The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 895 Open a Book of Fairy Tales 16

  Vicki thought casually, snorted, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his bright red tongue.

  The delicate and pale face was hidden in the shadows, the black mist became thicker and thicker, rubbing against his face affectionately, the temperature was cold, and wrapped around his ankles, as if wanting to keep him here forever.

  Finally, Vicky stopped and saw the picture in front of him!

   That is a sword.

   Inserted on the tombstone.

  All the black mist around is scrambling to surround the sword, like a black sea, and the vast ocean will drown people!

   Offer with blood and sacrifice with bones.

  The long sword was inserted into the tombstone so quietly, the dark white blade could cut through the sky, and the blade licked blood.

  The hilt of the sword is engraved with complicated and ancient patterns, and the red light flickers in the spreading black text.

  Vicky stared at it for a long time, his blood-thin lips raised an arc of unknown meaning, walked straight towards it, stretched out his hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

  The next second, there was a strong wind!

  The sobs of ghosts and wolves echoed sharply in his ears, and countless ghost hands grew in his mind, desperately tearing his nerves.

  Vicky was thrown tens of meters away, the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was like a blood-red rose in full bloom.

  He hissed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared fixedly at the unmoving long sword in the distance, a gentle and deep voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

   "When we Ash grow up, we will become the best black magicians."

   "It's not evil, it's the human heart."

  The small attic was filled with warm sunlight in the deep winter. A young woman was sitting on the floor knitting a sweater, her face was blurred by the sunlight, and she couldn't see clearly.

  The camera turned again, and it was still in the attic. The little boy was lying on the window sill looking up at the sky, and asked in a confused voice, "Am I different from everyone else?"

   "You have to accept your unique self."

  The woman hugged the four or five-year-old child in front of her, reached out to caress his face, and gently kissed his forehead.

  The camera turned again, but it wasn't the young woman who appeared, but the drunken girl who leaned in his arms like a kitten after the dance that night.

  She raised her head and kissed his cheek, her eyes were shining brightly, and she said, "I like you so much."

  The soft voice echoed in Vicky's ears at midnight time and time again, echoing in the empty world at this time.

  He remembered her breathing, body temperature, heartbeat and smell, which were vivid and vivid.

  Or the girl stayed with him at night in the forest, struggled to make a bonfire with the wood, her face was dirty like a kitten, and she was so sleepy that she told him to be a good sister.

  Or on the last night, she said that everything could be told to her. The moment before she was captured by the dragon, the two hands with interlocking fingers sweated in the cold winter and were firmly clasped.

  All the pictures are like old shots in memories, giving him a sense of infinite power, and he is fearless in this dark world.

  The indifferent and hard heart is full of spring with a dead tree, and a warm current is injected along the blood vessels that are about to dry up, turning into a steady stream of vitality.

   "Vicki! Viksh! Where are you?"

  It seemed that the girl's crisp and anxious voice sounded from the sky, calling his name again and again.

  Vicky listened to the echo and was extremely sure.

   She's outside!

  So Vicky strode forward, two completely different temperaments of coldness and evil constantly intertwined with each other.

  Go to the sword!

  The world fears and loathes black magic, which has already become an unspeakable taboo.

   Maybe with hundreds of years, the black magician has become history, disappeared into the long river, and ushered in death.

   When he was young, Vicky resolutely embarked on this road in order to find the source of the curse, not to mention that his mother in his memory would die of illness.

   Now, I dare to admit that I love another person.

  …

   Forest dense place.

  The two forks in the road symbolize different fates. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces.

   "Go to the right." Qi Anding looked at the two intersections, and finally insisted, with a convincing tone.

   "Ryan, you believe me, my feeling has always been more accurate, if we go to the left, we may not be able to get out."

   "Okay." Ryan believed her.

   Two people walked towards the dark and narrow road, their backs were blurred by the thick fog.

  At the fork on the left, the running Linglu showed a strange smile.

  Yi An's back felt cold along the way, and she always felt that something was staring at her. She also had this feeling when she was in the forest at night last time, but she was not so afraid when Vicky was there.

   But when she looked back, she couldn't see anything, it was creepy.

   "How many forks are there!" Ryan waved his long sword violently, and the blood red in his eyes became more intense.

   This is the fourth time, and it is exactly the same two forks, heaven and hell, just in one thought.

   Qi'an comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm afraid of you like this." Wooooooooooow.

   Ryan managed to calm down and nodded. The two still insisted on walking to the right together. After all, sudden lane changes are more prone to accidents.

   It was hard to see clearly from a few meters away, Qi An and Rui En walked side by side, and felt her shoulders sink, and a hand came up to her, and she knocked it off without even thinking about it.

   "Brother, I'm tired from walking, don't put my shoulders on your shoulders."

   "What did you say?" Ryan looked at her inexplicably, "I didn't put your shoulders."

   The four eyes met, and a strange dead silence filled the air.

  Qi'an sniffed her nose firmly, holding back the trembling tears: "Then you'd better... let's take a ride."

  She is afraid of ghosts! ! !

  Ryan's situation is getting more and more wrong, and as he goes deeper, he becomes more irritable.

  Qi'an deeply felt that this could not go on like this, made up his mind, and said solemnly: "Ruen, look at me."

  Ryan looked at her suspiciously.

   Qi'an pursed her lower lip, stood on the dark and gloomy path, and made seals with her hands.

  Ice blue light and shadow rose from the fingertips, the star wheel was ancient and complicated, the cold wind blew up and messed up her long hair, her eyes were holy and tough.

  The light and shadow seemed to have scalded the surrounding bones, and the tentacles that were about to move towards them in the darkness seemed to have encountered some terrible force, and they retreated violently!

  A ray of blue light entered between Ryan's eyebrows, his body shook, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes blankly, and the blood in his eyes faded: "How did we get here?"

   "Because we want to save Vicki." Qi An smiled, his brows and eyes were soft, his face turned pale by three points, suppressing the **** smell in his throat, his expression was extremely tough and brave.

  The thirteenth fork in the road.

  There is only one beautiful and dreamy candy house in front of you, exuding a sweet smell.

  Ryan's face changed drastically, knowing that the anomaly he just had was definitely related to the candy house, he gritted his teeth: "What should I do."

   "If you can't get out, it will be ruined." Qi An said.

   Just when she was about to seal.

"and many more!"

  (end of this chapter)