Chapter 613

Fly over the spotted dog and angel looks at it.

As he had seen before, he was crouching in the mud like flesh and blood, his head arched from time to time, looking like eating food.

But when he looked carefully, he found that although the spotted dog's head had been stirring, the flesh and blood on the ground had not decreased at all.

"He didn't eat it?" Angel raised his eyebrows. If he didn't eat, why did he lie his head in the rotten meat and blood mud? Don't you have any special hobbies?

Angel thought and decided to get closer.

As angel approached, the spotted dog raised his head in a daze, revealing his bloody face.

As the spotted dog looked up, angel finally saw why Toby kept motioning him to look at it --

Because a strange smell is coming out of the rotten meat on the ground and pouring into the spotted dog's mouth.

Previously, hookdick's body flew everywhere because of the explosion. The spotted dog was absorbing the strange smell along hookdick's body.

The appearance of spotted dog is very scary now, which makes people unconsciously associate with the devil that sucks people's essence.

But Angel carefully identified the rear and found some clues. The dog inhaled the strange smell in his mouth, with a wave that he was quite familiar with.

"This is..." angel frowned and recalled the source of the fluctuation.

Suddenly, Toby flew over, with a gray smell around him, whispering beside angel.

After hearing Toby, angel was stunned. His eyes slowly moved to the gravity vein around Toby's body, and then looked at the strange smell absorbed in the spotted dog's mouth. He suddenly realized: "this is a kind of law vein?!"

"Is the dog absorbing the blood?"

According to angel's judgment, the "law context" generated from hookdick's flesh and blood is very thin, and a breath of soul escapes. It is estimated that where hookdick understood some soul rules, but the source of the law context has not yet been formed.

Thinking that hookdick went to the "soul land" for some time, angel guessed that hookdick understood the soul law in the soul land. Although he didn't know much about "soul land", according to the news revealed in nice's words, soul land should be a kind of witchcraft garden exclusive to the soul department.

Hookdick can understand the law of the soul from the formed witchcraft garden. Even if it is very thin and does not become a system, it can also be said to be the posture of heaven.

So far, angel has been to several witchcraft gardens, but he has not learned any rules from the formed witchcraft garden. From this point of view, hookdick beat Angel completely.

Perhaps it was also because of the soul law that hookdick understood that he still preserved his self-consciousness under the threat of parasites.

Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, he finally died here and was defeated by angel. Even the rules he understood were sucked by the spotted dog?!

Angel suddenly remembered that now is not a good time to lament a dead man's talent.

Now more attention should be paid to why the dog can absorb the law from the dead?

He had been in the dog's body for a period of time and knew that there was a large and huge mysterious smell in its body. Angel estimated that the dog might be a mysterious spirit or a mysterious thing.

Whatever it is, does its current behavior mean that its ability is the context of the law of absorption?

So after it is absorbed, what is the use of these laws and veins that have lost their host and have no root?

Angel guessed for a long time, but he still couldn't get an accurate answer. He didn't have any position to ask fox. After thinking about it, he could only restrain the puzzle. He decided to focus on finding nausica first. There are so many unsolved mysteries in the world that it's impossible for everyone to solve them.

Thinking of this, angel returned to the inspection site.

He also asked Toby to ignore the behavior of the spotted dog. Now he is trying his best to find nausica.

Although Toby's lamp was overturned, the flames of the surrounding ancient buildings were brighter than before, which illuminated the mezzanine space very brightly.

Angel stood in front of the exit, and Toby hovered over the heads of the people, looking for the smell of nausica.

Time passed slowly, and another half an hour passed.

Nearly 80% of the six digit people in the mezzanine space have dispersed. In this process, angel still didn't see nausica.

A quarter of an hour later, all the personnel in the mezzanine space were gone, and there was still no trace of nausica.

Angel's expression sank. Why are Shan and Xiliu here, but nausica disappeared? Could it be that nausica didn't actually come to this mezzanine space?

He looked back and frowned at Shan and Xiliu.

They were still held by the gravity vein and suspended quietly behind them. Facing angel, Shan's expression was a little timid, while Xiliu was still sleeping.

