Fairy’s Box

In the pool of blood that Cathy and Deanqi fell, "Betty" changed into another posture, with thin transparent wings, pointed ears, facial features similar to marigolds, but her hair color remained silvery white.

"Although getting along with you is only a short moment, it brings me a long-lost warmth. If possible, I don't want to hurt you, but His Majesty's order is absolute."

The voice also returned to a crisp and sweet child's voice, and the silver thread floated behind Yinzhanhua, flying back to Figures' fingertips.

"Thanks for your hard work."

There was no temperature in Figures's approval, Yin Chanhua pinched the skirt, bowed, and flew to the collar on the other side of her.

The death of Cathy made Corell fall into the abyss of despair. He couldn't even avoid the centaur's attack, but chose to face it head-on, trying to destroy himself in the numb pain.

In Yale's brief absence, the king managed to pull enough distance, and the scepter shone with unprecedented brilliance, covering the entire chessboard. Su Sheng.

The situation that originally had an advantage was completely defeated by Yinzhanhua's counter-water.

Yale abruptly endured the resurrected goat head's machete, picked up the heavy axe, and galloped towards the edge of the chessboard, in the direction of the Lord of Flowers.

"This is overstepping! It's madness!" Marigold screamed in anger, trying to use a spell, but was suppressed by an inexplicable force.

There is no chance of winning this battle. The only thing he can do is to fight to the death to prove the weight of mortal dignity to the mastermind behind all the sources. Perhaps such an approach, in the eyes of the aloof tyrant, was just a farce beyond his own power, but the young man knew that this was the only choice he could make.

"Figores!"

With his last fighting spirit, Yale poured all his energy into the battle axe, leaped high on the edge of the chessboard, and slashed towards the throne where the tyrant sat.

The king's chess piece suddenly disappeared from the chess game, and appeared on the fingertips of the Queen of Flowers, like a scallion, with a stone base, which was gently pressed down, as natural as brushing dewdrops.

An elegant and slow strike, but with the power of a violent storm, the forceful blow of the battle axe was like a stone sinking into the sea, and Yale's whole body was shrouded under the king's pedestal. The last thing he heard was that the Lord of Flowers had no emotion. question:

"Who allowed you to jump out of the chess game without authorization?"

With a loud bang, the battle axe shattered into iron filings, and the boy's body was crushed under the king's pedestal and embedded in the chessboard.

"Oh? Not dead yet?"

The chess piece floated to the side, revealing Yale's tattered body.

At this time, he had fallen into a semi-conscious state, but he was still firm and persistent, and extended his **** to the flower tyrant.

boom! The chess piece was immediately covered back.

"Take him back, and the concubine will let him experience the pain of endless purgatory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Figueres disappeared into the sunlight.

"Sad mortal."

The marigold flew to the chess piece, showing a look of schadenfreude. After a snap of her fingers, Yale was pulled out from under the base, and the castle turned into a huge chessboard and disappeared at the same time.

The trial of the Dream Hall came to an end with the defeat of everyone.

Painful, cold, sticky...

Yalei woke up abruptly, almost fainted from pain again, no part of his body was in pain, surrounded by a strong nectar scent that was so sweet that people wanted to vomit.

I'm not dead? This was his first thought, and he immediately recalled the humiliation of being played with applause by Figores, and the pain of crushing almost all the bones at the base of the chess piece.

By the way... Betty was transformed by silver calendula, when did she replace it? Corell... They should all be dead, everyone is gone, I'm the only one alive... It can't be considered alive...

Don't say that this attitude is to avenge everyone, I can't even barely move, old Farr, you old bastard, I was miserable by you! Calendula...Silver calendula...Figores...

His body couldn't move, and Yale could only concentrate on exercising his brain. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would faint again in pain.

He seemed to be soaked in the viscous liquid, Yale stretched out his tongue and licked it. It was sweet, it seemed to be nectar, and it smelled of medicine.

This kind of nectar-like thing seems to be very good for promoting the healing of bones. He can feel that the bones in the body are absorbing the nutrients of the drug and healing quickly.

Beat me to death and then heal me? what is this?

correct! Isn't this the perfect time to hone your limb warblade? The bones of the whole body are broken, and there are medicines to promote healing. Maybe there will be no such opportunities in the future.

Yale got excited, and temporarily forgot everything. He suppressed the pain in his body and head, and injected fighting qi into his bones and muscles over and over again in the manner of a limb warblade.

I don't know how long it took, when he felt that the wound was almost healed, the sound of opening the door came from the front.

"Is it almost healed?"

The peculiar sweet voice of Marigold came from his ears, and Yale rolled his eyes, ignoring her.

"It's really pitiful. His Majesty's bones were broken and soaked in a coffin filled with healing medicines. It's better to live than to live..."

Calendula's voice drifted to the other side again, chattering to herself.

"Where does all this nonsense come from? If you want to kill it, you have to slash the front! Young master is not afraid!" Yale couldn't help roaring in annoyance.

"Without His Majesty's order, I dare not kill you..."

Jinzhan let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, then leaned over to the steel coffin and whispered:

"I'll break your bones again when you're healed, again and again, until Your Majesty gets tired of it."

Between the words, Yale felt like something heavy was pressing down, and with the omnipresent pain, all the bones in his body were crushed again.

After that, every once in a while, the marigolds would appear hauntingly. At first, Yale disdained her conversation, but later he couldn't help but yelled, and after scolding, he was naturally broken again.

Yale couldn't remember the number of times he had broken bones, maybe fifty, maybe sixty, who knows? Calendula will not be counted. However, after each healing, under the action of the limb war blade, his body became stronger and stronger, and his fighting qi was also multiplied by the repeated exercise every day, and it seemed that he was about to reach a certain critical point.

"Hey, human, don't you feel bored? You must feel very painful, right? Why don't you beg me, as long as you are willing to cry and beg me, in this case, I may intercede for you, then give you a happy."

The marigolds flew around the iron coffin, and the words were exciting.

"Don't even think about it." Yale's body itch became stronger and stronger, and he could even hear the sound of thunder in his bone marrow.