Chapter 165: Lord Voldemort
The entire horse gathering place fell into a weird silence for a while, and the horses bowed their heads as if they were making an important decision. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net
Firenze glanced at the old horse and said cruelly: "Daddy!"
The old horse seemed to be aging for several decades, and slowly said: "I am old, if you are willing to go, then go!"
Firenze looked at the old horse sadly and shouted: "Are you willing to follow me?"
Immediately more than a dozen vigorous horsemen jumped out and stood behind Ferrenze.
"go!"
Firenze grabbed the wave dog roughly, threw it on himself, and ran wildly in one direction of the forbidden forest.
"Didn't I just ask you to be gentle!"
The dissatisfied voice of the wave dog came from a distance, and the old horse sat on the spot blankly, silent for a while.
A tall female horseman slowly stepped forward and screamed hesitantly.
"Patriarch?"
The old horse slowly shook his head and said, "I'm fine!"
The female horseman asked, "Will they be okay with Firenze?"
The old man looked at Firenze and his party who disappeared in the distance, and said: "All of this is destiny, and their choice is also their destiny!"
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Yun Ye and Voldemort hid behind a thick tree hugged by the two of them, and watched intently at the unicorns emitting brilliant white light all over them.
This unicorn has soft hair all over, radiating gentle light. Look at ‘hair, thread, Chinese, text, net
And that single horn like a jade carving, like a rare treasure, is especially moving in the middle of the night.
Yunye was also the first time he saw a unicorn, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's a beautiful creature!"
Voldemort Jiejie smiled and said, "No matter how beautiful it is in my eyes, it is only a nutrient that I can absorb!"
Yun Ye looked around, looking forward to seeing the creatures of the Forbidden Forest come out to save this poor unicorn-of course the primary purpose was to disturb Voldemort.
However, there was silence all around, and there was no rescue scene Yun Ye imagined.
Voldemort said coldly: "You stay here for me, have you heard it!"
Yun Ye shrugged: "Well, well, what you say is what you say, is it all right?"
Voldemort stood up slowly when he heard the words, floating in the air.
His large black robe murmured in the night breeze, and looked like a vampire bat from a distance, about to hunt his own prey.
The unicorn not far away looked around nervously, feeling a trace of something wrong in the weird atmosphere.
Voldemort floated in the air like a huge bat, slowly approaching the unicorn.
The next moment the unicorn turned around and wanted to escape without saying a word!
The speed of the unicorn running at full speed is not something ordinary people can underestimate, but it is facing Voldemort, and it is destined to have no room for resistance.
Is it really necessary for Voldemort to recover so successfully?
Yun Ye looked around unwillingly, but he was still calm and could no longer be calm.
Upon seeing this, Yun Ye had to sigh helplessly. It seemed that her plan might not always be successful every time.
Quirrell, under Voldemort's control, suddenly exploded with a terrifying speed from his thin body, and directly threw the galloping unicorn to the ground!
Quirrell's seemingly thin arms also pressed the unicorn firmly!
His fingers clamped the skin and flesh of the unicorn, and directly pinched the silver blood.
The unicorn itself is an extremely pure creature. Using black magic to attack the unicorn is very likely to tarnish the purity of the unicorn.
So Voldemort released a body-enhancing spell on Quirrell, giving Quirrell temporarily the power to suppress the unicorn.
This must have a strong side effect on Quirrell's body, but in Voldemort's view, this is nothing.
Yun Ye shook his head slightly, and Quirrell was a **** to use at will in Voldemort's hands.
When Quirrell had no use value to Voldemort, the fate of Quirrell could be imagined.
Under Voldemort's suppression, the unicorn struggled desperately and wailed quickly.
Its original powerful four-legged body looked quite weak at this time, kicking the ground in a senseless resistance.
··Seeking flowers············
Voldemort showed a grinning smile, raised a hand and thrust it **** the unicorn's neck!
Suddenly, a hot, steaming silver liquid splashed out!
Voldemort stared at the blood of the unicorn greedily like a starving ghost.
More silver blood gushed from the unicorn wound and ran to the ground, and Voldemort immediately took out a small bottle.
The blood of the unicorn that was originally very precious, if there is a whole head to kill and provide, it does not matter if some wasted.
Voldemort sniffed the smell of the unicorn blood intoxicated, and let out a comfortable moan. Yun Ye's stomach was nauseated by his disgusting face.
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"Really incredible Yan Yi..."
Yun Ye could only endure the disgusting impulse now, and became increasingly disgusted with Voldemort.
Yun Ye knew in his heart that he couldn't let Voldemort recover like this, but it was not the time to turn his face, so he could only forcefully suppress his dislike of Voldemort.
Voldemort—The turban on Quirrell's head wriggled for a while, and the turban slowly slipped down, revealing a flesh face without obvious facial features.
The blood vessels on his face, the hideous, slightly open mouth, are the source of the comfortable moaning sound!
"Come on," Voldemort whispered with his exposed face, "contribute everything you have to the great Dark Lord!"
While talking, Quirrell, controlled by Voldemort, filled the small bottle with unicorn blood.
Yun Ye frowned and looked at all of this. This was exactly why Qiluo became less like a human or a ghost.
Voldemort has always been in Quirrell's brain, and Quirrell's actions have not much of his own consciousness, and most of them are under the command of Voldemort.
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