Chapter 125： treatment

Undead... Why are there such high-level undeads here?

The dark elf resisted the pain in his mind and kept his consciousness as clear as possible.

After confirming that her arrow had completely killed the two right-handed trial court guys, she looked at the slayer who was floating in midair in front of her.

This guy is not the undead that can be seen everywhere in the catacombs. Only the battlefield that is close to tens of thousands of people can nourish this fierce...spirit.

The sorcerer turned his head slightly, and it saw the fire of the moving soul in the eye, so that the dark elf instantly felt something caught her heart.

The Dark Elves did not have the idea of ​​fighting this dangerous undead. She was ready to escape, and the Soul Eater extended her finger twice as long as the human finger, pointing out a dark elf. direction.

The place leading to this direction is the Black Pigeon Inn. The doubts rise in her heart. It didn't take long for the soul-hunter to disappear before her eyes.

This undead... in the end is...

The dark elf just wanted to think, and the pain that the brain was almost shattered appeared again in her mind.

She fell to the ground and rubbed her forehead, and the whispers of some unknown creature kept ringing in her ears, and she heard a thick gliding sound.

Even the scene in front of me has changed. She vaguely saw in the dark space that some kind of huge and desperate creature opened its pupil.

Illusion!

The dark elf who had been in the heresy for some time knew clearly what terrible things were in the hallucinations that appeared in front of him.

She resisted the resounding pain in her mind and once again became a crow flying into the sky, flying towards the nearest shelter of the Squirrel Street, the Black Pigeon Inn.

When she saw the light from the window on the second floor of the Black Pigeon Hotel, her consciousness became blurred again.

This caused her to lose her balance in the air, directly hit the window on the second floor of the hotel in the form of a crow, and then rolled down on the floor and changed back to the human form.

“Thousands of faces... What happened?”

The black pigeon hotel owner Plucker just cleaned on the second floor, when he saw the dark elf hit the wall on the other side of the corridor in a very embarrassing manner.

Pluck immediately threw the broom in his hand and ran to the dark elf.

He has never seen this dark elf look so embarrassed. From the day she appeared on Squirrel Street, the underground organization of Squirrel Street has completely reshuffled.

She only took a few days to hold the right to rule the black pigeons in an absolute attitude...

But now she is like a person who is seriously ill and will fall on the floor and gasp.

"flower…"

The voice of the Dark Elves sounded so urgent that it was a bit arrogant... She bit her teeth and struggled with the illusion of repeated repetition.

"Give me all the flowers of the hotel!"

Pluk realized the seriousness of the situation. He immediately ran up and collected useful flowers from the entire hotel.

After a few minutes, Pruk took a few bunches of flowers in front of the dark elves.

Since these are just decorations in the hotel, it is not so fresh.

Her gaze shifted to the colorful flowers, and the faint scent from the flowers made her feel a little joyful, and these emotions helped her to dispel some of the crazy thoughts in her mind.

But it is not enough... It’s just that a few bouquets can’t divert her attention, and awaken her inner positive emotions to help her overcome the whisper of resounding in her mind.

In this way, she will soon be swallowed up by these crazy thoughts in her mind, thus losing her sense.

She must find something that will make her happy quickly.

Like a place like Squirrel Street, it is almost impossible to find a garden full of flowers, that money?

The illusion in her eyes changed again, and in her eyes the entire hotel burned with flames, and in her ears seemed to hear some familiar sounds.

It is from the dark elves of her life, the mourning of her loved ones.

The illusion of the death of a loved one completely angered her, in order to vent her hand fists on the wall behind her...

The illusion of the flame did not bring her any heat, the temperature of the dark elf began to decline gradually, and this cold breath rushed out of her body.

It didn't take long for a beam of light to appear in her field of vision, dispelling the illusions in her eyes.

"Get up a little, I don't want my future TV station's chief reporter to go crazy in this ghost place."

reporter? The dark elf seemed to have heard such a strange word there. Her eyes finally had a little focal length, and she saw Qiao Xiu who was half a squat in front of her.

"you……"

"Tell me how to stabilize your body and mental state before you complain."

Qiao Xiu stayed at the Black Pigeon Hotel today to handle the filming of the daytime scenes, and let the undead that he summoned sway around the squirrel street.

Just now the slayer who was summoned by Qiao Xiu completed his task and returned to the territory of the skeleton.

There are four daytime banshees floating around the dark elf, who are the photographers responsible for the shooting during the day.

The four daytime banshees showed a milky white light shining on the dark elf falling to the ground.

Since these banshees have forgotten their former resentment and changed their minds, they have evolved into a special solar charging board.

During the day, they only use the sun under the sun to absorb the energy from the sun to maintain their existence.

The stored light and heat can be released if necessary in the evening...

Unfortunately, Qiao Xiu is not a science student, and he does not know what the principle is, and even if the science student probably needs to add a deputy occupation of the Necromancer, he can understand the physiological state of the day banshee.

With the help of the daytime banshee, the consciousness of the dark elves was finally awake.

"You elves should not have the setting to eat flowers and return blood? I mean that plants can treat themselves?"

Qiao Xiu picked up a wild flower that was about to wither on the ground. Just now, Pruskman’s hotel looked for flowers and Qiao Xiu saw it.

Qiao Xiu followed him to the second floor, only to find the dark elf who fell to the corner of the wall and looked close to dying.

"I don't have any problems with my body... I need something interesting, something... something that makes me happy."

She strongly propped up her consciousness and wanted to stand up, but she failed. The sunshine only made her feel better, but she could not dispel the chaotic whispers of her consciousness.

In desperation she said such a request, although she did not have any hope for Qiao Xiu.

Because many years ago, there was nothing in the world that made her feel interesting.