Chapter 95 Winter Explosion 3

The teeth of dragon blood tree juice, wormwood roots and vines, plus a bunch of messy things, were pounded into powder by the little angel and injected into an empty crystal cup.

Aurora began to chant a strange spell. The syllable was one less than the ordinary magic spell, but the words were not clear, and there was a strong nasal sound.

As if alive, the crystal cup began to tremble slightly and began to wriggle like a breath. In this breath, the powder gradually melted into the cup.

After the spell, the cup becomes a multi-colored color cup, but the top of the cup is all transparent, like an ice surface.

Obix rubbed his eyes and was woken up by the spell, "Uncle Allen, what's the matter?" When he opened his eyes, he only saw Allen busy beside the table, and the little angel statue returned to motion.

Aran smiled and pretended not to care about it and stuffed the little angel statue into his arms: "What should I do?" He asked softly.

"Drop a drop of blood into the cup and fill it with water!" The little angel replied.

Alan turned around and said, "How did you sleep?" He wiped the tears from the corners of the child's eyes with his hand, "Now everything is solved - you don't have to worry about someone coming back to hurt you!" The cruelty of the underground world and the location of Obix's father are full of assassination and persecution. The child is not stupid. He has already understood that someone is ready to hurt himself. Really?" He raised his head and stared at Alan: "Have you destroyed the enemy?"

Alan nodded, and he picked up the cup by the way: "Although the enemy has solved it, I haven't found the reason why they want to hurt you - would you like to cooperate with me to do an examination to find out?" He shook the cup: "Or a little pain!"

The child nodded and asked cooperatively, "What should I do?" A resolute look appeared on the child's face: "I'm not afraid of pain!"

Allen carefully took the child's hand and pricked it gently. The blood quickly appeared from the wound and quickly condensed into a drop in the cup.

After the blood fell, the water in the cup began to rotate and faster, and a little light appeared as it rotated on the top of the cup. As the water turned and the light gradually strengthened, a dazzling red light finally appeared, which made the whole cup red.

"Look," the little angel reminded Allen, who was stunned: "The red light has appeared - it is the descendant of the gods of the martial arts school!"

"Oh," Allen answered casually, but quickly lowered his head - the child gently pulled the corner of his clothes. Uncle Allen, how's it going? Have you found the reason?" The child stared at him and put his finger into his mouth after saying that.

"I found it," Allen smiled: "Now I know the reason - are you hungry? I remember you haven't eaten for a while!" After eating, the child nodded shyly and then reached out to catch the plate handed over by Allen. Eat some wood cakes and smoked fish," another fruit appeared in his hand: "And this!"

The child began to eat, and Allen sneaked into the corner of the room.

"It's really a god!" The little angel whispered, "I think you should kill those two guys!" It showed a frightened expression: "If it's really as you said, we will leave as soon as possible after killing them - maybe they have something to do with that guy." It doesn't want to mention the name, but now it has to.

"Where to go?" Allen reminded him, "It's a winter explosion!" He pointed out a problem: "No ship can go to sea!"

"I have a plan!" The little angel smiled and said, "We went from land to the northern end of the continent, and then took a boat to the Kingdom of the Free Alliance!" It landed on Allen's shoulder.

"Yo!" Allen suddenly trembled, "Do you have a thorn in your foot?"

"Thorn? No!" The little angel flew up: "Don't get carried away - go get things done first!"

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When Allen stood in front of the brass door again, he first rubbed his hands and moved his fingers. When he held the handle of the knife again, he felt confident that he could kill any enemy.

Alan pushed the door open, "What are you doing here again?" A voice roared, "You broke in again without my instructions?" The person in the room did not look back and continued his own affairs. The girl under him cried.

Alen saw the situation in the house: at this time, a secret residence has everything needed for a person's life, and there are only a lot more. There are as many girls tied up in the corner, and now ** there is also a person being**.

The unresponsive roar alerted the guy. He first held the dagger by the bed, and then suddenly turned back!

Fortunately, he moves fast enough! Allen's murderous spirit was unprecedented, even when he was provoked by Du Dehua. When the dagger and the curve hit, the blue and white sparks splashed around, the assassin couldn't help retreating, and his arm was faintly painful because of the violent impact.

