouthful of old blood rush to her chest, anxious and angry at her at the same time.

  The sobbing sound of Huatuo came intermittently, that powerful and confident girl...

  Why beg him for me?

  Why do you cry for me?

  When you died, there was only ridicule around you, did you hear that?

  Don’t you hate it?

  Why do you still cry when you see me in pain?

   Xiaolan lost his movement blankly, letting the blame hold her feet without knowing where to pass her.

  I can’t let the flowers continue this pain.

  Brain and eyes are congested.

   Xiaolan raised her neck and looked at the red carpet, bleeding red people.

  How should I kill you?

  How to make all of you disappear completely from now on, so there is no gray left?

   Xiaolan's body became hot.

  The red was magnified layer by layer in Xiaolan's eyes, and the figure was faintly revealed in the red, and the figure was also saturated with red.

  They burned the flowers.

   Then, let them...

"on fire!……"

   "Ah! Where is the fire?!"

   "Get out of the way!"

  "Go! Stop stopping!..."

  The surrounding red merged with the red in front of her eyes, and the red and the smell of blood in the air hit Xiaolan's chest cavity.

  The picture in front of me overlapped with the dream, and I fell into red swallowed circles.

what……

  That is the flower bush...

  There seemed to be a drop of liquid falling from the corner of his eyes, a strange feeling of sorrow and grief.

   Xiaolan watched the drop of liquid roll into a small circle, and fell straight toward the ground.

  The drop of water fell into the center of the flame, as if it caused an explosion, curling up a more violent flame.

  Flowers, I will help you to make them disappear.

  The screams lingered in the ears, and the flames brought the smell of billowing smoke and burnt flesh. Xiaolan breathed the smell of evil and burned, not feeling choked, only angry.

   Xiaolan can clearly feel the release of this kind of power.

  I'm using anger to dominate the flames.

   Xiaolan calmed down a bit, his eyes shifted to the approximate direction of the invisible strange hand.

  The flame also seemed to have found the climbing ladder, slowly climbing up along a circle of transparent outline, the blood-red flame outlined a thigh-like shape, and the strange hand gradually showed its true appearance.

  A huge humanoid monster is draped in flames. The flame does not seem to have any effect on it. It stands motionless, holding Xiaolan's right foot, as if confronting itself.

The screams below    slowly became smaller, and the group of people who symbolized the villagers seemed to have been burnt clean.

   Only it is left.

  The flame just climbs on its body, its upper body, its face, its arms that appear and disappear at any time.

Can't    kill you?

   Xiaolan deliberately manipulated the fire, and the flame became more intense, along the top of its head, a long tongue of fire extended backward.

  It's like, a flame with long hair.

  A slight strangeness appeared in Xiaolan's heart.

  The flame seemed to burn along its hair.

   Is it long hair?

   "Xiaolan, you won."

  The low and quiet voice of the flower bush sounded.

   "But I haven't killed it yet!"

   "You can't kill it," Hua Cong murmured, "It is my demon, no one can kill it."

  "It is, the one who has chosen to yield, the me."

  (End of this chapter)