Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 223

After all, Yale Liga paid the price for her impulsive behavior.Although Dufu didn't have the guts to drag her out of the cell like the previous ones, making people sleepless all night, and he didn't dare to peel off her skin or nails against Villar's wishes, but he could take revenge from another angle Yale Liga.

For three whole days, he threw her share of water out of the window in front of Yale Liga, and then took off his pants to show off at her.What he said was very ordinary to Yale Liga, neither worthy of appreciation, nor too cramped to be seen by others.She ignored the ordinary scene, but hunger was another matter.

Every morning, the condensation of the night would fall from the ceiling, providing her with minimal supplies.But she can't feed on steel (she's already considering doing some modifications after escaping).She was so hungry that she could hardly get up from the ground, and she expected that Dovo would never give her even the most disgusting food until she was dying.In order to allow herself to persevere, Yale Liga told herself in her heart that this was completely self-inflicted, while saving her energy as much as possible, lying on the ground to rest quietly.

She was asleep most of the time, and when it was difficult to fall asleep, she went to observe the prisoner on the opposite side.Ji Zangyu (if that's his real name) looked like those hapless mages who had their skins peeled off after the first attack by the Inferno.His whole body was integrated with the red dress, and his original image could hardly be seen. For three days, he remained in the state in which he was first thrown into the prison, as if he had never moved a single finger.The raw meat that Du Fu put into his cell had already begun to rot, emitting an odor that was hard to ignore.

This abnormality made Allerica feel strange.Including herself, she has seen several prisoners being entertained by "hell spirits".Of course, it was hellish torture, but Aconitum always knew how to measure it.If left unchecked, the Hell Spirit would tear the victim to pieces, a waste the old witch doctor could not tolerate.After all, mages are rarer than the slaves raised and matured in groups outside the mountains, and every part must be used to the maximum.Therefore, Yale Liga can also conclude that no matter how he tortures this new prisoner, he will never let the rare materials be destroyed by the greedy and useless mouths of the prison spirits.

According to past experience, prisoners still have the energy to groan, scream, and cry after being tortured.Their wounds fester for a long time, leaving them restless for a moment.Ji Zangyu was the quietest prisoner she had ever seen after being hurt by the prison spirit. He seemed to have never regained consciousness.

Yale Liga began to speculate that there were other factors, such as the mother and child corpse oil that the aconite poured into him.Usually it is used as the material of the ritual, and it will not be palatable to most of the creatures locked here, but it will not be fatal.However, she also knew that "cleanliness" was a taboo requirement for some ancient covenants.Some elves must not be stained with blood, otherwise they will become mortals and age quickly; some spiritual practitioners must not have evil thoughts in their hearts, otherwise they will lose their mana and die unexpectedly.Among these complicated demands, although some of them made Yale Liga feel unreasonable, most of them came from some kind of ethical or moral standpoint.

Deboviral once gave her a knife.The scimitar with a dark blue blade is said to be a relic left by "Crimson Vera".For the blood of the witches of Dibovira's line, the fairies forged this weapon for her, entrusting a serpent to her when the Sanctuary of Doom was founded.According to Villar, "Crimson Vera" used this knife to dismember her biological mother and made the world's first dancing demon.

Yale Liga still remembers the scene at that time.At that time, she and Villar had just fallen in love, but they had not decided how long the relationship would last.For various reasons, she did not hug Villars.She has seen too many examples and lessons in her own memory. If the unique way of life of the Gospels has summed up some emotional lessons, it is that "unprofitable impulsive love never lasts long."

When the Gospel and a partner fade from their first passion, they have shared all they know and see.Ironically, when there is no controversy and strangeness among them, the passionate love that brought them together will suddenly disappear.The degenerated Evangelists cannot transform their partners into the same kind, which means that if no offspring are born, the knowledge they share will eventually disappear with the death of their partners, and the number of people chasing Paradise cannot increase from this.

paradise.paradise.Paradise is what they long for most, not loyalty to a mate.When a couple in love suddenly realizes this, it can mean the end of their relationship.

But at that time, at that moment, Allerica thought that Villars would be different.They have a common ancestral memory, and a common vision and desire for paradise, although Villar is not a true evangelical family.But so what?If he and the Doomsday Church can really bring paradise to this place, then it doesn't matter whether they are evangelists or not.There will be no more strife or doubt here, and all will enter into eternal harmony.If such a dream can be achieved, all sacrifices are worth it.

At that time, she convinced herself like this, and the second peak was so beautiful in her eyes.Sitting on the cliff at dusk, she watched the river at the bottom of the mountain glisten in the light mist, like a brilliant winding golden belt.Villars always traveled across the river-filled valley in a small boat made of smoked willow.He would leave his guards below and make his way up this remote hill alone.

"Yara," he said, "I want to show you something."

He carried an ancient silver casket.After opening the lid of the box, Yale Liga saw a dark blue scimitar lying on the crimson silk cushion.

