I don’t know when it started, but the wind frequently blew across this grassland, just like the smoke and depression that had never existed before, and also gave this space peace.

Alquit had fully recovered, sitting in front of the trees that had been nailed to the top not long ago, holding his knees.

The sunshine in the sky poured down and hit the beautiful Bai Ji, making the picture as beautiful as a work of art.

Not long after, Fang Li came back.

"Give."

He came to Erquette, who was sitting under the tree, and handed over the cold drink he held in his hand.

Erquit raised his head, his eyes not stopping on the cold drink, but poured onto Fangli's face.

That face, with the calmness and casualness that Elquit had been extremely familiar with for a while.

Just as something that had never happened just now, Fang Li's attitude was still like this and did whatever he wanted.

This made Elquit feel a little angry. He snatched the cold drink he handed over with a bit of rudeness, turned his head away, and stopped looking at Fangli.

Just like a child.

Fang Li could only laugh and shook her head, and sat down next to Elquit with the remaining bottle of cold drink.

"How do you feel?" Fang Li asked as if nothing was wrong, "Is there nothing wrong?"

"...No." Elquitt didn't look into Fangli, but he answered honestly, whispering: "I just feel so relaxed. I don't remember how many years I haven't been so relaxed."

Hearing this, Fang Li silently drank cold drinks without saying a word.

Is it easy?

It can indeed be considered easy, right?

If you are not the true ancestor, you will not be able to understand what it feels like to be tortured by the urge to suck blood.

The only comparison that Fangli can think of is drugs.

Fang Li believed that the feeling of Elquit's pain when he was suffering because of the impulse of sucking blood would never be much lower than that of an addict.

But Alquit had to endure this kind of torture since eight hundred years ago.

As long as you think about it this way, you can understand why the true ancestors are willing to use their huge power to suppress this blood-sucking impulse, and even go to sleep to avoid it.

Even Elquit, who belongs to the strongest level among the true ancestors, has devoted his time to dreams since eight hundred years ago. The time for waking up is only a very short period of time.

Therefore, if you cannot understand that feeling, you will not say any words of comfort in the square.

Therefore, Fang Li chose to be silent.

However, Fang Li chose to remain silent, but Elquit could not remain silent.

"I didn't expect that you could actually kill the blood-sucking urge in my body."

Erquit turned his head and stared at Fangli.

"I never thought that the Demon Eye could even do such a thing."

No, Elquit actually knows the principle of the Demon Eye of Death, and understands that everything has its end and its death date.

Since it is something that will die, there is nothing that cannot be killed for the eyes.

However, knowing the principle is one thing, and whether you can understand it is another.

It's like the urge to suck blood, it's like the only shortcoming of the perfect creature, the True Ancestor, and it can also be said to be the disease that accompanied him throughout his life.

Can this kind of thing really be killed?

At least, Alquit never thought about it.

But Fangli did it easily.

"That is, you can use the pair of eyes without any obstacles, and you can understand the death of everything as if it were taken for granted. Even the stubborn disease of blood-sucking impulse can be killed. To describe you as a monster, I underestimate you too much."

Erquit stared at Fang Li's eyes tightly, and his vermilion eyes revealed unprecedented seriousness and seriousness.

"If your eyes continue to grow stronger like this, you may really become a god in the end?"

"god".

This does not refer to the way of existence in the square, but its ability.

Just like Barol, the demon god in Celtic mythology, was able to kill thousands of troops, even countless gods with just one glance.

If the magic eyes in Fangli really continue to evolve like this, then it will reach that level sooner or later, right?

"After all, your eyes are already very close to the prototype." Elquit stared at Fang Li and said, "A human being actually wants to have the power of God. Is it really okay for you to continue like this?"

It seems that Elquit has seen the hidden danger.

no problem?

How could it be fine?

It is because of the constant recording of death that the power of the Death Demon Eye becomes stronger, so that the souls in the square cannot bear the burden and begin to crack.

"I originally thought I was special enough, but your particularity was completely above me."

Elquit spoke out in admonition.

"So, if you don't want to die, it's better to use less eyes."

This is the advice of the princess from the true ancestor.

Unfortunately, Elquit didn't know at all. Fang Li was constantly understanding the concept of death, not because the Death Demon Eye was reading death, but because the soul was automatically recording.

As long as you keep coming and going in various worlds and seeing all kinds of things, the soul's record will not stop.

Unless Fang Li locks himself in the personal residence of the Lord God’s space, he will not go anywhere and no one will go to see him.

In this way, the soul's record will stop.

However, at that time, the exchange points in the square will be deducted continuously due to the continuous retention in the main god space.

When the exchange point is deducted, there is only one result in the square.

That is to be erased.

In other words, no matter what, Fang Li can't escape death.

However, in this regard, Elquit is the same.

"Your situation is not much better than mine, right?"

Fang Li finally turned his head and looked over to the gaze that Erquette was watching.

"I think you won't not notice it, right?" Fang Li said bluntly: "Your blood-sucking impulse problem has not been solved at all."

In fact, Fang Li knew about this from the beginning.

"If the true ancestor's impulse to suck blood is like a disease, then, will you never get sick in the future if you kill this disease?"

"That's absolutely impossible, right?"

Fang Li's words made Elquit lower his head and his expression gradually became silent.

However, as Fang Li said, even if Fang Li killed Elquit's impulse for blood sucking this time, Elquit would have another impulse for blood sucking in the future.

The urge to suck blood is just a desire, not a ability.

Fang Li can kill him once, but will Elquit not have such desire for the second time?

The answer is naturally no.

"So, this time, it's just a cure of your disease."
Chapter completed!