Chapter 1972 The Flower of Sin Falls to Hell
A figure approached from far away. He was tall and tall. He was wearing a moon-white robe.

He wears a mask on his face, a deer mask depicting the face of a white deer.

There are two holes in Bailu's eyes, revealing the person's eyes, which are a pair of deep eyes, and the pupils are very bright, like the brightest star in the sky.

The deep and blurred eyes are as bright as stars.

The soldiers stared obsessively at the person who was getting closer and closer. This person walked from the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, dressed in a moonlight silver robe, as if glowing with holy light.

"Do you know what kind of flower this is?" the man said, his voice was steady and mellow, like old wine, or a tone coming from an empty valley, which made people feel itchy ears, and could not help but listen quietly, not wanting to miss him A trace of voice, addicted to this voice.

This kind of voice seemed to be bewitching, and it was obviously silent, but all the fifty thousand soldiers here could hear it clearly.

Some of the soldiers were born in a family of martial arts, knowing that this person used internal force, and spread his voice with internal force.

Being able to let the sound spread and reach their ears clearly, without hurting others, and even making people feel comfortable listening, it can be seen that this person has profound skills and perfect control of internal forces.

This is a master, daunting, but also respectful.

Everyone was obsessed with his voice, no one answered.

The man stretched out his hand. It was a hand with well-defined joints, and the lines on the fingers were very light, as if it had been carefully carved.

He gently picked off a flower, giving people a beautiful feeling of picking flowers.

His fingers gently caressed the petals of the flowers, but the deepest eyes showed the most disgusting look.

This kind of expression can even affect the people around. It is such a beautiful flower, but people can't help but hate this flower together.

"This is the flower of evil, which makes people fall into a dream and die in a dream."

He bent his eyes as if smiling, but there was no trace of a smile in his pupils.

He reached out and crushed the petals little by little, destroying the flowers with his hands.

"If you bring these flowers back to the country, the people will fall into a dream, but what they live in is a nightmare. They will get lost in the muddle, and finally exhaust everything and embrace death."

He raised his hand, and the petals flew away with the wind, and his voice became ethereal: "Why did your lord bring this kind of evil flower back to your country, is he going to use this kind of flower to bloom all over your country? But in the end , Where flowers bloom everywhere, the fertilizer needed is human flesh and blood.”

He looked at the small country that had already been strewn with corpses in pity, and sneered, "Just like the country you are in now, it is because of these flowers that it has been reduced to Abi Hell."

He turned around, walked farther and farther, his figure disappeared into the sea of ​​flowers, and finally disappeared.

Some people came to their senses and chased him a few steps in the direction he left, but in the end they lost their way.

"Who is he?"

Someone asked.

But no one could answer.

After a long time, the man who was the lieutenant general said, "He is the Deer King. I know that mask. It is the mask of the Deer King."

"Deer King? Isn't the Deer King already dead? In the duel with the Eagle King, didn't both the Deer King and the Eagle King disappear?"

"I don't know..."

No one can answer why the disappeared King Deer reappeared.

"These flowers... Do we really want to take them back?" Someone asked softly with a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)

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