"I have already chopped it off." Yura took out a finger from his pocket, and the finger showed a crystal purple color like glass.

Se Lian took the slender finger, held it between his fingers and shook it in front of the hood.

"Oh, it's too pure." Se Lian said, "But something is still wrong."

"What's wrong?" Yura asked quickly.

"Her eyes." Se Lian raised her head and looked at Eleonora, "They don't look like Blood Finger's eyes."

Serian's ordinary words suddenly stunned Yura.

He had always felt that Eleonora's eyes were very clear. Being attracted by those eyes and affected by the intensity of the battle, he ignored a problem.

As a blood finger hunter, Yura has hunted many blood fingers. One of their common features is that their eyes are blood red and their faces are often engraved with the trident emblem of the Blood Dynasty.

But Eleonora's eyes were not blood red.

Even her eyes have not turned into vertical pupils - but she has obviously performed dragon feasts several times and has mastered the powerful power of dragons. According to common sense, her body should have transformed into a dragon long ago.

But Eleonora's eyes were always clear, without any change, just like the figure and appearance he had seen in the past and could not trace in his dreams.

Yura suddenly jumped up, flashed the long knife in his hand, and cut Eleonora's helmet open, but did not hurt her cheek.

"Sure enough, there is no Blood Dynasty tattoo." Yura said softly.

But what does this mean? Yura has never been a Blood Finger, nor has he had the opportunity to go to the Blood Dynasty. He doesn't know what this means.

Se Lian asked Yura to stand closer.

"What is it, master?" Yura approached Se Lian.

"Hold me up." She said, stepping on Yura's back, putting on her iron hat, and got close to Eleonora to observe carefully.

She scratched Eleonora's cheek lightly with the crystal in her hand and observed the blood flowing out.

Finally, he put Eleonora down, stripped her naked, and inspected every inch of skin on her body. The crystals on her hands scratched numerous wounds on the body with graceful muscles.

After studying for a long time, Se Lian came to the conclusion:

"I can't save her. There's no curse mark on her body."

"What does it mean?" Wuming asked.

"I can't say," Se Lian said, "She may have broken the curse by herself."

Serian rummaged through the clothes and belongings that he took off from Eleonora and found a spherical dew drop.

The amber-like crystal dew drops are full of red, and there is a golden branch-like substance in it, with thin branches like tree roots and blood vessels extending around.

"My researcher's intuition tells me that it may have something to do with this." Se Lian said, "But I'm not a magic medicine expert. I can't say what the specific effects are. Maybe you can find the remaining golden tree priest in the junction area and ask.

A perfumer can do that too.”

Wuming said: "That means this person doesn't have a bloody finger?"

"That depends on your definition of Bloodfinger." Se Lian said, "Obviously this person is not controlled by the cursed blood, but if she is still hunting the Faded One, maybe it counts?"

Yura suddenly got angry, grabbed Eleonora's arm and shook her:

"Why? Why are you attacking your compatriots when you are not controlled by the cursed blood! What are you thinking!"

Yura's response was silence, and the four people present fell into silence.

Seeing that she had nothing to do here, Se Lian was about to leave:

"Then I will take the Star Child back."

"Leave one for me." Wuming said, "I'm short of transportation."

"Don't you use your golden chariot?" Se Lian said, "Take the Star Son to the royal city without fear of being attacked?"

"Who said I was going to the Royal City?" Wuming said, "The road to the Royal City is not easy to navigate now, so I naturally want to explore new sales channels."

"Where to go?" Se Lian asked curiously.

Wuming thought for a while: "Huoshan Official Residence. They actually signed a 10 million business deal with me - I have a good impression of this force now. There are no bad people who are willing to take care of my business!"

Se Lian laughed: "Okay, if you need my help, just use the puppet to notify me."

Se Lian left with a falling star beast, Wuming simply waved to Se Lian and said goodbye.

He always stood where he was, staring at Eleonora.

Yura never got Eleonora's answer, and the anger in his eyes was like a fire that had been drawn out, gradually extinguishing and losing its strength.

He looked at Wuming and found that Wuming was still staring at Eleonora, and covered Eleonora with the dragon-wing cloak on the side.

"It's not good to stare at a woman like this." Yura reminded Wuming and once again talked about the moral values ​​of the Reed Land.

"If I don't keep an eye on her, you will die." Wuming said.

