Deep Sea Embers Chapter 309: Unlucky dog

Duncan was really stunned for several seconds this time before he realized what Agou meant. It wasn't that he couldn't understand the other person's words, but that he needed to digest this shocking fact.

"Are you sure?" He was from a tin box

He picked up the small piece of gray-black meat with slight blue, and pinched it again, "Is this a part of the Youshen Holy Master?"

"You...you still pinch?!" Ah

Seeing Duncan's overly "reassuring and bold" move, the dog's voice changed, "Don't you feel the coercion and power it exudes?"

"No," Duncan shook his head, and then added, "Not only did I not feel it, Vanna and Morris didn't react too much—they just thought it was a little dangerous or disturbing, but It's not as big as you."

Listening to Duncan's words, Ah Gou unconsciously lowered his body, lying on the side of the table in a state of full vigilance, the **** light in his eyes flickering on and off, after a long time, it Then he murmured: "It seems that it has indeed lost its vitality...or it was suppressed by you, but I can't tell the difference. I am a Youshen demon, and I have an inseparable connection with Youshen Lord. In my eyes... there are only endless shadow and pressure."

"It may indeed have something to do with your physique," Duncan said, and he had already closed the lid of the tobacco box, and then stuffed the thing into his pocket——he noticed that with his actions, Ah Gou's state obviously relaxed a lot, "I'll put it up first, you might feel better."

"Thank you...thank you, Captain," Agou finally shivered a little, stood up staggeringly, but still looked at Duncan's pocket in shock, "you just said... this flesh and blood came from the Obsidian brought out from the deepest part?"

"Yes, and from a mortal's mouth," Duncan sighed softly, telling what happened after Agou and Shirley were sent back to the Lost Home, "... Right in the mouth of Christo Barberi, we found this blood sample."

After hearing the whole story, Agou's astonishment was beyond words.

It raised its head, looked at Xue Li, and then did not speak for half a minute, and then it took an unknown amount of time before Xue Li smacked her lips to break the silence: "You mean... that The captain named Krystal... bit off a piece of meat from a **** before he died...

......Speaking of which, is Lord Youshen a god?

"For mortals, there is no difference. 'Like a **** is an extremely broad concept," Agou said solemnly, shaking his head slowly, "I still can't believe it, I can't imagine him at all. How did he do it - a mortal doesn't even have the strength to move a single finger in front of the Holy Lord Youshen, let alone fighting and counterattack... What's more, how did he meet the Holy Lord Youshen? "

"The Obsidian ever entered the deep sea?" Duncan frowned immediately, "After it sank in the frosty sea, it didn't continue to sink in the real dimension, but was teleported away? Or... the frosty deep sea Underneath, does it actually lead to the realm of the deep demon?"

"I don't think it's possible," Agou immediately shook his head, "I've never heard of a place in the deep sea that is directly connected to the dimension of reality, and if there is a leak point between the two places, In six years, the Frost City should have been torn apart by the demons pouring out—the sinking of the Obsidian was six years ago.”

Duncan pondered for a moment.

But now he has too little information, no matter how much he thinks and speculates, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation.

Only one thing is certain: the piece of "flesh" brought out from the Obsidian is a very dangerous thing, it seems that it is best not to take it out casually.

Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or stuff it into the main gun of the Lost Homeland and shoot it out

According to the feedback he felt after touching the piece of meat, Duncan believed that this thing should also be burned by the spiritual fire as "supernatural firewood", but after a short balance, he decided to keep this thing first.

What if it comes in handy in the future?

After thinking about it, Duncan's note

The focus fell on Agou again.

The deep hound slowed down for a while, and then consciously did not pay attention to the location of the "Flesh and Flesh of the Holy Lord". Now it seems that its condition is much better.

"Are the other deep demons like you?"

"Ah?" Ah Gou didn't realize it all at once, "You mean..."

"All the deep demons come from the Holy Lord. You once told me that the habitat of the more powerful deep demons like you is even next to the 'Holy Lord,'" Duncan stared at Agou's **** eyes, "But you This is the reaction after getting close to the breath of the Profound Lord—then how do you usually live next to the Holy Lord?

