The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Under Lin's leadership, Laxia finally didn't get lost again, and returned to the vicinity of the festival venue smoothly, and felt the familiar aura of Kankan in the pile of drunken orc warriors.

However, it seemed that Kanka was already drunk during her absence. Let alone walking, she couldn't even stand up, and she couldn't even hear her voice. After shaking vigorously and still not waking up the drunk lion, Laxia had to give up his request to lead the way back to the nearby hotel.

"Is this your friend? It seems that he drank a little too much." Lin shrank her nose, and she was not used to the strong smell of alcohol in the air.

"I'm sorry, but Kanka is actually a good person. Without him, I couldn't come here. Thank you for bringing me here. I will solve the next thing by myself." Raxia grabbed it with one hand. Kanka was asleep, and said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, it seems that you are planning to find a temporary hotel to sleep in here. In that case, how about going to my place. Although it is not a very good place, but at least there are warm beds and roof." Maybe it is. Lin was very fond of her because of the dragon breath on Rasha's body, so she bluntly sent out the invitation.

"Really, that's so grateful." After easily grabbing Kanka's huge body in his hands, Laxia gave an excited smile.

"You're welcome." Seeing Laxia's innocent and lively smile, Lin's frustration caused by losing the game seemed to disappear without a trace. Laxia like this always reminds her of the friend of Bai Shenglong, in many ways, they are very similar.

"It's a boring game, Hydra, why are you so excited? The contestant in the brave tournament is not a level opponent at all." Tonight, Kanai rarely sneaked into the Ulysses room. The secret operation, but lying in the corner of Saya's room. Lazily looking at Hydra who was practicing marksmanship.

"You really can't see anything, stupid cat. Do you really watch the game?" Hydra, in the form of a four-in-one beautiful girl, put the blood-colored spear across her back, and then drew a circle. Ten stabbings, and her opponent. It was Angela in the red bridal gown.

"Hydra was right. In the first round, there was more than one strong player." Angela, who successfully defeated the sequelae of the red bridal gown, held the red-eyed dragon gun in both hands and launched a short sprint. Bounce off Hydra's attacks one by one. Because of space constraints, neither side has used real power. What is going on now is a purely combat skill contest.

Since neither side uses abilities other than physical power, there is no difference between levels. This is a close contest.

So strong, does Hydra have such a strength even if he doesn't use any special abilities? Sure enough, he is the Lord of Karaal. Angela, who had desperately attacked, suppressed her idea of ​​activating the power in the red bridal gown. Under the continuous shock of Hydra, her wrists had begun to numb.

Well, the dragon blood is still useful, and this Angela is also very good without using the power of the red bridal gown. Hydra, holding the scarlet spear in one hand, bounced Angela's attack easily and made his own evaluation.

Although it is only a four-in-one state, Hydra's physical strength is not at the same level as the seventh-level human beings. At the beginning, even the conviction of the abyss needed to overdraw Ulysses' body to the point of collapse in order to overwhelm her. It is enough to illustrate the power of Lord Karar.

"The strong. It seems that only the one called Tutan is better than the others, and aren't those all miscellaneous fish?" If you let the seventh-level powerhouses who desperately passed the preliminaries hear Kana's words. I am afraid that I will be so angry that I want to desperately.

"Not only that guy, there are a few others, you go to bed then." Hydra looked at Kana who was lying on the sofa leisurely, if she wasn't the kind of lazy character like her master. , I am afraid that she has no less power than when she was in her strongest state. How did she get over these thousands of years?

"Because it's boring, Saya, has the experiment been completed." Kana stretched out his paws, who had long wanted to sleep, yawned, and looked sleepily at Saya, who was in a daze in front of a green flower bud.

"It's still five minutes...maybe, an hour..." Saye propped his chin with both hands, smiling at the plant that was about to bloom. This is the newest type of flower she has cultivated. The purpose is to find the guy who always put pigeons near this castle recently.

As for why Hydra and the others are called here, it is purely because of boredom. It is also good to let them come as a background occasionally. Of course, by the way, the disguise leaves on their bodies are also used to make tricks so that they can smoothly participate in the so-called brave conference with themselves.

She is not interested in the champion of that conference, nor is she interested in winning, why would she participate? Or, just simply boring.

Moreover, as she had guessed, many strange things appeared in this brave contest. Perhaps, next, there will be something more that makes her look forward to.

At the same time, in Ulysses' room.

"Well, Nana is not here, is there only Lulu tonight? But, today, you worked hard, Lulu." Ulysses gently hugged the pink bunny who didn't know when he jumped on his bed. , Gently stroked its soft hair with his right hand, and said with a smile.

It can be said that Lulu's performance today has greatly exceeded his expectations, although Aiya said that such a miracle will not happen again for the time being. But Lulu can also perform like that, which really surprised him.

Obviously it was just a little rabbit, but it was able to defeat the powerful Tauren Ragehoof. No matter from which aspect, this is a miraculous performance. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would definitely not believe it.

"Tonight, I will reward you. You don't have to go to sleep in the basket anymore. Sleep with me." Uliss took the initiative to hug the little rabbit Lulu and put it in his bed. Although I don't know how many times I shared the bed with these two cute little things, Nana and Lulu, it was the first time to hug them when I was awake and let them fall asleep with him.

What Ulysses didn’t notice was that when he held Lulu’s body in his arms, those red eyes were not as simple as they were in the past. Those eyes were filled with confusion and anxiety. , There is a trace of peace of mind.

"Squeak..." Lulu tried to open her mouth unconsciously, but the rabbit couldn't speak. Even though, in this little rabbit's body is a weak soul who is hesitating.

Yes, this is just a little rabbit, although there is indeed a figure that should belong to him in his mind. However, in that posture, all she had was endless pain, despair, and fear of death.

I don't want to change back, I don't want to be like that again. It's painful, my heart is almost broken. The pain of being killed and torn apart endlessly entangled her.

This look is fine, this form is fine, not a human being, but a simple bunny, able to act like a baby in this warm embrace at will. Past memories, true power, are not important, they can only be here, just stay here with peace of mind.

As long as everything is enclosed in the body that should no longer exist, there will be no pain. No need for power, memory, or body. As long as she can stay here, she doesn't need anything.

She was scared, afraid that it was just a dream. In that cold underground labyrinth, she has had such beautiful dreams countless times when she only wakes up occasionally for a moment.

The warm and clean bed, the morning sun with a touch of warmth, and the fresh and clean air are all scenes that have appeared in her dreams countless times. And the owner who is gentle and considerate to her who is holding her is even more happy that he would not even have in his dreams.

Because it is too beautiful and too warm, it is more like a dream. Every time she vaguely regained consciousness, she would feel scared, afraid that she would wake up in that cold and sunless underground labyrinth again, and afraid that she would never be able to return to this warm embrace. The fear of this beautiful world is actually just her fantasy, the fear that she will never see her familiar face again.

When she wakes up, she will still be in this room, lying on this bed, and can hear the familiar heartbeat...This is the only basis for determining whether she exists every time she regains consciousness.

She wants to stay here. She has nowhere to go except here. If this is really a dream, let her stay in this dream and never open her eyes again to see the cold ceiling and desperate stone walls.