Villar took out the knife and turned it in his hand.Yale Liga was close to him, watching the blade glisten in the afterglow, like an indigo lake.She was attracted by the beauty of the weapon, but it was not clear why Villar had shown her this.

"This knife is called 'Debovira's No Regret'." Villar introduced, "It is a weapon dedicated to Crimson Vera by the fairies."

He told Yale Liga about the bloody history of the knife and the flame spell attached to the blade.Allerica was also surprised by those words.She lightly touched the knife with her fingers, and from her fingertips came a cold touch like a mountain spring.

"Depowella's No Regrets," she murmured inexplicably. "Why is it called that?"

"I don't know," Villar said.There was genuine nostalgia and sadness in his eyes, which made Yarelica's chest tremble slightly.She thought that "Crimson Vera" slaughtered so many Evangelists, including her mother and herself, and for all these crazy and brutal actions, the only feeling left by "Crimson Vera" to future generations turned out to be "No regrets".

As she struggled to throw the matter into the depths of the memory maze, Villar turned the scimitar the other way.He grasped the blade with his hands, and handed the handle to Yareriga.Yalai Liga didn't understand that action at first, until he heard him say: "Yarai, I want to give it to you."

Allerica looked at him in amazement.She saw the bloody sunset spread behind Villar, reddening his pale skin.At that moment, his gaze was sincere and moving, as sad as ice and as eager as fire.

He said: "You're the right man, Yalai. You deserve it, and together we'll make a difference. Let 'Crimson Vera' do it."

That was the most expensive gift he gave to Allerica before proposing.In answer, Allerica decided to end her aimless wanderings and stay forever in the Sanctuary of Doom.

How regrettable and ridiculous those thoughts are now.She did not know where the knife had gone, it was not with her when she awoke, and Villar must have taken it back.But it would be a good thing to take it back, because she was full of remorse in her heart. According to Villar's warning, a person full of remorse would not only be unable to use it smoothly, but would be hurt by the spell on it.She didn't want to burn her hands trying to slit Villar's throat.

The taboo of the ancient law is really a nuisance.For three whole days, she watched Ji Zangyu lay there without moving a single finger.Allerica had to believe it had something to do with what the Aconitum fed him.Apparently, the young man had some kind of taboo similar to "not cannibalism", which caused him to sleep until now.Would that kill him?Yareriga wasn't sure, but there were very few such "cleanliness" taboos that would kill someone outright, and she guessed that was why the Aconitum dared to do it.

On the fourth night, Du Fu still didn't give her the food.He lingered in front of Ji Zangyu's cell for a while, with a greedy expression.Yale Liga was powerless to drive him away, and felt a little surprised while being annoyed. She thought that the morbid obsession displayed by Du Fu had exceeded the normal level, as if he had some kind of addictive reaction after sucking Ji Zangyu's blood .She doubted that Du Fu would have eaten the bloody unconscious prisoner alive if it hadn't been for the order of the black-headed man.

In the end Du Fu walked away.Another cold, tormenting night fell, and Yareriga cowered in a half-dream, dreaming of the old Villars, the blue scimitar, and her own mother.A certain warm feeling soaked her, making her feel at ease physically and mentally, as if she had turned back to the little girl curled up in her mother's arms in the past.

Some kind of light made her open her eyes.For a moment she thought she was out of prison, because there was no wind in the room and the air was as warm as spring.But then she saw the row of iron bars engraved with spells.

The blue moonlight passed through the small window and spread on the corridor between the prisons on both sides.The black iron is infiltrated by moonlight, showing a jade-like luster.

In front of this square inch of moonlight, "she" stood like a phantom.

The red sleeves of "her" meander like flowing water, making Yale Liga think that she has seen the dead soul of "Crimson Vera".Immediately afterwards, "she" turned her head, and among the black hair scattered like crane feathers, Yale Liga saw a brilliant but empty face.

"She" smiled mysteriously, staring at Yale Liga with dark pupils, gradually revealing motherly love.

"--in this way."

The voice of "her" echoed in Yale Liga's mind like a jade knock.

"Thank you for the girl."

"She" said softly, walked through the railing engraved with mantras, and came to Yale Liga.The long scarlet sleeves flowed down to Yareriga's horns, and that face was shattered immediately.

The fragments flew in all directions, and Yareriga subconsciously closed her eyes.When she opened her eyes again, she had woken up from this weird dream.The sky was bright, and white spots came in from the small window.

She went to look at the cage opposite and found that there was no one there.That boy died?Jailbroken?These two thoughts jumped into her head first.

Then she heard chewing next to her.

Yale Liga turned her head.She saw that she had an extra roommate in her cell.Ji Zangyu, who was bloody and bloody yesterday, was sitting cross-legged in the corner of her cell, chewing wild fruits to herself.His robes were as fresh as new, and his skin was smooth and intact.

She stared at him, forgetting her strange dream, even forgetting that she was still in prison.For a full 10 minutes, the only sound left in the cell was the sound of the teenager chewing.

"...do you eat?" the boy asked blankly.

(End of this chapter)