Chapter 621 If You Don’t Eat It, I Will.

boom!

The dripping flesh and blood shattered in the air, and the nightmarish red opera robe was mixed in the red rain, falling feebly on the waves of the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing this scene, the cardinal, who was already as dry as a skeleton, stayed there for a few seconds, then collapsed to the ground weakly, staring at the sky with dull eyes, as if he had not yet come out of the shadow just now.

The red rain fell into pieces, and the world fell into deathly silence at this moment.

"...Dead?" Meihua J frowned slightly when she saw this scene from a distance.

"Not dead." Jian Changsheng shrugged calmly, "Just watch, he will be back in less than ten seconds."

"Everyone was killed in the explosion, can he still survive?"

"Do you understand the gold content of the 6 of hearts? Whether you die or live well, it's all just the effect of the show..."

Plum Blossom J looked into the distance suspiciously, as if waiting for something.

…

"That monster...is finally dead?"

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, but the two bishops of Jiangtian Sect seem to be very afraid of him... If it weren't for him, I'm afraid the ceremony would really attract the 'Destruction of the World'."

"So is he an enemy or a friend?"

"Everyone is dead, does it matter whether they are friends or foes?"

"..."

Several Fu Sheng Hui members who rushed to the scene rescued their companions who were still alive in a pool of blood. From the corner of their eyes, they glanced in the direction where Chen Ling exploded just now, with lingering fear.

"Sir, that bishop is still alive. Do you want to live or just kill him?" A member of the Fu Sheng Hui came to Yang Mu Quan and asked, pointing to the angry red cardinal in the distance. At this moment, there were already two Fu Sheng Hui. Members move closer.

"The scarlet master of ghosts mocking the abyss...the formless king who teases fate...the scarlet master of ghosts mocking the abyss...the shapeless king who teases fate..."

Even though Chen Ling was dead, the many shadow centipede cubs never stopped chanting. They still crawled respectfully in the pool of blood, and their voices were louder than before!

The shepherd dog was still frowning at the red opera robe. He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!

"Wait...let them come back!!"

The two Fushenge members who were walking there stopped at the same time and turned back in confusion.

call--

A breeze blew by, causing ripples to appear on the sea of ​​blood.

The red opera robe fluttered in the wind, and the broken flesh and blood on the ground seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance. It was drawn under the opera robe from all directions, and the outline of the flesh and blood of the human body was vaguely outlined!

"This is……"

There was horror in everyone's eyes!

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 34%]

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[Audience Expectation Value +3]

…

The cardinal did not see this.

He held his hands on the ground, tremblingly climbed up from the pool of blood, used up the last strength of his body, and walked towards the distance step by step...

Of course he knew that with his current state, he would never be able to leave here alive. With his current level of weakness, any member of the Fushenge could subdue him without using Shinto.

All he can do is to find a neat way to die for himself... In short, as long as he doesn't die in the hands of [mockery]!

The Jiangtian Sect lives in the gray world, and no one understands disasters and "destruction" better than they do. The Cardinal would rather be trampled to death by the [Xi] Disaster than become the [Mocking] Disaster. The dead souls at the hands of [Mockery]... Only a few people in this world know that something more desperate than death will happen if someone dies at the hands of [Mockery] Disaster.

The cardinal knew very well that [Mockery] Disaster would never die so easily, so he had to kill himself as soon as possible...

before it re-stages.

The cardinal staggered for a few steps, and finally saw the boning knife lying in a pool of blood, and his eyes flashed with joy.

He immediately bent down to pick up the knife, grasped the handle with his skinny arms, pointed the blade at his throat, took a deep breath, and stabbed forward hard!

The next moment, a dead branch touched his Adam's apple and broke into two pieces.

The cardinal's pupils suddenly shrank!

"The scarlet master who mocks the abyss...the formless king who mocks fate...the ghost mocks the abyss..."

The chanting sounds echoed in the cardinal's ears.

Trembling all over, he turned his head with difficulty and saw a young man wearing a red opera robe, holding a boning knife, standing behind him like a ghost.

His body was too clean. There was no trace of blood on his hair, fingertips, skin, or hem of his opera robe. He was like a vermilion flower emerging from the mud but not stained, standing quietly in the wind and sighing...

"Sorry, I looked a little ugly when I was eating just now." The handsome young man smiled slightly.

"However, you still have a bit of fragrance on you...the last bit."

The boning knife danced on his fingertips, and the next moment, it pierced the cardinal's chest.

The cardinal's body shook violently!

In his extremely horrified eyes, scarlet blood flowed along the blade to the ground. He watched with his own eyes as the blade cut open his flesh and blood bit by bit, exposing his chest to the air.

A heart with the last breath of the Red Star remaining was beating silently.

A clean and slender hand penetrated the cardinal's chest, and then slowly stretched out. Deep red nectar dripped down his fingertips, and a fresh peach was already in his hand.

Chen Ling took the peach and smiled at the cardinal.

"Do you want to eat? If you don't want to eat, I will..."

The cardinal stared at the scene blankly, his pale lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a word.

Chen Ling put his nose in front of the peach and sniffed it gently. The plump peach should be ripe, exuding a faint fragrance that penetrated into Chen Ling's nose.

He opened his lips and took a light breath. The peach turned into a faint red mist and penetrated into the corner of his mouth and was swallowed into his stomach.

Chen Ling's eyes were intoxicated again. He licked his lips unconsciously. I don't know if it was because of the peach, his lips became more and more red, as if they were painted with a layer of rouge, with a fatal beauty.

The cardinal opened his mouth, but could only make a horrified whimper. After staggering back two steps, he fell stiffly in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Chen Ling said with a smile.

Woo woo woo——

The sighing wind blew across the sea of ​​blood. Everyone around saw this scene with their own eyes and stood there like a sculpture.

Even Jian Changsheng was shocked by the scene of Chen Ling eating peaches just now. He trembled and wanted to say something, but turned around and lowered his head to vomit!

In this suffocating silence, a crisp sound came from a distance.

"Pah pah pah..."

Many shadow centipede cubs crawled on the ground, kneeling in the direction of the red costume, as if they were worshiping their "king"... and among them, a girl in a gorgeous dress was smiling and clapping her white hands, like an audience who had watched a gorgeous performance, giving applause without hesitation!

The sighing wind drowned the audience's horror,

The costume smiled in the silent sea of ​​blood,

The disaster was worshiping,

The believer was cheering.