The Endless Shuttle

"Do you want to know about your past?" Rope asked. "It's always not a very happy memory, do you still insist on getting it back?"

'Ashela doesn't know. '

White Snake's voice became confused.

'Anshea is just... just if there is that chance, after completing your orders, can I beg you to help me retrieve the memories of the past? '

"That's kind of interesting."

Luo Pei took the white snake off his neck and placed it on the floor smoothly.

The moment it touched the ground, Anxiela realized, and immediately released from the "snake" form.

After a faint wave of spell power, a young girl with blond hair as delicate as a doll appeared in front of Luo Pei. She looked at Rope hopefully with watery eyes.

In fact, the damage to Anxiela's soul was not a difficult matter for him at all.

As mentioned before, Cthulhu's secret art is not much else, but it is about the operation of the soul. Fusion, peeling, absorption, reinforcement, division - almost any soul treatment method you can think of, Cthulhu's secret technique can do it, not to mention the taboo knowledge of "Necronomicon".

Do whatever you want.

If Anshela is not needed, it seems that there is no problem in helping her? Luo Pei does not deny that he may be confused by his youthful and outstanding appearance, but he has no interest in making enemies for himself.

Even if that "enemy" is very weak.

After Anshela retrieved her memory, she would definitely have hatred for Rope. A mad ancestor would be quite troublesome for his subordinates. At least Erica and Liliana would definitely not be their opponents.

"Could Anshea please ask you?"

Looking at the thinking Luo Pei, Anshela asked cautiously.

"Hmm..." Luo Pei pondered for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I promise."

Just take this opportunity to study the way of the soul.

There are as many ways to limit Anshela, and when she decides to open her soul to a Cthulhu mystic, she is destined to become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Let you become my pet forever... A light flashed in the depths of Luo Pei's eyes, and quickly disappeared, touching Anshela's little head with a gentle smile.

"I'll help you restore your memory when I get rid of the recent troubles."

"Thank you, Mr. Luo Pei!"

Anshela was so happy that she almost jumped up.

Then she did something that even Rope hadn't thought of.

Standing on tiptoe, the blond-haired young girl left a shallow kiss on the squatting Luo Pei's face as if kissing her brother.

Then she seemed to remember something again, her small face turned pale with fright, and she stammered.

"Ashela is just, just happy..."

The first impression that Rope had when they first met her was that it was too serious. Welleslana's golden sword is the nemesis of all gods, especially for gods who are degraded and recalcitrant.

"No man would blame the thank you kiss." Luo Pei came back to his senses and said with a smile. "Okay, let's go back. Next, I'm going to negotiate with my fellow clan. You don't want to be there, do you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the room at the end of the corridor.

That was the room where the "cocoon" that bound Luo Hao was stored.

"Um……"

After Anshela left, Luo Pei got up from the ground and straightened the wrinkled top.

The next step is to negotiate with the martial arts lord...

Chapter 145 Another deal

Pushing open the door, a burst of damp heat blows in the darkness.

It was accompanied by a strange smell, like boiled linen, not bad, but full of weirdness and discomfort.

Luo Pei frowned, fanned the tip of his nose, walked over quickly, and opened the tightly covered curtains and windows to allow the air in the room to circulate.

"The smell of spider silk...I really don't like it."

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he turned his head and looked at the huge white sphere in the room.

Manufactured from Madness Hell, the spider silks of Atrak Nakya seem to have some kind of strange activity. Their tentacles penetrate deeply into the floor and roof, and prison the "cocoon" that binds Luo Hao. firmly in place.

Luo Pei reached out and touched the rough shell, feeling the sleeping individual within, and nodded in satisfaction.

He was still worried about whether the spider god's silk thread would be assimilated into a monster by the will of "Dreamland" after a long time, but now it seems that he is still too worried. The Martial Master's will is strong enough to resist this trouble. After all, this ball of spider silk was created by Luo Pei in reality, and it does not belong to Atlak Nakya's territory.

"Crazy Hell."

"Roar!"

A pitch-black double appeared behind Rope, and its hands covered with vines were gently touching Atrak Nakya's "cocoon".

The remaining divine power was absorbed, and the white spider silk returned to the palm of Mad Hell like a cocoon, and sank into its body. Even Luo Pei himself didn't know where those things went.

Then, he saw the black-haired beauty being hung up.

The two remaining thin silk threads took her hands and connected them to the ceiling, hanging Luo Hao on it in a "big" shape, preventing her jade feet from touching the ground.

"It looks like a pretty weak girl..."

Luo Pei looked at Luo Hao's sleeping face, and took the spider silk off her cheek for her.

Because of the battle, the leader's curly hair has long since disappeared. The jet-black hair is scattered on the back like a waterfall, and the serene and drooping corners of her eyebrows add to her tenderness.

And who would have imagined that under this face hides the soul of a cruel and tyrannical overlord who has ruled the land of China for two centuries?

"It's time to wake up, Miss Teacher."

After stroking her cheeks for a while, her fingers went down and rested on her neck.

Tighten suddenly.

Even though the godslayer has surpassed human beings, the various instincts of the human body still exist, and if he loses his breath, he will suffer from the pain in his lungs, although he will not die.

As Luo Pei tightened his fingers more and more, Luo Hao's face began to twist. The disappearance of Atrak Nakya's spider silk made her crawl out of the abyss of deep sleep little by little, and finally returned to reality.

"Ahem..."