Yura's hand shook, and he left his cloak, distanced himself from Eleonora, and looked at Wuming: "What do you mean?"

"Looking at your reaction, isn't it quite clear?" Wuming said, "The trembling of the Blood Finger's muscles and the direction of her gaze... are all looking for opportunities to escape - that is, opportunities to kill you."

"Are you sure?" Yura's tone was a little bitter.

"I don't look at people's faces." Wuming said, "Mainly because we generally can't see faces over there, and the faces we see are probably too wrinkled to show expressions. I'm used to looking at the body, even the bones and muscles.

, to judge the other party’s actions.”

Wuming said: "As a soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles, this is my judgment. Believe me, what we businessmen value is integrity."

"Which is better, a warrior or a businessman..."

"I guarantee my warrior experience with the integrity of a businessman." Wuming patted his chest.

Wuming looked at Eleonora and nodded appreciatively:

"At first glance, she doesn't have any murderous intent, but if you take a closer look, every muscle, every movement, every look in her body is always looking for an opportunity to come back and fight back. She is really a pure warrior. I'm afraid she is not pursuing a curse.

Blood is not the power of a dragon, but simply powerful. Yes, very pure."

Yura said: "You want to say that she killed people just to pursue a more powerful state?"

"In my hometown, embarking on the road to becoming a dragon also requires constant fighting. Because the road is too narrow, only one person is allowed to pass, and the road is full of killing and blood." Wuming sighed, "She is not necessarily purely pursuing power.

But she must be very pure."

"So that's it..."

Yura suddenly understood why Eleonora ignored him.

When I was talking to her, she was thinking about how to kill herself.

Because dialogue could not help him get out of trouble, he did not speak. He even kept observing his surroundings, having no time to look for other people, waiting for opportunities to counterattack.

Yura, who was still transformed into a dragon body, fell back on the chair and looked into those clear and indifferent eyes.

She clearly still looked the same, and her appearance had not changed at all due to the erosion of dragon food and cursed blood. But Yura clearly saw a dragon's heart, perhaps a heart stronger than a dragon.

For the first time, Yura got a little closer to Eleonora's heart, but what he saw made him even more desperate.

"Why did she become like this..." Yura couldn't believe it.

Wuming asked Yura: "Isn't it caused by Long Feast?"

"Her eyes have not changed," Yura said.

"You said it yourself - the desire for the dragon will gradually accumulate until it fills the whole body. In order to pursue the powerful and beautiful power of the dragon, he embarks on the road of destruction." Wuming said, "Since you are pursuing power, then seeing the curse

You will also pounce on blood, right?"

Wuming said: "And you see, if perfumers drink spices, they will also destroy their own hearts and turn into emotionless omen-hunting machines. This guy eats a dragon's heart, which is much more powerful than spices.

"

Wuming's statement was quite reasonable, but Yula didn't want to believe it and sat silently on the chair. Even the mighty dragon body could not conceal an aura of decadence.

Wuming said: "Such a stubborn guy is the hardest to deal with. He can't communicate and is unwilling to change easily. Let's hang him for a while."

"Will she be executed?" Yura asked softly, with mixed emotions.

Wuming heard the words and thought about it: "If she has a good relationship with Huoshan, I can't take action. She can be used as a prisoner of war in exchange for each other's friendship. But since she was decisively given up by the Godskin Apostle, and she was a member of the Blood Dynasty before, she should not be interested in Huoshan's official residence.

It’s very important—it won’t be a problem if you kill it.”

Wuming lifted Eleonora back to her original position. Before hanging her back, he thoughtfully wrapped her naked body into a ball with three layers of worm silk and iron wire inside and three outside, leaving only her head exposed.

, stuck on the cross.

The cross was almost unbearable due to its huge weight, like a twig growing plump fruits, or like a giant beetle plucking out a giant dung beetle on the branch.

"Perfect." Wuming clapped his hands, "I won't be able to escape this way."

"Aren't you afraid of just crushing the cross and running away?" Yura said.

Wuming suddenly realized: "You reminded me."

Wuming wrapped Eleonora many times horizontally, turning it into an oval shape, becoming wider, fatter and heavier.

Wuming was even more satisfied now: "If she tries to roll away like this, her head will definitely hit the ground - she won't be able to run away."

Wuming left happily, leaving Yura to guard Eleonora alone. Yura looked up at the crumbling cross and the funny Eleonora, sighed, and turned away from looking at her.
Chapter completed!