Chapter 421 Mary starts!

Chapter 421 Mary starts!

"Try... the path of distortion?!"

The light in the female dancer's head had dimmed a lot, and her thinking became unusually slow.

Even with the help of the mysterious runes injected by John Watson, she racked her brains to parse the meaning of the other party's last message.

"Distortion, loss of control, madness... loss of self?!!"

"No! No! Impossible!!!"

"I can't be distorted! How can I be distorted?!"

"I am about to complete the fifth dance of destiny... I am ready to awaken the fifth mark..."

"I, my ascension path still has a long and bright and smooth journey..."

"The mentor, the mentor has reserved a seat for me to ascend..."

"How could I fall here..."

"How could I fall here!!!"

The female dancer wanted to scream and shout, but the sound she shouted out with her mouth wide open was a hissing sound, and even the flesh tongue of the soul body had been distorted and forked like a snake.

In the chaos deep in the soul, the key centipede snake danced happily and crawled in the void, and dived into the unknown inside the Gate of Qixiang.

The Gate of Qixiang closed tightly with a bang, and the door body trembled wildly. A terrifying crazy breath spread from the gap of the tightly closed door!

Although the door was closed, extremely tiny door gates began to bloom on the door frame, door panels, and door hinges.

This is the door in the door, the door of all doors, and also the door of distortion!

The strange dark purple color leaked out from the countless tiny door gates. These deep and evil purples can render the soul transparent in a moment of trance.

This familiar dangerous color awakened the female dancer's heart. The bright red heart danced wildly in the depths of the soul, and the tangible ripples spread in all directions, trying to reach the erosion of the crazy open color... Unfortunately, it did not succeed.

The snake in the door suddenly attacked, swallowing the beating heart in one gulp, and the surging vitality in it was immediately digested into the nourishment of life - countless slender snakes emerged hideously from the body!

Despair filled every inch of the female dancer's mind.

She didn't want to be distorted! She didn't want to be distorted! ! !

But she had no right to refuse and no ability to refuse!

She... was powerless to resist the process of distortion.

But the female dancer couldn't figure it out - why? Why could John Watson interfere with the performance of the dance of destiny? !

"Why didn't he get punished by the contract?!"

"The contract is a treasure given by the mentor. How can John Watson avoid the punishment of the contract?!"

"Even though the moth in his skull is so strange and bizarre, he is still just a mortal who has not yet ascended... How could he surpass the power of the mentor???"

"I hate it! I resent it! I, I really shouldn't have provoked John Watson... I just need to honestly compromise with the relationship arranged by fate..."

"Why did I think of resisting this destined relationship in the first place... I could have just run away from John Watson and London, run to a remote corner where no one could find me, and naturally give up this destined relationship..."

The female dancer's soul bloomed with scars, and her mind became more flexible because of this, like a last glimmer of light at the moment of death.

"But why have I never thought of escaping???"

"Why am I thinking about how to make full use of John Watson? How can I completely cut off this relationship, how can I put John Watson to death???"

"Why did I get so confused that I invited him to the tomb of the Shadowless Kings???"

"Could it be that my thoughts, my consciousness... were already abnormal at that time?"

"Is my self-righteous act of resisting fate actually also in the plan of fate..."

The tears of regret seemed to be constantly spinning in the eye sockets, and the inside of the eyes was itchy.

But the soul is not the body, how could it shed tears.

The strange feeling of the female dancer's eyeballs is because her pupils are distorted!

The ocean-like blue and pure pupil color is fading rapidly, and the blurred purple dyes the eyes. The round pupils shrink and narrow, and the pupils stand upright like a slightly open door.

The seven scars around the face bloomed again, and the seven-tailed mottled colorful snake returned to the world.

In the last life, we were full of ambition, but were strangled by that despicable moth.

In this life, we have come back again and have accumulated enough lessons. We will definitely be able to defeat that hateful moth, eliminate all the closed things in the world, and make the queen's glory spread all over the world! ! !

The crisp sound of slapping rang seven times in an instant-

The broken one-eyed moth waved its scaly wings to the left and right, and slapped each of the seven newly born mottled and colorful snakes.

When the scaly wings collided with the snake heads, a faint dust of abandonment was sprinkled, sinking into the skulls of the seven snakes, making the seven heads buzz and echo.

"Yo, you have healed your scars and forgotten the pain?"

"No, it's a bad thing for you to heal your scars... You have opened your scars and forgotten the pain?"

"Wide noodles! Where did you go, wide noodles?!"

"Come out and teach your little brother what civilization and courtesy are... Otherwise, I will remind you of the deliciousness of snake soup."

The giant centipede key flat-necked snake hiding inside the Gate of All Gates heard the humiliating title of "wide face" and reluctantly poked its head out. It seemed tough but was actually weak and hissed softly. All the snakes bowed to the broken one-eyed moth.

The back of the female dancer's soul opened a deep gap in the hissing of the giant snake in the gate.

The broken one-eyed moth squeezed in, and the seven alienated limbs pierced directly into the seven souls.

The head of the soul just accommodated the moth body, leaving only the broken scale wings floating behind the head like a bun.

This soul body is now completely controlled by the moth.

The broken one-eyed moth raised its head and looked directly at the angry five shadowless emperors. Its limbs trembled slightly and controlled the snake female dancer to stand up. Countless slender snakes around the soul body twisted wildly and raised their heads to burst out with a hole-opening hiss.

It chuckled:

"Motorized Mary, start!"

………………

Three thousand miles away in London, on the top floor of the closed door of the molting club.

A gentleman with a slightly dark complexion slowly walked out from the shadow behind the curtain, holding a tray with steaming black tea and some exquisite snacks in his hand.

"Ms. Suluochana, your breakfast is ready."

"Hmm..."

The exotic lady who was lazily lying on the sofa stretched, slowly sat up and picked up the teacup.

The black tea in the cup was as clear as virgin blood. Just by sniffing the light steam rising up, you can already taste the mellow and sweet taste in it.

The color, fragrance and taste are almost top-notch.

The only shortcoming is that there is a piece of unique tea in the cup.

The tea curled up like a needle, floating and sinking in the bright tea soup, but it was unwilling to be like other compatriots who sank to the bottom of the cup-obediently completely immersed in the comfortable tea soup like a hot spring, stretching its body and releasing its fragrance.

The lonely tea leaves are unwilling to blindly follow other tea leaves.

It has its own ideas and its own persistence - I swear to resist this warm hot soup!

I will never compromise! I will never give up resistance!!!

Ms. Suluo Chana smiled at the lonely tea leaves twisting and struggling in the cup.

She came to the window and looked at the gray London in the early morning.

Her eyes that never extinguished seemed to be able to penetrate the thick haze of the foggy city, cross the oceans and mountains, and shuttle to three thousand miles away, ignoring the barriers between the worlds, and looking directly at her beloved disciple with a hideous face.

Ms. Suluo Chana gently blew out a breath of orchid musk fragrance, and the tea soup in the cup was slightly rippled. The uncompromising tea leaves were immediately swept by the waves and sank to the bottom of the cup, and no longer had the strength to resist.

"Mary, my good disciple."

"Have you finally embarked on the road of alternative destiny that belongs to you..."

"To fully embrace the mother of pain and mercy is indeed a completely different path from the rest of you."