Pirate’s Infinite Wings

I don't know how long it has been, I feel here, I have come to that familiar dream, but this time, the nickname has been around his knees.

Her body was still shrouded in a gray mist, and her face could not be seen clearly, but a pair of black pupils stared at herself like cut water.

those eyes. It is such a pure black stone, just like the clearest black stone in the world, without a trace of impurities, there is a kind of beauty that directly enters people's hearts, so that the soul will not be intoxicated by it.

There is no reason for me to have an unparalleled peace in my heart, but only for a moment, the dream-like scene is broken, and then it disappears again.

In this way, I will have the same dream every once in a while, in the dream is a large gray fog, always sitting next to that nickname, staring at my pair of black pupils.

Strangely, every time I struggled to wake up, every time I wanted to speak, every time I wanted to think more, my consciousness shattered and fell into darkness.

He didn't know how long it had been happening, and he didn't know where he was now, and he felt a little dizzy.

On this day, I suddenly felt a terrible crash that shook the ground, and I seemed to be thrown out.

what happened?

This was the first time I felt something out of the ordinary in that familiar dream.

"Ah, the sacrifice of the divine backing has been caught again, evil! You have no way out now!"

The voice was a little crazy and hoarse, but I still suddenly realized that it was Ling Wei, the nine-star host, who was too educated.

But after a while, Lingwei's voice startled "No!" No! You damn woman, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder at this time? "

Before the sound fell, a mournful scream echoed to me, trembling all over me, not knowing where the strength came from, so he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

Then he saw a bloody photo

Lingwei's body is imprisoned on the ground, and next to him is a nicknamed figure, holding a bone knife from Snow White, who keeps sketching on Lingwei's body.

The snow-covered bone knife was extremely sharp, I don't know how it was thrown out, it was held in his palm like a pen, it tore open Ling Wei's flesh and blood, and wrote on his body one by one.

There was blood gurgling on the ground, a bright red monster, Ling Wei had obviously lost his life at this time, and turned into a cold body.

His blood became the ink of the figure, his remains into blots and scrolls of words!

The painting is really so permeable, the nicknamed character is holding a white bone knife and keeps sketching on Lingwei's remains, even I can't guess what she is doing.

But the more so, the more mysterious it becomes.

Suddenly, the terrible collision sounded again, the piercing sound trembled sweetly in my throat, and I couldn't help coughing up another mouthful of blood.

On the other hand, the characters seem to be unaware of all this, and focus on piercing Ling Wei's flesh and blood with the bone knife again and again, the movements are accurate, smooth, and skilled, just like flowing water.

"Heretics, if you don't give up this fight, we swear, you will be destroyed along with this furnace of wealth in one breath!"

Suddenly, Master Xuetuo's voice sounded in all directions, permeating the spirit of forcing people to wash and kill.

Almost at the same time as the sound sounded, the figure of this image finally stopped in his hand and stood there for a long time.

At this time, he finally saw that figure clearly, she was shrouded in gray mist, but from that outline, it could be vaguely seen that she had enough beauty and supreme brilliance. ..