hunter rule

Charming night, swaying red wine.

Intoxicating aroma.

At the end of a huge long table decorated with a dazzling array of food, Davya leaned casually on a brown bench.

Her calves were swaying, and her Western sword was swinging accordingly.

"Ahhhhh."

"I'm back."

Half of the girl's flawless face was hidden in the darkness.

In front of her, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes had an extremely respectful expression on his face. He knelt on the ground, his eyes showed awe and he did not dare to show any blasphemy.

"I helped you get rid of the Qi family's armed forces and eliminated your family's biggest enemy within the Presbyterian Court."

"The Lord Dominator has extraordinary combat power and is invincible in the world."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"So, here's the news I asked you to check." Davya supported her little head with her white right hand: "It's been so long and there's still no news?"

"Speak to your lord."

"People from our family have already gone to investigate."

"There will be news soon, please be patient..."

Davya had a slight smile on her face: "Ah ah ah."

"Davuya always feels that you are perfunctory with me."

The middle-aged man on the ground stood up at this moment, and a stern expression slowly appeared on his face: "Master Dominator... The Grisha family in the Elders' House has been becoming more and more aggressive recently."

"Please...get rid of them."

silence.

The entire hall fell into silence.

Warm light shines on the middle-aged man.

There was something crazy and ferocious on the man's face.

"Oops." Davya squinted her eyes: "You seem to..."

"Sick."

"Lord Dominator, what are you talking about?"

From both sides of the door of the huge room, three powerful auras stepped out.

The middle-aged man straightened his waist and his eyes narrowed.

"A monster who rebels against humanity and has abnormal psychology."

"The demons of the Dark Order should be killed by everyone."

Three powerful auras of formal professionals burst out.

War energy and psychic energy filled the entire house.

"According to rumors, there are seven monsters in the Dark Order, who are named rulers."

"Control weirdness, dominate life."

"I didn't expect that the so-called ruler would actually be a little girl."

"What's even more outrageous is that a little girl can actually kill a formal professional of the Qi family."

The middle-aged man grinned: "What a pity."

"Today, the legendary ruler is going to die here."

Three figures exuding a powerful aura looked at Davya, who was still a little comfortable.

"Legend has it that the Dark Order, an abnormal organization, has seven professionals."

"They act weirdly and crazy, and each one of them has the ability to destroy an entire city."

One of the men wearing strong armor looked disdainfully: "Is that all?"

"Just a little girl who doesn't seem to know what's called?"

"I can't see any trace of weaponization on my body...Is he a mage?"

"At this level, how on earth did you kill a professional from the Qi family?"

Davya looked at the three people in front of her with a smile.

"three."

The girl whispered, as if she was chanting something.

The three formal professionals frowned slightly.

What is this girl doing?

"two."

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man whispered.

Davya kept smiling and crossed her left and right hands on the hilt of her Western sword.

"one."

"You can't escape."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

"Kill her!"

The three official-level professionals heard the sound and moved.

…

…

Three minutes later.

In a huge room.

Blood and bits of flesh spread.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

How is that possible!

How is that possible!

The three full-level professionals that I have worked hard to gather together...

All were killed!

Total death!

What's going on!

That's a formal professional.

"Ahhhhh."

Davya kicked away the pieces of meat on the ground: "I lost count."

"How many pieces were cut into?"

A sick smile appeared on the girl's face, and she pulled out the blood-stained Western sword from the fragments of the corpse.

"beg……"

"Please."

"Lord Dominator,"

"I'm just kidding..."

"grown ups."

Davya was smiling, as if she were an aristocratic girl on an outing.

Her every move and gesture showed delicacy and etiquette.

Can't find any fault with it.

"Sir...Sir...your information...I know it."

The middle-aged man almost collapsed and fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

"Where?"

"tell me."

“Green Capital Central Villa!”

The middle-aged man's face was extremely pale, as if he was about to vomit.

His right hand accidentally touched the fresh body parts.

It also has a little warmth.

"We found out that a caravan from the Song Consortium has recently entered to station for repairs."

"The person you are looking for must be..."

Pfft.

The middle-aged man's head flew up, and a huge amount of blood spurted out from the connection between his neck and body.

How spectacular.

"Ahhhhh."

The girl smiled and looked at the world full of viscosity and blood at this moment: "I found you."

"Song Clan..."

"Song Ting Ying."

………………

Busy streets.

Even though it is already late at night, there is no way to stop the people's enthusiasm for the Manbloom Festival.

Under the never-ending fireworks, Zhao Guangli and Song Tingying walked among the crowd.

There is everything here.

There are shops on the street corners selling local chronicles and various novels and picture books.

Green plants unique to Green Capital.

There are more exquisite snacks.

In front of the magazine stall, Song Tingying clutched the magazine in her hand, her face flushed.

"What are you looking at!"

Zhao Guangli asked casually while flipping through the novel and picture book next to him.

"No...nothing."

The girl squatted on the ground, hugging her small knees. Under her knees was a magazine with no cover visible.

When Zhao Guangli didn't notice her, Song Tingying quickly put the magazine back in place, even though her face seemed to have a fever.

"Do you have anything to buy?"

Zhao Guangli raised his head. The girl's long hair was shawl, and her eyes flashed: "Hey, why is your face so red?"

"Well, maybe it was blown by the wind."

Song Tingying hesitated.

"There's a circus performance ahead!" Su Lin suddenly screamed: "Go, go, go."

"Boy, squeeze in, I want to be in the first row!"

In front of Song Tingying's small face, Zhao Guangli looked at the girl.

"Let's go, there's a circus performance ahead."

"Do you want... money?"

Song Tingying said worriedly that from just now, she had understood the function of this so-called general equivalent.

"Normally, it is necessary, but... the circus for the Ten Thousand Blooms Festival should have been specially invited by Ludu, so naturally it is not needed."

Zhao Guangli naturally held the girl's hand.

"Next..."

"Look at the clown and go to the magician."

Zhao Guangli smiled.

In such an environment, your mood will naturally improve.

"Joker! I know, I know! It's the red-nosed man!"

Song Tingying seemed to have remembered something and raised her hand actively.

"Hahaha, yes, yes."

Zhao Guangli was a little amused: "That's the man with the red nose."

"Want...want to see it!"

Song Tingying opened Bryn Blin's big eyes, looking full of expectation.

"If you want to see it, you have to see it."

"Let's go."