Chapter 202

The picture in front of us is like a fairy sleeping in the stamens in a fairy tale. It is gradually recovering.??

But when the women in the pistil reveal their true colors, all of the previous fantasies are like broken bubbles, which are hard to trace.

Looking at the woman in the stamen, angel thought of a sentence: the graceful figure is not necessarily an elf, but also Luocha!

The woman in the stamen is a woman like Luocha, even uglier than Luocha.

Half of her face is full of pimples. It seems that there are some slender insects on the pimples, which drill out of the skin and into the pimples on the other side. She has no eyes, which are connected by several wriggling white fascia.

The other half of her face looked OK, but it still had all kinds of scratches, just barely visible.

The petals bloom slowly, and the woman shows her whole body. When the petals are completely opened, countless small green light spots spread to the dark and chaotic space with the shaking of the stamens.

Just as the green pollen spread, an inexplicable instinct suddenly told angel.

The war began.

Warfare? Before Angel understood what this natural intuition meant, he felt that his consciousness was out of darkness and chaos, as if he were out of the flesh, and his sight seemed to appear in another dimension.

He seems to be still on the challenge arena, but he seems to be in another realm. He could see the expressions of every audience in the audience, but all the expressions were frozen, as if time was frozen at this moment.

At the same time, he can see himself lying on the ground.

And green light spots swarming in their own blood.

His current state is like his soul out of the body to another timeline, but he can clearly feel everything, and even look into his own flesh.

He didn't care why he was in this state. All his attention was focused on his body.

Green light spots appeared in his blood vessels, blood and internal organs. They were like bullies and directly occupied all the dominant positions.

His intuition told him that the green light spots in his body were the pollen released by green flowers, and he also knew what the pollen was doing.

They want to take control of angel!

What the hell happened here? Why do green shadows, green flowers and ugly women suddenly appear in him and begin to seize his * *?

Thinking about everything, angel finally focused on the parasitic mother lying on the other side.

"Is that you, parasitic mother?" Angel can't make a sound, but his current state disperses the waves of consciousness.

Angel did not expect to receive an answer, but he received a wave of consciousness:

"It's mine, it's mine, ha ha, it's all mine! I'm going to order this * *"

It was an unconscious wave. It didn't seem to be answering angel, but an active emotion.

Angel sensed this emotion and read out the meaning of emotion.

This is no accident. Once when angel was in the nightmare world, he received the emotion of magic eating flowers. I even had emotional communication with the king of magic flower eaters.

"Parasitic mother?" Angel tried to keep the mood going.

"Hahaha, Lord Baroque said this is Sanders' disciple. Great! I must occupy this * *! Hahaha, it's all mine right away!"

The crazy and wanton mood swings were perceived by angel again.

Angel is sure that he can feel the other party's emotions, but the other party doesn't seem to receive his emotional fluctuations.

From this crazy emotion, angel got some information.

Baroque... He still remembers this man, the braided old man in the drawing area on the 13th floor, who is suspected to be the high-rise of the sky tower.

So, was this man encouraged by Baroque to seize his body and want to replace it?

Then the identity of this person is ready to come out. There is no other person except one! He entered the pool, and the only player in the passive row was the parasitic mother!

Who is Baroque's real identity? Why did the parasitic mother replace him? What is their purpose? Angel vaguely felt that this seemed to be a conspiracy against Sanders, and he was just cannon fodder.

Angel doesn't know the exact answer. But this is not the time to pay attention to these things. What he should think now is how to regain control of his body and how to expel the parasitic mother from his body!

Seeing that the green pollen had moved through the pelvic cavity to the lower body, soon there was green pollen precipitation in all parts of the body.

When green pollen completely occupies every part of angel's body, it means that he will lose the "* * battle".

Angel tried to control his body.

But his current state is very strange. It seems that he is not in the same world with * * at all. He can't drive the flesh body anyway. He can't even feel his own flesh body.

"What a weak * *! Almost like ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people!"

Another emotion came. After hearing this, angel only felt the blood vessels on his forehead beating, if he had a forehead now.

