MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 170 Hell trial

The powerful magic pressure swept through the whole of Nibbs.

The familiar chilling atmosphere made countless deceitful and brutal fallen people in the city shudder, and they looked at the center of the magic pressure, thinking back to the scene many years ago - that time, in the powerful demon Under control, they really realized for the first time what exactly is hell.

There are also those who have not experienced the things of the past, who do not understand what happened, and why the old fallen people who have always been around can show such fear and fear, and can only guess from sporadic words-

"Devil Emerson..."

"Amy's majesty..."

The fallen men trembled and whispered the name that made them fearful.

If the real magic storm merges in Ye Yingzhi’s body, it is wrapped in a strong, desperate and evil black death breath, like the trial from the abyss of hell, but one second before the storm bursts, The upper demonic in the middle of the storm seemed to realize what it was like to gently fan the huge bone behind the fan, and the eyelids hang down -

Aunt is still here. He hasn't found an aunt yet. He can't hurt the aunt.

The power of arrogance slightly converges a little, and Ye Yingzhi hangs down and silently raises his left hand. As he moves, a powerful magical storm circling up, easily picking up the roof of the store, and finally forming a black cloud visible to the naked eye.

The demon fanned the wing and floated above the air. He looked down at the lost city in the night and waved his hand calmly—the black clouds shattered and shouted and swept through every corner of Neabus.

The old fallen people looked at this scene, desperately waiting for the punishment of the Hell ruler, the same means, and the same as the first time. At that time, the devil was also like this. It floated high in the sky and looked down on everything in the city. The eyes were cold and indifferent, as if looking down at a group of insignificant ants. Between his hands raised, the dark ban had already fallen to Nibbs.

The fallen people of the Lost City have done more or less evil things that are heard in the world. The imprisonment of the imprisonment that Amer has performed will make them fall into the illusion. In the illusion, they have done The evils that have passed must be repeated on themselves. This kind of pain is not only an illusory spiritual punishment, but a wound directly to their souls. The deeper the evil person is, the deeper the wound is, and the wound of the soul is difficult to heal even after thousands of years. Whenever darkness comes, they will suffer another tear of soul.

Now, the old wound has not healed, I don't know which guy got into Aymer.

And they are powerless to resist.

The clothes in the store realized that the situation was wrong, and they left the hangers violently and crouched on the ground into neat rows. But the Hell Trial did not pity them, the black magical attack, and they all fell into the illusion of pain.

A dreamy purple gradient pleated evening dress floated out from behind the store, and the voice trembled anxiously for himself: "The devil, your man is in the attic behind him, he is still very good, As long as you take off his clothes now, you will still have time... You can spare me..." It hasn't finished talking yet, and it has brought it into the illusion.

The purple evening gown is the new faller who came here. He was framed by the store's old store manager and turned into a evening dress, becoming a new store manager, so he did not know the identity of this powerful superior demonic. However, it instinctively knows that the other party is not irritating, and does not dare to lie. The clothes in the store are essentially a kind of **** black magic, as long as there is a more powerful demon before the person is completely sucked away from life and the soul becomes clothes. When the clothes are taken off, the victim will naturally be out of danger. And this demon adult can easily play the **** ban, the magic of the whole body is so powerful, the magic of lifting the clothes is no longer a problem.

Ye Yingzhi heard the purple evening dress, his face gloomy and agitated, and slowly landed back into the clothing store that had been ruined by the magic wall. He strode into the still-premium store loft, the loft was empty and empty, only a half-room mahogany wardrobe, Ye Yingzhi's footsteps, then he did not hesitate to open the door.

I saw the large wardrobe, the young man wearing a soft white cotton gown curled up on a black velvet blanket, the dimly lit wardrobe and the black carpet lining the white skin of his bare skin, his eyes quietly groaning, The cheeks are rosy, and it seems to sleep well. However, he is not peaceful in his sleep. He often makes two screams from time to time, and makes a sob-like proverb in his sleep.

From the scenes of the clothing store and the evening dress, the devil can also guess that the clothes on the youth are some kind of evil things. His eyebrows are slightly twisted, and even when he is too late, he will reach out and put the soft white cotton on the other side. The robe is torn open.

Under his powerful power, the cotton gown seems to be a thin and fragile piece of paper. It instantly splits from the neckline of the neckline and tears until the leg bends out. Only the edge is still broken.

