The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

A pair of broad wings covered with the luster of the night. The deep black seems to absorb all the surrounding light. This illusion makes it appear wider.

Under the dark plating, it exudes an ominous atmosphere.

The wing bones are thick, with thorns looming on them. They are not just fleshy membranes. The pair of demon wings in front of them are plumper and thicker than the demon wings Mu Hua has seen.

The devil's wings have feather-like scales, but they don't give people the slightest soft feeling. Instead, they seem to be condensed with dark energy.

Each feather scale faintly contains magic power, and complex magic lines appear under these feather scales. The symmetrical patterns on the wings are like ancient runes, and they also reveal traces of unknown magic power from time to time.

The bone fingers on the wing bone joints form claws, and there are three pairs of claws symmetrically formed on the edges of the wing bones. The sharp three-finger claws reflect the metallic luster under the light.

Devil's Wings, a symbol of mystery and fear, represent control, temptation and power.

The pair of devil wings in front of me definitely fit the devil's aesthetics very well.

Demons do not value large breasts and beautiful buttocks, fleshy wings, horns, or even tails and hooves. These have extremely high bonus points in their judgment of beauty and ugliness.

By the way, can you believe it? The Clawed Demon is actually the youngest among demons.

Of course, unlike human behavior patterns, for demons, the little fresh meat is usually something that can be eaten after playing with it. . .

As the devil's wings solidified, a ghost hand protruded from the dome.

The ghost hand, which seemed to be covered in horny armor, was slender as a whole, but Mu Hua's seemingly slender wrist was probably not much thinner than his waist. It was a very long arm.

The slender fingers formed a large, well-proportioned hand, yes, well-proportioned.

If you ignore the "bigness" of its fingers when stretched out, it will be a palm full of power and beauty.

Just like the cage hand worn by a berserker, it is fierce, tough, and full of power. It is both an armor and a weapon.

A fang-like bone spur protruded from the elbow, and behind the elbow, the upper arm finally saw delicate and fair skin.

The eggshell was torn open with his palm, and what appeared in Mu Hua's sight again was a pair of huge horns that bent forward.

Flame-like red hair, two traces of blood and tears hanging down from her delicate face.

The roots of the thick devil's horns extend outward, like a mighty horned helmet on the feminine head.

A female demon over eight meters tall emerged from the 'dome'.

The black horny structure extending to her thighs was like wearing a pair of long combat boots with fine barbs on her.

"Ka~! Ka~!" The devil's feet like shovels crushed the eggshells under his feet.

The upper body is naked, and a pair of large breasts are exposed, but under the cover of the magic marks on her body, it is difficult for people to feel blasphemous.

"Tuesday?" Mu Hua asked tentatively, looking at the huge female demon in front of him.

The Great Demon, the female Great Demon is quite different from the male. Her appearance is more slender and 'sharper'.

If the male Great Demon looks like a thick warhammer and heavy axe, then the female Great Demon looks like a stabbing sword and a guillotine.

Of course, this is just a perception of the comparison between the two great demons. After all, their appearance has nothing to do with goodness.

As for the female demon who is more than eight meters tall in front of her, if she wields the 'Bone Dragon Breaker', it probably won't make people feel the slightest bit out of the ordinary.

"Yes, Master, I am the great devil who will always be loyal to you." Half-kneeling in front of Mu Hua, Tuesday replied in a hoarse voice.

Hoarse, but not unpleasant, like the murmur of a tired mature woman.

After confirming Tuesday's identity, Mu Hua took out a large pile of siren tendons and asked her to eat first. But Tuesday was the first to gnaw on the 'eggshells' that had wrapped her earlier.

Name: Tuesday, Race: Demon/Death (Alien), Level 83

Health: 100%

Magic: 10%

Constitution: 900

Intelligence: 900

Spirit: 900

Magic adaptability: SSS

Looking at Tuesday's attributes, her personal attributes increased sharply in all directions. The unified value seemed to imply that she was a newborn child. If so, this value was not too low.

There was a death among the original race. Mu Hua felt strange in his heart. This term looked so awesome.

There are no changes in skills, except for the addition of 'Spatial Perception' and 'Death Congregator' to the talent.

Mu Hua knew that the big devil was good at teleportation, and the literal meaning of spatial perception was quite easy to understand.

On the other hand, Mu Hua, the collector of death, didn't know what he represented. He could only ask Tuesday.

On Tuesday, she finished chewing the eggshell with a "click~click~". In the process, her various attributes increased by ten or twenty points to varying degrees.

Instead of grabbing the siren tendons, she broke open the ice, grabbed the naga that had been frozen by Mu Hua, and started to eat them.

It was a very elegant meal on Tuesday, well, there was no blood splattering and no bits of meat flying around.

But this kind of elegance is probably somewhat unacceptable in the eyes of most humans.

After biting down on the neck and sucking, making sure no blood would spill out, he grinned to a terrifying degree and bit off the head in one bite.

Mu Hua estimated that the cracked girl was a novelty in front of her.

Perhaps because Naga is half-snake, eating Naga on Tuesday is just like eating spicy strips.

Biting, chewing, and swallowing, the cycle continued, and in a moment, a naga disappeared from her mouth.

His thumb gently brushed the corner of his mouth, his manners were elegant, and his elegance made Mu Hua and Tina's eyelids twitch. But Icarus?

Well, Icarus was already vomiting on the side, and he was still an angel, ah bah. . .

Probably aware of the discomfort of Mu Hua and others, when Tuesday pulled a naga again, the demon wings spread out from behind surrounded her, covering her body.

Mu Hua couldn't see Tuesday wrapped in the devil's wings, but judging from the sound, the chewing frequency seemed to be higher than before.

Naga and Siren tendons are of little help to Tuesday's attribute growth. The quality of these flesh and blood is too low. The so-called natural growth, even if you don't necessarily have to eat stronger monsters, eating monsters with attributes that are much lower than your own has no effect.

After eating the food Mu Hua prepared for her, Tuesday seemed a little unsatisfied, but the red glow in her pupils earlier also dissipated.

Wiping his mouth, he came to Mu Hua on Tuesday.

Looking at the giant girl in front of him, Mu Hua twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time.

This is a girl who can eat. It seems that it is necessary to raise some pigs. . .

"Is this the big devil you said can make me happy physically and mentally?" Mu Hua said to Tuesday in a vomiting manner, gesturing that his height was less than the height of Tuesday's knees.

Tuesday is beautiful, but from a human perspective, it can only be described as beautiful, but it is difficult to describe it as beautiful.

Although she has a face close to that of a human woman, and although she is not as ferocious as the male Great Demon, she only has a human-like face.

The delicate facial features, blood-red tear stains, and horny body tissues form natural jewelry. If humans admire her because of her appearance, it is definitely not a matter of aesthetics, or should be said to be a kind of curiosity.

Moreover, as big as she is, she is not the same model as a human being.

This guy not only has bone spurs on his legs and arms that can disembowel someone, but also small thorns.

A pair of long legs looks like they are covered with armor. If an ordinary human touches them, they are basically no different from Ling Chi.

This is definitely a style that can drive a dog to death, a pair of long legs full of malice towards the tongue.

I can’t afford it, I can’t afford it in every sense of the word!

"Master, I can learn the art of transformation." Tuesday half-knelt in front of Mu Hua, with a big face close to Mu Hua, making Mu Hua take two steps back, while Tina wanted to take out a knife. . . (End of chapter)