Watching the green pollen accumulate his * * layer by layer, angel was extremely anxious, but it was an established fact that he could not control * * and could only use his consciousness to yell dirty words. However, no one can receive angel's consciousness, not even wizards.

"Bad, bad, bad, broken blood vessels, too much poison in the body... Damn! Why did Sanders accept such disciples!"

The mood of the parasitic mother spread unreservedly to angel's consciousness. But now he's not even in the mood to swear.

"Is his talent very good? No hurry, it's all mine. I'll know when I occupy his soul."

As long as it is a person, the mood is spreading out almost all the time. Even if the parasitic mother didn't speak, her emotions were captured by angel.

From the tone of the parasitic mother, the other party not only wants to seize his body, but also seems to want to occupy his soul.

Seeing that the flesh had lost its power, angel was unable to return to heaven.

His body was full of green pollen, and all parts of his body collapsed except the location of his brain.

Angel's state could not interfere with the reality. He watched his * * occupied by the parasitic mother, and only felt infinite hatred rising.

Hate is like building soil, piled up layer by layer. Unknowingly, angel felt that his consciousness was no longer calm and a little more irritable.

In this irritability, angel showed some strange fluctuations.

At first, angel didn't feel the fluctuation, but with the superposition of his hatred and his irritability, the fluctuation began to rise from an unknown source.

What is this fluctuation?

Calm and majestic, wrapped in a thick gray fog.

Angel was inexplicably familiar with the fluctuation, but he couldn't remember when he felt it.

When angel was attracted by this wave, the mood of the parasitic mother came again

"* * it's mine! Ha ha ha, the soul is mine, it's mine, and your soul will be mine!"

With the emergence of this emotion, angel thought: it's over.

**The battle is lost!

It also means that the soul battlefield is about to open.

"Where? Where? I found it!" The parasitic mother's mood suddenly rose.

The next moment, angel saw countless green pollen appear around him.

Yes, right next to where he is now.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

The mood of the parasitic mother came from behind the green pollen. Angel looked. Behind the pollen, the ugly woman was sitting on the original green flower.

Is this ugly woman... The real body of the parasitic mother?

Angel inexplicably gave birth to this idea. It was clearly two different faces, but Angel felt that he seemed to have the truth.

Since the parasitic mother can forcibly occupy her body, who knows if the peerless beauty outside will be the object of the parasitic mother.

"What a beautiful soul. Unfortunately, I can't control the soul... It doesn't matter. Just get your memory and occupy the thinking space. As for the soul, let it fall to the ruins forever!"

Under the control of the parasite mother, the green pollen rushed madly to angel's consciousness.

Only then did Angel understand.

Originally, he is not a simple consciousness, but has returned to the state of soul?

No wonder you can sense other people's emotions. When I was in the nightmare world, it was because it was the state of soul that I could feel the emotion of magic eating flowers.

When the pollen rushed to angel, angel had no resistance.

His soul cannot move. In other words, although he is in the soul state at present, he is not in the soul state when he goes to the nightmare world. His soul seems to be fixed in a certain position in the flesh, so he can't move at all.

Under such circumstances, angel could not resist the erosion of pollen at all.

At this critical moment, angel's dead horse became a living horse doctor, releasing the strange wave just appeared in his soul.

The thick gray fog was so dispersed from the soul.

When the green pollen came into contact with the strange and fluctuating gray fog, it couldn't move forward, as if it was bound.

succeed? Angel didn't know what the gray fog was at this time. It could really stop pollen erosion.

"Damn, what is this? Is it you? Are you here? Milk Baron! Come out! Sacrifice your soul to me, or I will make your whole body fester like a bug in the gutter!" The parasitic mother also showed this strange change and began to spread her anger angrily.

But she also knows that she is in someone else's body at present. She is a special parasitic state, and angel is the soul. She can't talk at all.

Angel also doesn't care about the mood of the parasitic mother. He is worse than the parasitic mother than hate and anger! He just wanted to do everything he could to keep his soul. Even if it is eventually dead, we should kill the parasitic mother before that!

He is now a soul body and has not learned soul magic. At present, his only dependence seems to be the gray fog.

So Angel tried to control the strange gray fog in the soul.

Angel subconsciously touched the gray fog with his soul again. eight