Chapter 1743 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Two)
The descendant cannot represent himself. Although his behavior is extreme, his statement still makes some sense.
The white dress was shattered and blood and flesh splattered.
Sarah's mental state was indeed more agitated than usual, and her crazy self-mutilation actions could be said to come easily.
It's a pity that Fu Qian turned sideways almost simultaneously and blocked the splattered blood with the other face on his shoulder, so that he didn't get any of it.
There was nothing I could do about it. The change might be sudden, but for a professional like him who was used to seeing abnormal things, it really wouldn't have any mental impact.
Of course, it seems that Sarah is not prepared to just do mental attacks.
After the abdominal cavity was torn open, no more weird things came out.
However, with this movement, it was like a switch was pressed, and Ms. Sarah's body began to expand rapidly. The expansion was so rapid and even that it was almost reminiscent of an emergency slide on an airplane.
Even her expansion index at this moment will definitely not lose to that thing.
In the blink of an eye, the passage, which was not spacious to begin with, was filled to the brim.
Except for the giant face that was almost touching her body, it was completely conceivable that Sara's other body parts were also stretched to a considerable extent in the dark passage, like a plug blocking it.
Ha...
It seemed that the person involved had not completely lost consciousness. The next moment, his mouth opened slightly and he made a sound that could be understood as laughter.
But before Fu Qian could respond, the plump mass of flesh and blood seemed to have lost enough friction support and actually "flowed" down seamlessly.
It even seemed like the skin was torn out because it was stuffed too tightly.
Looking at the mixture of butter and blood seeping out of it, the crying in Fu Qian's consciousness suddenly became intense again.
……
So this is how to trap yourself down there?
It does meet the purpose of doing everything possible to prevent myself from running into the darkness.
The role Sara played last time was to pretend to invite him out, but in fact, as a negative case, she finally scared herself away with a tragic end, which can be said to be full of psychological tricks.
It's just that after one failure, it's obviously impossible to use the same method again.
Dorian's choice was also very simple. He would use Sarah's gift in an almost showdown style and use more physical methods to stop him.
Although this method is a bit too physical.
Fu Qian felt that to a certain extent, he could study fluid mechanics on that body.
At this moment, the latter is still growing, and has even poured out from the steps, as if filling the underground space with sausage stuffing.
But after all, the speed is limited, so there is still some room to dodge for the time being.
What's hard to deal with is the cry that's coming back in my head.
It was not that the influence of the two Hilaria was suppressed, allowing the cry to be heard again.
The former has not weakened at all, and is even accumulating to new heights - but the crying has increased even more exaggeratedly.
For a moment, Fu Qian almost felt like a god was crying to him, not a heir.
And the resulting effect, in addition to the fact that consciousness becomes increasingly difficult to control in this double tear, there is even -
puff!
He took a step back to let Sara drip onto his body more slowly, then backhand directly inserted it into his left chest.
But this time what he took out was not a thick blood clot, but a beating heart.
laugh!
The other hand was not idle, and he immediately grabbed it from the blood hole in his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a blood clot that was several times larger than his heart.
Yes, just as crying breaks the boundaries of dreams, so does the curse it brings.
Just now, as the cries were deafening, the intensity of the heart attack also increased dramatically.
Fortunately, for professionals like us, it would be difficult to deal with any other second-level products. Because of his previous operations, the heart attack lost its target and was temporarily cleaned up.
He casually stuffed the heart back in and looked at the "mouth" in the meat ball in front of him.
It was obvious that the latter could no longer pronounce any meaningful syllables.
"Well said!"
It's okay, we can send it.
With a thunderous roar in agreement with Sara's statement just now, the full-power Gospel Explosion was locked on her and blasted out.
A cry from a true god? Then cry louder for me.
……
It was indeed louder.
The gospel that can bring enlightenment to the essential spirituality is indeed extraordinary.
At that moment, the crying in the consciousness surged again, and it actually had the momentum to overwhelm the two Hilaria.
Roar——
Even at the same time, a painful and crazy howl came from the deformed giant mouth, forming a duet outside of consciousness.
It still doesn't seem to be working.
Although Fumae was uncomfortable and listened attentively, he finally came to a pessimistic evaluation.
Of course, doing such an action was not because he was a sadist or anything like that. When the cry that seemed to come from the superior himself appeared, he was still somewhat looking forward to it.
Is this high-ranking and penetrating power possible to bring about a breakthrough in the current predicament?
This operation was originally a two-way journey between himself and Dorian. He needed to use all his strength to deal with him, and he needed all his strength.
It's a pity that despite such smooth development, the gift brought by Sarah still looked mediocre in the end.
It is indeed a considerable threat, but in the final analysis it is just a powerful force in its own parallel time and space.
Bang——
And it seems that this is already his limit.
With a dull explosion, the surging flesh and fat bloomed.
Sara, who was shocked by the gospel, after a period of strange calmness, finally couldn't bear any more and exploded.
Of the extremely unpleasant smells, Fu Qian is naturally the first to suffer, and is unavoidable.
But even so, there was still almost no contamination on his face, which was all blocked by the "high collar" on his two shoulders that he skillfully used.
Although there are not completely no special evasion methods, such as Blood Conquest.
But in that case, the two Hilaria would probably fall off, and the double salvation would be forced to terminate, which was not what he wanted to see.
After a while, as all the obstructions on the road ahead fell to his feet, Fu Qian shook himself up and climbed up the stairs.
There is no dawn yet, but we still need to work hard.
Theoretically, there should be three - no four - people in the church above.
The continuous upward movement, the gradually clear perception, brought a surprising and expected message.
And as he stepped onto the last step, he stepped into the front of the church again covered in dirt, and naturally turned his attention to a place that was originally unoccupied.
Long hair, male, unfamiliar, high cheekbones.
Sitting in an almost symmetrical position with the man in the felt hat, his body was full of stiffness caused by fear.
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