Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

They plan to search deep in the forest.

Previous searches in the town turned up nothing.

Due to the influence of unknown forces, Joseph's Hermit Purple can't explore the situation here well.

"This smell."

The tip of his nose moved slightly, and Luo Zhen caught an unusual breath in the air.

This is something I didn't smell on the way here.

A smell similar to syrup.

Just by smelling this smell, Luo Zhen could imagine the image of that golden syrup.

But this taste is a bit too greasy.

Rubbing his nose, Luo Zhen took out the photo in his pocket.

An investigator encased in a resinous substance.

"Looks like it's the syrup."

Putting the photo back into his pocket, Luo Zhen and the little knight walked deep into the forest.

Meanwhile, the Tin Woodman found a golden opportunity.

The man went out and didn't know what he was doing, and the woman was feeding the pigs outside alone.

Seeing the busy back of the woman, the Tin Woodman walked over quietly.

With his back to the sun, he held up the iron ax in his hand.

The woman who noticed the abnormality from the shadows on the ground turned her head subconsciously, but the tin woodman's ax had already struck.

The sharp ax cut into the woman's neck at an angle.

However, what flowed out of the wound was not bright red blood.

Bits of golden yellow flowed from the wound.

The sweet smell that the Tin Woodman can smell is in the air.

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For fresh hearts, the Tin Woodman hunted countless humans.

That's right, hunting.

In its eyes, humans are no different from those beasts.

Oh no, humans can provide it with a fresh heart.

Ever since it realized that the human heart can make it feel warm, it has been like an addiction, hunting and killing human beings in search of fresh hearts.

For so long, it has also summed up its own set of hunting skills.

Among them is how to strike to ensure a fatal blow without hurting the heart.

Although beheading is the easiest, but for the convenience of taking it out later, I chose to chop it obliquely from the bottom of the human neck, all the way to the chest.

It has long been familiar with the feeling of a sharp ax cutting into the flesh.

But this time the touch from the ax was not familiar.

A golden viscous liquid slowly flowed out from the wound split by the axe.

A disgustingly sweet taste wafts through the air.

A few poultry stood not far away, quietly watching this scene happen.

At the feet is the food that the woman has fed before, but the poultry are indifferent.

After seeing this scene, there was no cry of panic, nor was there any commotion because of being frightened.

Realizing that something was wrong, the Tin Woodman wanted to pull out the ax subconsciously, but the stagnant feeling from the handle made it impossible to pull the ax back.

Looking down, the viscous golden liquid seemed to be an intelligent life, slowly winding up along the axe.

The woman who had suffered a huge wound and was supposed to be incapacitated turned her head around like a stuck machine.

The originally pretty face was now as ferocious as a ghost from hell.

Under the unbelievable gaze of the Tin Woodman, the facial features on that face instantly melted into a puddle of syrup.

No, not five senses turned into syrup.

Instead, the whole body is slowly melting.

Even the clothes on his body revealed their golden color after the color faded.

After trying to pull out the ax again to no avail, the Tin Woodman decisively let go of the ax that had accompanied him for many years.

This ax witnessed the Tin Woodman's degeneration from a kind-hearted woodcutter to a cold-blooded murderer.

After letting go of his hand, the Tin Woodman turned his head and left without any nostalgia.

It's just an axe.

"Crack."

A strange touch came from the soles of the feet.

Looking down, the golden syrup had spread to the bottom of the Tin Woodman's feet.

The poultry, which was standing quietly not far away, ran to the feet of the Tin Woodman at some point.

Just now the Tin Woodman trampled a poultry into a puddle of syrup.

"Oops!"

At this moment the Tin Woodman finally panicked.

This is not good.

Although its existence is completely incomprehensible to humans.

Can't understand its composition, can't understand the source of its power, can't understand why its empty, more decorative than practical brain can produce intelligence and emotion.

But it's not anything terribly powerful by itself.

It's okay to deal with ordinary people, but it's very powerless to deal with this kind of abnormality.

"Damn, damn!"

The Tin Woodman anxiously tugged at his left foot, which was stuck to the syrup, and the syrupy woman, who was no longer visible behind her, slowly squirmed towards the Tin Woodman.

Seeing the syrup gradually attacking behind him, the Tin Woodman's heart sank.

At this time, Luo Zhen and the little knight in the forest also encountered trouble.

"Is this forest all made of molasses?"

Looking at the forest that was beating like life, Luo Zhen's face was not pretty.

Just now, the larvae around the little knight suddenly became restless.

After several larvae flew anxiously for a few laps, they slammed into trees and grass in different directions.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

After four roars, the larva that had completed its self-explosion disappeared into the smoke and dust.

Instead, it's a little golden.

The trees and grasses blasted by the larvae flowed out not plant sap, but golden syrup.

It seemed that he realized that his disguise had been seen through, and the murderer behind the scenes directly tore off the disguise.

The originally quiet forest was immediately given 'life'.

Every plant, every tree, every flower and every tree began to shake.

The paper strips of the trees stretch silently, and the blades of the grass stretch silently.

The original color began to fade slowly, and the golden yellow color of the syrup itself began to emerge.

For a moment, Luo Zhen and the little knight seemed to be enemies of the entire forest.

No, it doesn't seem to be.

They are fighting against the entire forest.

Enemies are everywhere in this sweet syrupy hell.

In front of and behind him, in the sky and on the ground, all that can be seen is golden syrup.

The sweet and disgusting smell kept penetrating into the nostrils, and the unsteady person might have vomited it out by this time.

Then it was swallowed by the syrup without any resistance.

Void particles fluctuate all over the body, and new larvae are produced under the effect of the luminous womb amulet.

As soon as he appeared, he rushed towards the syrup in front of him.

There was another bang, and it disappeared with a morsel of syrup.

Raising his head, the little knight looked at Luo Zhen.

Although no emotion could be seen in the empty pupils, Luo Zhen still understood what the little knight meant.

'How to do? '

"Of course it's fighting."

Three core coins were stuffed into the driver by Rozen.

What's so sneaky about this situation now, the other party has already noticed their existence.

No matter what you do, the opponent will be vigilant and will not give you a chance to sneak attack.

It's better to make a big fuss than tie your hands and feet.

"Kuuga-Black RX-AgitΩ"

"Let me see who is doing it."