The tense atmosphere in the room was diluted by the words of Xiaolongzai.

Lance looked at Long Ming with a gentle face: "The guest needs to renew the room fee. Should I stay for a few more days? Emerald City is still a very good tourist destination."

Oreo took out the silver coins: "No, let's stay for one day."

Long Ming saw that Lance had collected the money, pulled his wife and daughter into the counter, no longer looking at Almonli.

Almonli looked at the plague messenger with a gloomy face, his voice carrying danger: "You are lying."

Lance looked down at the account book without hearing, Duoya and her mother hid behind their father, looking at the people in the hall in panic.

Almonli moved his fingertips, and countless vines emerged from the ground, tangled and formed, instantly covering the whole room. The white flowers bloomed in full bloom and then quickly withered, and the snow-white petals flew up one after another, as if an invisible hand was controlling them. A faint fragrance filled the room. Long Ming stood beside Carlo and found that under the bright light, Lance's face was pale and ugly, and gray dark marks spread from his neck to his cheeks, which looked a little scary.

When Duoya discovered this phenomenon, she immediately covered her mouth in horror: "Dad."

"Dear, what's wrong with your face?" The hostess grabbed her lover's arm in panic, her fingertips tightly against his wrist, and her voice was filled with panic: "Lance."

"I'm here, Anne, don't be afraid, I'm still your Lance." Lance hugged his little wife, touched her warm and soft skin with his forehead, and murmured to himself: "I won't let you be hurt."

Almonli raised his wrist lightly, and the snow-colored petals instantly pierced into Lance like sharp arrows, without any mercy.

But when he was half a meter close to Lance, a light gray barrier suddenly appeared, and the white petals melted on the barrier like snow, and Almonli laughed.

"I remember when we first fought, your plague curtain was still black, but now it has become as thin as fog. I advise you to surrender so as not to hurt the innocent by chance." Almonli stepped closer, and behind him, the guards lined up, drew out their swords, and looked at Lance on the opposite side in a cold manner.

Long Ming and the others stood on the only intact ground.

"I said, I am not the plague god." Lance smiled grimly with an ordinary face: "If you dare to hurt my wife and daughter, I will self-destruct and let you all be buried with me."

Long Ming felt that he was being picked up by Carlo. Carlo's windbreaker wrapped the young dragon's entire body and looked at the battlefield calmly.

Oreo stood in front and watched the two fight.

It is obvious that the man named Lance is at a disadvantage.

Almonli sneered, raised his hand, and slightly curled his fingertips. The follower behind him immediately stepped forward. Seeing this, Lance bit his hand, and black blood slid from his fingertips, and then sifted to the ground. Black mist swayed and protected him. The ordinary-looking man had a fierce look in his eyes. He picked up the sword next to him and rushed out of the protection circle.

Annie and Duoya hugged each other in horror.

Almonli clapped his hands and the entourage retreated behind him.

"Why, you still want to say that you are not a plague messenger, and your blood is not what you say." Almonli pulled out his sword and casually pulled a sword flower. The petals around the sword energy fell, and then disappeared on the ground.

Lance's face was distorted, his face was covered with gray cracks, which looked even more terrifying than before. He gasped. He wiped the black blood from the palm with his sword blade. The blood fell to the ground and instantly corroded a hole.

Almonli raised his eyebrows: "Let me give you your last journey today. No need to thank me, I am the endorsement of your destiny."

Lance straightened his body and inserted the sword into the ground. His right fingertips transformed into a circle. His bloodline instantly poured into the sword from his wrist.

"Sword, suck my dirty blood and turn it into half of my arm."

Almonli then stepped forward and chopped down. Lance held the sword and held it against it. Where the two swords touched each other, white light exploded, air flow surged, gray mist, black blood, and the green halo on the opposite side were in a hurry.

"Well, the power has become weaker again, the plague god envoy." Almonli's sword blade pressed down fiercely, his tone was gloomy.

"I said, I'm not." Lance smiled grimly, teleported away, and then stabbed Almonli's back with his backhand. Almonli resisted his attack with his sword without any haste. With his long legs stretched out, he kicked Lance into the wall.

Accompanied by Duoya's sharp and fearful cry, the wall collapsed on Lance.

Almonli looked at Duoya, as if helpless: "Listen, he is not your father, he is just a plague messenger wearing your father's skin."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Duoya cried wildly: "He is my father, he is, you are a bad person, a bad person!"

Anne covered her daughter's mouth, and her tears were full of hatred.

"Didn't you see his blood? It's already black." Almonli wiped a little black blood from the ground and pointed it on the vines on the wall. The vines instantly lost their luster, the leaves turned yellow, and the flowers withered.

"Look, he is not."

Almonli walked to the corner of the wall, raised the sword in his hand, raised it high, and then stabbed it violently. The black blood sprayed out and splashed on Almonli's face, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

A piercing palm firmly grasped the sword that was about to pierce into the heart. Black blood sprayed on Lance's pale face, but he suddenly laughed.

Almonli was shocked. Before he could react, Lance suddenly started to hold down Almonli's neck, and the other pierced hand kept gushing out of black blood. Lance exerted force with his palm. Almonli was forced to open his mouth and choked and took a sip of black blood. In an instant, the patterns on his face became dimmer.

"You are looking for death!" Almonli roared in anger.