"You are..." He only shouted two words and was interrupted by Allen's attack. He immediately launched a continuous stabbing like a rainstorm, forcing him to retreat.

Aaron's twisted face was full of anger, which made his attack sharper because of anger - as long as he could maintain the knife, his feet kicked anywhere on his opponent with a gale, and even directly broke through the laborious defense, making the assassin unable to breathe.

"Who the hell are you...? He finally said a word, but he had already leaned against the wall and was attacked by Alan's stormy attack after a lot of physical exhaustion. Obviously, he began to gasp from his heart.

"Me?" He smiled and said, "I'm the person you're about to kill!"

"Are you the protector invited by the fat man?" He shouted laboriously, and at the same time, he secretly took out another dagger hidden in his belt: "We are not enemies - if you want, I can pay you a lot of money for this child!" He said **, "Think about it, a pile of shiny gold coins and a child who has nothing to do with you, which one do you choose?"

Aran smiled again: "The answer to this question is obvious, right?" He took a step forward unsuspectingly, with the machete hanging down.

"Wow--" He took a hard breath and greeted him with a smile: "Only a fool will refuse! - You are a smart man!"

"Real?" The tip of the machete is slightly raised.

Noticing this change, he tried hard but didn't say anything. He walked to the cabinet and took out a bag: "You take a look first!" With a raise of his hand, the bag flew towards Allen.

The bag flew halfway and suddenly exploded!

"Boom"

At the same time, the effort has made a unique move and rushed to Allen with a lightning-fast stab attack. He believes that he has deceived this young man into a trap, and he can complete this perfect counterattack! He grasped the balance when sprinting forward and hoped that he would win a blow.

Allen's attention has been attracted by the bag in the air, and his face is less than a meter away from the dagger - he can almost smell the blood of the dagger piercing his head!

But change is always faster than planned!

The young man suddenly fell short and fell to the ground! He flashed the arc of the dagger attack at this moment, and a sweeping leg hit the opponent's defenseless leg! - Before he realized the attack, he had already looked up to the sky and fell to the ground.

Aran suddenly stopped his coming and turned over and stood up. Before the opponent figured out the lightning counterattack, he had already looked down at him, and the tip of the knife drew a deep blood stain on the enemy's throat.

"What else can I say?" Allen roared.

Blood gushed out of the throat and made a 'cluck' sound when blocking the trachea - struggling to cover the throat with one hand, blindly rolling on the ground, trying to escape death!

Finally, his legs twitched a few times and he couldn't move on the ground!

Aran turned his head and looked at several pairs of eyes widened by fear. He sighed. Because he knew that he was unable to protect these weak women, but he really couldn't bear to watch them stay here and be destroyed.

"Wait for an hour, and then you leave," he turned his head so as not to look at those eyes and soften his heart: "I'll clean up a way and clean up the sentry!"

After saying that, he opened the brass door and left the secret room.

Allen killed all the sentries effortlessly - it must be admitted that he can do this so easily, mainly because the orcs' eyesight is not good, even if they are werewolves, they are not as good as themselves with night eyes.

Allen felt extremely happy when he returned to the Nautilus, not only because he killed his opponent, but more importantly, he rescued several weak women.

When he opened the door, Allen was surprised to find that the cup in the room was emitting a seven-color light.

"What is this?" Allen was surprised. He remembered that Obix's blood was red.

"I was about to ask you!" Aurora turned her head and found that it was confused. "It shouldn't be this color - red represents martial arts, blue represents magic, and yellow represents the god of creation - you are actually colorful!"

"What? Me?" Allen exclaimed, "Are you using my blood?" He asked, "When did you get it? Why don't I know?"

"It doesn't matter when you take it," Aurora doesn't care about this question. "What matters is color!" He muttered to himself, "Do you think there will be a mutation in the gods?"

"Do you think I'm also a god?" Allen smiled and said, "I'm just an ordinary person! - What you made may be bad!"

"It also makes sense!" Aurora thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Maybe the material is not very good, so it's only used once and it's a problem!" It said mockingly, "I can't say that you are a mixture of many gods and creation gods, can I?"

A mixture of gods and Creators, this sentence echoes throughout the cabin, but neither Alan nor Aurora knows that this sentence was really mentioned many years later...