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“这血池……！”
没过多久，就有一位龙宫成员来到了血池之外，正是坐于一只肌肉巨兔身上的龙宫专属炼丹师紫凌儿。
她的巨兔因常年试药，对于气息非常敏感，刚刚降临苍莽山脉，就寻得此地。
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这血池……！PurpleButterfly‘seyeswidenedinshockasshetookinthescenebeforeher.Thebloodpool,whichhadbeenaseeminglyinsignificantdotonthemap,wasnowstaringbackatherlikeamalevolententity.Shecouldfeelitsdarkenergycoursingthroughherveins,makingherskinpricklewithunease.
AsamemberoftheDragonPalace,PurpleButterflywasnostrangertothearcanearts.Shehadspentyearsstudyingtheancienttomesandpracticingtheintricatetechniquesof炼丹,butnothinghadpreparedherforthis.Thebloodpoolseemedtobe...watchingher,itspresencesuffocatingherlikeaphysicalweight.
Withouthesitation,PurpleButterflysummonedhertrusty巨兔，GiantRabbit,tostandguardbesideher.Hercompanion‘spowerfullegscoiledaroundtheair,readytounleashitsfullfuryuponanypotentialthreats.TheairaroundthemseemedtovibratewithanticipationasPurpleButterflytookanotherstepforward,hereyeslockedonthebloodpool.
“Welcome,youngone,“avoiceechoedfrombehindher,sendingshiversdownherspine.
PurpleButterflyspunaround,herhandinstinctivelyreachingforthedaggeratherbelt.Afigureemergedfromthetrees,cloakedinshadowsthatseemedtowritheandtwistlikelivingdarkness.
“Youshouldn‘tbehere,“PurpleButterflywarned,hervoicefirmbutlacedwithcaution.
Thefigurechuckled,thesoundsendingripplesthroughtheairlikeacoldbreezeonawinter‘snight.“Oh,IthinkIshouldbe,“itsaid,itseyesglintingwithmalevolentintent.
PurpleButterflydrewherdagger,itsbladeshimmeringwithanotherworldlylightasshesizedupthenewcomer.Therewassomethingunsettlingaboutthisperson?somethingthatdidn‘tquiteaddup.
“You‘renotfromaroundhere,areyou?“PurpleButterflyasked,hertonemeasured.
Thefigureshookitshead,itsfeaturesshiftinglikesanddunesinthewind.“No,“itadmitted,“Iamnot.“
PurpleButterfly‘sgazenarrowedasshesearchedforanyclueaboutthisperson‘sidentityormotives.Theairwasthickwithtension,heavywithunspokenthreatsandhiddenagendas.
Suddenly,afainthummingnoiseemergedfromthebloodpool,growinglouderbythesecond.PurpleButterflyfeltherskincrawlasthesoundbegantotakeonarhythmicquality?likeapulse,beatingintimewithsomeancient,forgottenheartbeat.
“Isthisthingalive?“sheasked,hervoicebarelyaboveawhisper.
Thefigurechuckledagain,itseyesglintingwithmirth.“It‘smorethanthat,“itsaid,itsvoicedrippingwithanunnaturalreverence.“It‘sthesourceofalllifeanddeath?andIhavecometoclaimitformyself.“
PurpleButterflyfeltacolddreadcreepingupherspineasshegazedatthebloodpool.Thiswasnoordinarycreature,andwhatevermagiclaywithinitseemedtobecallingtosomethingdeepwithinherownsoul.
Thehummingnoisereachedafeverpitch,thensuddenlyceased,plungingtheclearingintoanoppressivesilence.PurpleButterflytookadeepbreath,steelingherselfforwhatwastocome.
“Iwon‘tletyouhaveit,“shedeclared,hervoicesteadyandunwavering.
Thefigure‘ssmilegrewwider,itseyesflashingwithexcitement.“Oh,butIthinkyouwill,“itsaid,itsvoicedrippingwithmalice.
Withasuddenmovement,thefigurereachedoutahand?andPurpleButterflyfeltherselfbeingpulledtowardthebloodpool,asifbysomeunseenforce.Shetriedtoresist,butitwastoolate.
Asshesteppedintothebloodpool‘sdepths,PurpleButterflyrealizedthatherjourneywasfarfromover.Thefateofthisstrangecreature,andthesecretsitheld,werenowherstounravel?nomatterthecost.