Lance was kicked aside, coughed heavily and filled with blood foam. She sat weakly on the ground. In front of him, Almonli's entourage took out his sword and placed it on his neck. He just waited for Almonli to give his order and cut off his head.

Almonli felt the uncomfortable burning sensation in his heart, and as the color of the patterns on his arms faded, his murderous intent became stronger.

"If I die, your miasma will be unsolvable." Lance smiled badly: "The Goddess of Life should deprive you of your God's identity at that time."

Almonli's eyelids twitched, and he picked up the man and beat him up: "Anti-drug."

"I, I want to live." Lance looked at his wife and daughter in the corner, his voice as if he was a waste of time.

Almonli looked down at the half-dead plague messenger with a gloomy and cold look.

Long Ming watched a wonderful and fierce battle. He looked at Lance, who was so powerful in survival. After thinking about it, he spoke: "Lord Almonli City, why not fight, Lance really doesn't look like a plague envoy."

If he hit Lance again, he would die. Long Ming looked at Duoya and the others with red eyes.

"Lance, Lance is really not a plague messenger." Anne reacted and quickly promised: "I know he has become very strange, but he is really not. Maybe his body has changed, but Lance's soul will not change, nor will he love. He is Lance."

Almonli took a deep breath, his fingertips moved slightly, and his heart was like a fire from hell was burning.

"Maybe, we should look at things calmly." Oreo spoke out. His voice always had the tolerance and coldness of the sea, which made both sides calm down a little.

Oreo looked around and barely found a long table and some chairs. Lance dragged his broken body to the chair. The gray protective screen disappeared. Duoya and Anne immediately ran towards him, looking at him nervously and worriedly.

"Dad, are you okay?" Duoya sniffed and looked at the injured father with tears in her eyes.

"No, it's okay." Lance comforted his wife, wiped the blood from his hands, touched his daughter's face, and smiled: "Dad is okay."

Almonli sat opposite him with expressionless face, behind him was his entourage.

Long Ming sat in the main seat, and Gru took out a box of candied fruit for him.

The dragons sat on both sides, and Segg didn't dare to sit. He originally wanted to take out his travel notebook, but later he was glanced at by the Lord Almonli, and he had no idea of ​​frozen in an instant.

Oreo put his hands crossed on the table. The black mage robe looked very much like the official in Long Ming's eyes, and even his voice was orderly, neither hurry nor slow.

“Mr. Lance’s actions of caring for his family are great.”

Lance held his wife's hand tightly and looked at Oreo vigilantly. His face was dirty and his eyes were sharp like an eagle, without any sign of fatigue, or rather, he did not dare to show any weakness, because Almonry would kill him.

"The city lord's belief in the goddess is also moving."

Almonli lowered his eyes, unmoved.

"But I observed that there might be misunderstandings between Lord Almond and Mr. Lance." Oreo's voice was gentle: "The most important point is, is Mr. Lance really a plague envoy?"

This is everything.

"No." Lance replied immediately.

"Of course." Almonley fought back immediately.

"Then, please prove that Mr. Lance is not the plague messenger. After all, all the evidence shows that you are indeed." Oreo looked at Lance and smiled slightly: "I believe that for the safety of your wife and daughter, you must be very happy to answer whether the man who seduced you into was the original plague messenger, and how did you escape at the beginning, where did that plague messenger go?"

"As long as you answer it, the question will be solved."

Almonley looked at Lance, waiting for his answer.

Lance closed his eyes, and his eyes trembled violently for a few times, which showed that he was not calm.

"The man who lured me into the forest was the plague messenger. He was wearing a priest's robe and seduced me that there were moon flowers in the forest. I was not fooled for a moment. After I arrived at the forest, he revealed his true face."

Lance said slowly: "The man said I had a very special soul. He wanted to eat me. I was tied up at that time. The man was covered in black mist. He turned into mist and penetrated into my body. Later I fainted."

Long Ming held his claws nervously when he heard this.

"When I woke up again, I felt that the man was going to devour my soul, and I was in pain and scared."

"But in the end, I relied on strong belief to eat him."

Lance closed his eyes again, obviously not wanting to recall what happened before: "Although I ate him, I did not fully absorb his memory. I could only vaguely understand a little, only knowing that he is the plague god and has some simple spells, and after devouring him, I also suffered some irreparable damage."

After listening to it, Almonli looked at Lance silently.

"This is my personal experience." Lance held his wife's hand and kissed her: "I will come back no matter where I am. You are the only existence I cannot give up. I love you."

"Dear, so are you." Annie hugged her lover, tears falling from the rain.

Long Ming felt a lighter on his head. It turned out that the one-eyed Demon Lord flew down and landed on his hand.

"Do you think I will trust you?" Almonry raised his chin slightly and stared at Lance tightly: "I will keep looking at you until you reveal your true face, the plague messenger."

Lance hugged his family and looked at Almonli: "In the past, those things were done by the plague gods, not by me."

Almonli sneered: "He is you, you are him."

"How can you be sure that you have completely devoured him? You are not afraid that he will still hide in the depths of your soul and wait for one day to replace you."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Oreo buckled the table with his fingertips, he felt a little helpless: "Sir, Lance, stop arguing."

"Both are injured, so Mr. Lance should treat the city lord first."

Almonli calmed down and wanted to see what this plague god envoy did.

"Unless he can guarantee not to hurt my family." Lance made a request.

Oreo looked at Almonli.
To be continued...