After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 54

this small cluster of flames was extremely faint, fleeting, as if it had finally exhausted the last bit of energy and completely lost its luster.

he drunken's eyes looked to this side, he quickly stepped forward, bent down to pick up the beads that had fallen into the rubble pile, and disgusted that it was covered with dust and wolf saliva, so he reached out and caught the devil wolf's wagging tail, and wiped the beads clean with its hair.

the demon wolf stared at him blankly, and he drunk squeezed the bead and looked at it carefully, seeing that there was a fresh crack on the surface of the bead, which should have just released the last cluster of flames and was caused by the exhaustion of energy.

this stuff is useless anymore.

but he could already conclude that the golden flame that had just been spat out of this thing was the same thing as the golden magic fire that was in the hands of the people.

the color of the burning power of the candlelight, the ghost king did not deceive him, there was really such a thing that stored this power, it was in the lair of delusion.

but delusion did not know that this thing existed, perhaps by picking it up as an ordinary treasure, and when he let the smeller clean the cave, the little protector who came into contact with the beads gained this power from it.

roughly guessing the ins and outs of the matter, he drunk turned his head to look at the smelling people, but saw that his face had become extremely pale, his brows were locked, and he seemed to be suffering greatly.

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before he could ask a question, the other party took the lead and said, "subordinates... remember. "

countless fragments of broken memories poured into his mind at the same time, making his temples hurt like needles, and he suddenly remembered one day hundreds of years ago, when he had just become a protector of the fa and was ordered by his honor to clean up the lair of delusion, and found such a strange golden bead in the white bones of the ground.

his holiness asked him to take out all the treasures in the cave, and he picked up the bead from the white bone, but he felt a sharp burning sensation coming from his fingertips, as if something had penetrated his body from inside the bead, flowing into his meridians like a hot flame, and in the sharp pain of the spirit being burned through, he felt the powerful force that seemed to be above the entire cultivation realm.

a bold idea popped into his head—he wanted the power.

he wants to be strong, he wants to be his right hand, he wants to stand by his side and solve his problems, he wants to protect him, he wants to be an indestructible barrier that keeps out everything that might hurt him, and doesn't let anyone touch him.

but he was clearly just a lowly and humble slave.

it is not worthy of a dignity as far away as the bright moon.

two extremely contradictory emotions collided fiercely at this moment, he grasped the bead tightly, the hot force burned through the skin and refused to let go, his shallow sea of consciousness was turbulent, and neither of the two emotions could conquer anyone, and it was torn apart, and the whole sea of consciousness was split in two.

he heard a sigh, which was clearly his own voice, but in a completely different tone: "why don't we make a deal, you can't refine this power, i refine for you, as compensation, i do what you don't dare to do for you, if you don't dare to say it, i will say it for you, and i will see it for you at night when you can't see it—how?" "

after a long time, he nodded slowly and agreed to the deal.

that's fine.

in this way, he can see his holiness for twelve hours a day, he can guard him, and he can turn himself into what he wants to be, instead of being a cowardly weak person forever, as he is now.