Are you shivering like this every day? "

Agou was obviously taken aback, probably because he didn't expect the captain's imagination to be so progressive and concrete, but after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said frankly: "A normal deep demon... There will be no reaction like mine."

"Huh?"

"Sanity is the prerequisite for madness,"

Ah Gou sighed, "Only with wisdom can one understand fear, and one can distinguish animal nature if one has humanity—I have deviated from the normal track of the deep demon, and I have also lost the qualification to approach the deep Lord."

Shirley on the side blinked and suddenly realized: "Agou, did you say something very philosophical just now?!"

"Sense is the premise of madness..." Duncan ignored Shirley's bluffing, and just murmured thoughtfully, "So, you can't return to your 'hometown' now, but you can't go back to your 'hometown', but you can't go back to the 'hometown', but you can't go back to your hometown, but you can't go back to your hometown." The connection of the Holy Lord, you can no longer get close to the breath of the Holy Lord, but you are extremely sensitive to this breath?"

A Gou held his head and sighed, "It's almost like this."

"Then you are miserable enough."

Ah Gou's voice seemed to be about to cry: "Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly hold a piece of the Lord's flesh and pinch it in front of me... This is a safe and stable dimension of reality !"

"It was my fault," Duncan apologized sincerely, "I didn't think of that before."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't apologize to me!" Agou was a little startled, and crawled under the table a few times, "You apologize casually, maybe I was entangled in the subspace again ..."

"...Alright," Duncan was stunned, with a weird smile on his face, then shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, "Then I won't bother you, you can continue reading. "

Shirley hurriedly got up to see her off, but Duncan stopped suddenly and turned to look at her.

"You also learned from Agou, and now he can even read elementary school enlightenment stories. You spell your name five times and still get it wrong three times. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Shirley said confidently: "Agou is a knowledge-seeking demon. It is normal for him to have a strong learning ability! How can I compare with him?"

"First of all, 'chasing knowledge' is not the way to use a few words, and secondly, even if Agou is a demon chasing knowledge—you should not walk around knowledge all day long," Duncan said in a helpless tone, "in two days you will be able to I have arranged an exam for you, and I want to see how much you usually learn."

After saying this, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley's screams and curses sounded as expected.

A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan's face.

He took a step forward and walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin.

The night is getting darker.

In the hidden home port of the Sea Fog Fleet blocked by fog, ice floes and strange turbulent currents, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the port area.

The cold night wind came from the direction of the sea, the sound of broken waves hitting the shore was undulating, the cold and dim light of the creation of the world permeated the entire island, and in the distant air, there could be faintly heard the sounds of the port area. The noisy and boiling movement in the square.

The sailors were gathering, using wine, tobacco, and loud instruments to drive away the hollows of the dead that lingered in the world, and consuming their cold and endless energy with all night's noise-but this kind of party was still too noisy for Tyrian up.

This is not conducive to his calm thinking.

Another footstep follows

Behind him ~IndoMTL.com~ was his loyal first mate Aiden - and now he still smells like a piece of bacon, but with added cinnamon and cloves.

This smell made Tirian sigh: the Pulanders really have a lot of tricks in the field of tobacco.

"You can go to the party in the square," Tirian said suddenly, "you don't need to walk with me in this deserted place."

"I'm looking forward to the second half of the night," said Aiden, "they've got a dozen batikka dancers from Cold Harbor—that's a lot of power."

"Captain?"

"In such a cold day, running to dance on a pirate island occupied by the living dead, and it's still late at night-you be honest, what kind of **** price did you guys offer?"

"Actually not much," Aiden touched his shiny head and said with a smile, "The Sea Crow happened to rescue the ship of 'Scimitar Martin' when he was out on business last week. , you know, Martin controls a quarter of the theater and dance troupe in Cold Harbor..."

Tirion: "..."

The commander-in-chief of the Sea Fog Fleet was silent for a few seconds in the night wind, stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his brows, and his expression returned to calm after a few seconds.

"Let's talk about the situation on Dagger Island."

"Good captain."