His * * is kept in Sanders' gravity garden. There is no way to release the nightmare and eliminate the parasitic species in their bodies. Otherwise, you can ask them about nausica.

Angel thought for a moment. He kind of wanted Fox and flog to help them eliminate the parasitic species, but he couldn't find a reason to persuade them.

Maybe you don't have to convince, just ask and see how they react?

Thinking of this, angel looked at Fox and flog.

Fox saw angel's eyes, shook his big tail and flew over: "Lord Sava, have you selected your slaves?"

Flog is also unwilling to fall behind: "praise the queen, quack. Although the moon doesn't moisten my throat, I have a moonlight in my heart and want to recite it to Lord Sava."

Why does it sound like love? Angel pulled a corner of his mouth. "Music is not busy in advance. It's an elegant art. Now, it's burning here. It's too bad to play here."

Flog: "the fire can't quench my poetic interest. I will dedicate the more passionate war epic I just created to Lord Sava."

Angel choked. He wanted to find a chance to interrupt, but flog couldn't say a word because of his successive cadence.

"Well... Well, there's also the beauty of passion. Fire and passionate aria make you feel full of joy when you think about it. It's really a performance that people look forward to." Angel's dry road.

Now that angel agreed, flog's energy came up at once. I don't know where to make a pile of log boxes, stack them together to form a simple stage, and then took the lead in standing up.

"Although the stage is simple, my inner enthusiasm will not diminish, quack!" Flog took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a woman, as if brewing an aria that was about to blurt out.

Fox turned over and fell next to flog, brought a wooden stool, sat down and gently played the harp.

Not to mention, fox's image and action today are full of style, with a red tail swinging around, vaguely with a sense of confusing people's minds. And its playing level is really high. As long as flog doesn't speak, fox's piano sound is very beautiful. But as soon as flog opens his mouth to sing, fox will change his piano sound process and turn into strange and wonderful piano sound with flog's voice.

Today, that is the case.

Flogson sang an epic that he thought was passionate, but it sounded a little petty in angel's ear, and the logic was very problematic. One second, it was a beautiful picture of "brewing Moonlight", and the next second, it became the battlefield of the dead of "old bones".

If there are fierce contradictions and contrasts, coupled with the tension and conflict of the story, it is also a masterpiece. But it happened that flog completely combined his beautiful images to create a nondescript poem, also known as epic, which is also a joke.

More unfortunately, fox's original excellent piano playing level was also biased in flog's strange singing tone, sometimes light, sometimes strange, and occasionally made a fierce sharp sound, just like the disgusting sound made by a woman's fingernails across a flat drawing board.

Angul looked at it with his head depressed. It felt like he was suffering.

After a song, angel's pale cheek finally opened a dry smile, and then a music review came out from between his teeth: "this aria has a lasting appeal."

As for what charm, imagine it yourself. He can't think of any more good words.

Flog was ready to sing the second poem. Angel sighed slightly in his heart and endured it. He had to listen to what he said at the beginning, but now he has to listen on his knees.

But just then, a golden silk thread appeared out of thin air.

It was inserted between them and poked a log box into pieces.

"This is Yorkshire's empty puppet line." Fox put down his harp and murmured.

Flog exclaimed, "this annoying guy, quack, is he coming to destroy my performance?! the moonlight will hate it, absolutely!"

The sudden appearance as like as two peas, and Angell raised eyebrow, the golden silk thread is exactly the same as the silk thread that she saw on the puppet woman outside the hall.

Listening to Fox's tone, it was Yorkshire who blocked the way.

Angel still remembered that Yorkshire was entangled with his mentor. Fox should have been right before. Why did silk thread suddenly appear here?

When Angel wondered, the gold line suddenly moved, and a strange wave came out of the gold line.

Fox closed his eyes and stood up directly the next second: "Yorkshire is calling us to pass. It seems to be in a passive position."

Flog curled his lips. "I'm not going. I'm going. You're going."

Fox was not surprised by flog's choice and shook his tail: "I'll go and see the situation."

Fox said, said a rude word to angel, and then ran out of the mezzanine space and disappeared into the dark. seventy-four

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