The clothes were torn, and the black magic was broken. But this time lost too much spirit, and later, I went to sleep so deeply that there was no sign of waking up.

His naked skin touched the air, and the youth seemed to feel cold. The meaningless syllable in the mouth instinctively shrinks away from the closet, and the body sways on the warm velvet blanket underneath.

The devil looked at the sight, and the black scorpion was dark.

Those anxiety and anger were miraculously appeased when they saw that the people were safe and the other emotions and desires rose. The devil stared at his lover, half a body into the closet, his left hand holding the lover's neck down, bowed his head, lingering in a nearly closed darkness to draw a deep kiss to each other.

The lateness of sleep is ignorant of everything in the outside world. It only stops the familiar nightmare and screams after sensing the familiar soul. He calms down and instinctively squats close to each other. The devil greedily asked to kiss, but the corner of his mouth subconsciously showed a shallow smile.

The demon lifted up slightly and sighed silently. He folded the bones behind him, stroking the young man's neck with one hand, and the white cotton gown, which barely hung on his lover, was completely torn and thrown aside, then leaned again. Kiss down - kiss in the corner of the mouth that the lover bends, and then gently slide down a little bit...

......

When the sky was twilight, the devil took his lover out of the closet. The original clothes that had been delayed were already turned into powders under the pressure of the devil. The devil thought about it, took out his black cloak from the space ring, and wrapped up the lover in a strict manner - the evidence he had left on his lover was too More, when there was a package, there was a guilty conscience.

After doing all this, he was satisfied with the lateness and hugged him into his arms, and the black bones flew in the direction of the east - Xi Cuilan, who silently recited the place name in his heart and felt a vague familiarity. .

The tour group should be there, and he can join them in the past to return to the town of Devil.

At this time, Ye Yingzhi’s consciousness has returned to awake. He reached out and touched the magical horn on his head and frowned. He didn't understand how he suddenly became a demon, and he found that the aunt's disappearance was uncontrollably and subconsciously controlled the sudden emergence of powerful forces to do that. He didn't even know the ruin. Where does the ground-like power come from?

Just using the sequelae of the golden bean can not explain this. Not only that, but Ye Yingzhi’s brain flashed a few related doubts. However, at the moment, he still can't take care of this. He has to go back to the Devil's Town safely with Auntie and buy aunt's life for a year before he has the mood to consider other things. He is not sure whether the dress will be right. Lateness will cause harm to the weak body.

All the way to the mountains and lakes and deserts and the city, the distant and gradually emerged a series of magnificent buildings, the bustling and spectacular city of Hell in the eyes of visitors to show its extraordinary corner, and far away can be seen glamorous The outline - Ye Ying under the conscious know that here is the West Blue.

He thought about it, holding the ground in the suburbs where there was little smoke not far from the capital. At this time, his thoughts were calm, and the magical horns on his head and the bones behind him disappeared naturally.

At this time, I slept all the way to raise my spirits and gradually awakened, and opened my eyes in the arms of my lover.

He instinctively licked the neck of Ye Yingzhi. When he woke up, he looked over the shoulders of Ye Yingzhi and looked around. He wondered: "Welcome, where are we?"

With the advent of dawn, the explosive news from Niabs has spread all over the **** like a rocket, quickly overwhelming the southern **** storm disaster into headlines - the lost city of **** in the famous devil's lost city is again suspected The powerful superior demon in His Majesty's majesty was severely hit, and his acting style, including the curse spells used, was exactly the same as that of the year.

"Amer's Majesty has appeared? I remember that there have been no news in the past ten years."

"How can the group of fallen people in the lost city dare to provoke Aymer?"

"Why didn't Emerald leave West Blue without any news? Why did you want to appear in Nibbs?"

From dawn, the staff of the West Blue Palace and the ministers of the Eastern Government began to struggle to deal with the news from all sides, but even for these questions, they could not give an answer.

The true core of Xi Tinglan Wang Ting knows that Aymer’s majesty is very fond of his life built in the palace next to Lost Springs, and eight years ago he blocked the palace and passed orders to anyone not to bother. I have never seen it again, and even the general manager and the attendants of the palace have never seen their majesty.

They are more eager than any demon to know where their rulers have gone.