The Fantastical Beasts at World’s End

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Oxygen was isolated, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more severe as the tension on the neck became tighter and tighter. He reached out and tried to yank the thing around his neck, but he felt empty. The black smoke had real strength, but it had no form at all.

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and even the pain from the previous wound disappeared, only the neck could not be freed from the shackles that could not be grasped or touched.

"I heard that some of you are hiding something good?" Ye Zhao heard a low voice say slowly in the vagueness, with a slightly raised end, and a completely playful tone, as if he was just playing a game, in order to get a toy.

Reluctantly opened his eyes, the physiological mist made him unable to see clearly in front of him, and he could only see a vague outline, no longer the appearance of a monster, but a person——

A tall man, surrounded by curling black mist, rises from the soles of his feet, like a black manzhushahua growing upwards, entangled in entanglements, wrapping the whole person in it, only vaguely can see the slender body and the wide Shoulders, and a pair of dark red eyes that glow with blood.

The strength on his neck suddenly loosened, and Ye Zhao lost his strength in an instant, but because of the strength of the black mist still wrapped around his hands and feet, he stood softly. It rose red, and you could even see the meridians that emerged from exertion.

The cough was so violent that Tai Xué twitched, and then began to beat with the rhythm of his heart. In a daze, Ye Zhao heard Luo Xiaochen, who was beside him, finally relieved his breath, and asked in a hoarse voice. Said: "What good thing?"

Before the man who was wrapped in the black mist could answer, Xia Zhiming suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

The man was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is... I want to play with what you have."

Ye Zhao repeated Luo Xiaochen's question: "What do you want?"

The dark red eyes flashed in the dark mist and said, "A... dagger?"

The three of them frowned, but none of them said anything, but what they thought in their hearts was the same—

How did he know about that dagger?

What does he want an ordinary-looking dagger for?

After a moment of hesitation, he was suffocated again, the black mist on his neck tightened again, and the hard-won oxygen was isolated again. They felt their feet vacated, and the strength on their necks lifted them directly.

The hands and feet are completely immobile, and most of the weight of the whole body is carried by the strength of the neck. In addition to suffocation, there is even a feeling that the head will be separated from the body in a second.

Ye Zhao opened his mouth as he drifted out of consciousness, but couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, a long, angry tiger roar sounded, resounding throughout the forest, causing the branches of the trees to tremble. Then a strong gust of wind blew past, and with the sound of flapping wings, the three of them were thrown aside at once, the strength on their necks suddenly loosened, the lack of oxygen for too long and the impact of falling back to the ground, the three almost only

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