Nightmare’s Call

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after an hour....

Lin Sheng's fourth attempt to make a blood-blue harp was finally successful.

"On the basis of the finished harp, just a simple transformation can fail so many times ..." Lin Sheng was desperate for his own handicraft.

"But fortunately one finally succeeded."

He exhaled, picked up the finished product in his hand, and started winding it one by one.

The blood blue harp is not much different from the previous Saar harp, it is still golden, but the overall color is a little darker, and it has become dark golden.

Lin Sheng had no audition after making good strings, and it was too noisy to play at home.

He was also a bit too tired.

In the past two days, in order to master the half-dragon state, but also to make a good blood blue harp. He put all his energy into these two things.

"Well, it's time to learn. Spend half of my time meditating today, and the rest will be used to solve problems."

Putting up the harp, Lin Sheng quickly packed up the mess in one place.

After going to the bathroom, I also took an apple back to the room.

Quickly sipped the apple and sipped. He changed clothes and lay on the bed.

With a click, the lamp was turned off.

Lin Sheng closed his eyes and gradually fell into a state of calm.

Da Da Da Da Da ...

The sound of a subtle second hand became more and more clear, constantly being amplified in Lin Sheng's ears.

His consciousness also sinks and sinks like falling into the deep sea.

I don't know how long it has been.

Lin Sheng opened his eyes, and the fog was in front of him. It was an elf dungeon that he had been staying for several days.

The temperature in the dungeon was very low, and the candlelight swayed around, giving a sense of darkness and secrecy.

Lin Sheng was already familiar with the atmosphere here, and quickly walked into a dungeon on the right.

This cell is the one with the best conditions nearby.

It is equipped with tables and chairs, toilets, bookshelves, wardrobes, and even mirrors and drinking glasses.

Lin Sheng couldn't use most of them. He stretched out his chair and sat down.

He was about to meditate on the gray marks just as before.

Suddenly, he glanced over the wall on the side of the cell, and seemed to think of something.

"The cell here ... was built underground. How did I get here before?" Lin Sheng recalled how he got into the elf dungeon initially.

"Crack ... crack on the wall ..."

He stood up, grabbed an epee from one side of the wall, and walked to the cell wall.

The walls are old and in disrepair, crawling with tiny cracks.

Lin Sheng picked a larger one, inserted it with the tip of a sword, and began to poke around.

The crushed stones fell out of the cracks and rolled to the ground.

Over time, judging by the sense of touch, Lin Sheng felt more and more that his guess was correct.

"Empty! It's empty next door!"

He was excited.

The sword that had penetrated the crack was already halfway in, and after half the length, the epee was suddenly light, and there was no resistance in front.

Lin Sheng pulled back hard.

puff.

The sword was suddenly pulled out.

In the gap, a lilac fluorescence was transmitted.

"Purple when I came in before!"

Lin Sheng was so happy that he immediately recognized the piece of purple liquid he had entered before he entered the dungeon.

He knew that he had found the entrance to the gap, and decisively entered it again with a sword, struggling hard.

Uh ...

In the sound of shrill and shrill rubbing, over time, an irregular hole more than half a meter high and half a meter wide appeared gradually on the cell wall.

The lilac fluorescence was transmitted through the entrance of the cave. The light was like numerous purple liquids, rippling and flowing, and occasionally a little ripple appeared.

"This time leaving without waiting for the dream time to run out, will there be any trouble?" Lin Sheng stood in front of the cave, hesitating.

But he had had enough of this dungeon, and staying here was a waste of time.

He could not beat the face of the arm in that pool. Even if he now has the blood of the dragon, he can enter the half-dragon state, and he doesn't want to provoke the guy.

According to Lin Sheng's own thoughts, unless he has any magic weapon in his hand and can easily cut those hard and abnormal arms, he will never go to the monster again.

The level difference is too big.

"The biggest secret of this dungeon must be all in the face of that arm, but unfortunately ... my strength is still too weak. Just like the original black feather city, I cannot explore the deepest point."

Lin Sheng sighed, no longer thinking about it, quickly put on a complete heavy armor, epee, helmet and metal boots.

Then, slowly drill into the purple hole in the wall.

Gollum.

It's like going into the lilac bottom.

Lin Sheng stretched his hands and legs, and accelerated to swim forward in the purple liquid.

His body swelled slowly, his skin became dull, his rock became hard, his resistance to endurance increased.

At the same time, a sore throat rose, and his eyes became hot, turning into light golden longan.

Wow.

Lin Sheng made a stroke.

The huge currents in his arms brought him to rush forward.

Obviously wearing heavy armor, but Lin Sheng seems to have no quality, fluttering fast in purple liquid.

"After half-dragonization, there is actually an effect of increasing vital capacity?" Lin Sheng didn't know how much his vital capacity had increased, but it didn't matter if he didn't breathe in a short time.

He swam forward, purple, liquid up, down, left, and right.

Soon, five minutes later ...

Lin Sheng felt a bit unable to hold his breath.

The lung capacity of the half-long dragon has become a lot bigger, but it can't bear the belching for a long time and consumes a lot.

The surrounding area was still purple, and nothing was visible.

Lin Sheng felt more and more difficult to breathe, and slowly began to bloom.

"It's over ..."

Finally, he couldn't help but breathe openly.

A large mouthful of purple liquid rushed into his lungs.

Lin Sheng felt a sudden pain in his chest and his eyes were black.

There was total darkness in front of me.

I don't know how long it has passed.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

"Dead ..." Lin Sheng reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Sitting up, he glanced at the alarm clock at the bedside: 4.32.

The sky outside was dark and not yet bright.

Lin Sheng was a little helpless. Although he would not really die in the dream, he had to wait three days for a single death, and how much time he spent in practice was grey.

"Pity...."

He got out of bed and changed out. Going to see Tekken.

There is a 24-hour door open, and there is a special shifter on duty at night. Anyway, I'm fine, and he plans to try the blood blue harp.

Get dressed and bring a piano case, this time not a camouflage sword box, but a real piano case.

However, this time the case is a lot wider, and it can only be carried on the back of a backpack.

No one else in the family is up yet.

Lin Sheng quietly left the house carrying the piano case.

The neighborhood in the middle of the night was silent.

Wang, Wang.

A lame old dog barks in the dark corner.

Seeing Lin Sheng walk out of the staircase, the old dog seemed to be frightened, and turned and ran.

Lin Sheng has gradually adapted to this situation in the past two days. Anyway, wherever he goes, he has a touch of dragon power even if he is not half-long.

All perceptive animal bugs will escape unconsciously from him.