[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Chapter 181

An Yinong's sudden counter-kill startled everyone present and absent.

After the blonde insectoid who was sarcastically made to vomit blood by 'Love and Peace' fell, An Yinong's red eyes looked towards Qin as black, densely-packed runes wrapped around Anon's fingers, wrists, all the way up to his neck, and spreading towards his face.

While the black runes appeared on skin as white as ice and snow, with a chic-tinged abused beauty, Qin felt 'sad':

If he had been able to use these abilities from the start, he must have used them a long time ago. To use them only now, it must be because there was some price to pay.

At this moment, An Yinong seemed to have a deeper understanding of the power he possessed.

In history, druids were priests and synonymous with enforcers, bards, and explorers. Derived from this, druids are also nature and neutral champions, spellcasters who call the winds and the rain.

Merlin the Sorcerer was a powerful Druid.

And the druid bloodline in him gave him the ability to be a priest, and a spell caster, but also to remain neutral and not favor any side. So when he wanted to use his ability to curse anyone because of some selfishness, the power of the curse would also backfire on him.

This Soul Race High Priest's power would create a place of death, but death was already a part of the cycle of reincarnation, and by trying to kill them, An Yinong had already defied the neutral position.

Blood rushed to his throat and was suppressed by An Yinong, he looked towards the Soul Race High Priest, and the High Priest also looked in his direction, they sensed each other's flavor of a natural enemy.

Life and death were originally opposing forces.

"High Priestess of the Soul Race?" He looked at the High Priest of the Soul Race, "Come to negotiate, how about quitting this boring game?"

The High Priest of the Soul Race thought that he had chickened out, just as he also sensed a bit of bad taste and wanted to find a reason to pause, so he clicked his tongue and laughed, "Hahaha, you ......"

"Negotiation failed."

An Yinong snapped his fingers, and the well-behaved plant instantly flared up.

"......" The High Priestess of the Soul Clan was startled by this sudden change of face.

"A proper place to frolic and laugh with no sincerity." An Yinong pointed at him.

The High Priest of the Soul Clan was infuriated: too shameless! It was too shameless!

Ooohs that seemed like countless heavy voices superimposed on each other resounded everywhere, and the dirt cracked and bore out tender branches.

The whimpering sound similar to hooting woke up the plants under the ice, and deep in the lifeless soil, the seed felt the power of 'life', and it desperately drilled and grew towards the sky and sunlight.

The vitality of the tough weed was beyond imagination.

Qin froze as she looked at the green point of light in her hand, if life force had a color, it should be this bright green. It gently dissolved the harshness of the frost without hurting half of it. He even felt the dull pain in his brain being soothed by the green point of light.

In just the next second, the soft and lovely grass grew wildly, its raging life force transforming into 'plunder' in an instant. Weeds would compete with each other, plundering the sunlight and rain, and life also had not only a warm side but also a ruthless side.