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The next second, the top of the corridor instantly collapsed!

A terrifying figure pressed down along the broken bricks, and an indescribable air flow pressed down along some substance like a sledgehammer.

Ceylon Impes elegantly arranged his tie, and in front of him, a man in black lifted it with his withered right hand, George.

The left hand on the other side was gently holding a girl's dress.

"Mr. Ceylon, we have found it."

This man in black has a thin face, with a sinister and strange temperament on his face. He is wearing tight pants, and he looks a little malnourished, with almost no meat on his body.

"Master George..."

"And a beautiful little mouse hiding under the bed."

What……

What's going on.

"Who is this beautiful girl, Sigal?"

Ceylon Impes's elegant manner was exactly the same as William's, but his eyes had a vaguely strange color, as if he was thinking deeply.

The man named Sigal had a strange smile on his face: "It seems that he is Master George's prey tonight."

"Tsk."

Ceylon Impes also put on a weird smile, but what was more obvious was the obvious disdain.

Gu Xintong grabbed Sigal's hand with her own hands and tried to forcefully break the man's hand away.

"hateful."

This was the first time that Zhao Guangli saw Gu Xintong lose his temper.

"By the way, you two, what are you here for?"

At this moment, Ceylan put his eyes back on Zhao Guangli's face. Looking at Zhao Guangli's signature red hair, Ceylan's fingers moved gently, as if he was thinking about something.

"I remembered, you are a child of the Jonas family."

Ceylon's smile has not diminished in any way and has always maintained that smile.

But this smile brought out an obvious dangerous atmosphere.

The two men in front of me seemed to be working together.

Ceylon and this Sigal.

If Sigal was able to control Gu Xintong, he must be at the extraordinary level and unable to resist?

wrong.

Next to Zhao Guangli was this man in a black cloak.

The younger brother of the wild dog brothers seemed to feel danger at this moment, and he slowly raised the black dagger in his hand above his head.

"Mr. Ceylon...what do you mean?"

Zhao Guangli's expression was a little ugly at the moment, and his voice was trembling when he faced Ceylon.

"What's the meaning?"

While adjusting his cuffs, Ceylon replied calmly: "Of course, as you can see, Mr. Sigal was invited by me."

"Everyone here has been killed now."

The expression on Ceylon's face became more and more morbid: "William must have never imagined that I am his best brother."

"whee."

"He must have never imagined that his loyal and hard-working brother would betray him at such a critical moment."

Ceylon was talking to himself, his body trembling weakly.

"Mr. William..." Zhao Guangli was immediately interrupted by Ceylan before he could finish his words.

He stared at Zhao Guangli fiercely: "Don't mention that idiot's name to me."

"I tried my best to help that idiot and wipe the butt of his pervert son."

"In the end there was nothing."

"Why!"

Ceylon's face was a little distorted, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot: "He wants to gather the strength of the entire family to advance his precious son to a professional."

"whee."

Ceylon grinned, his face almost distorted, and veins protruding along his neck, looking extremely ferocious.

"How is it possible for him to succeed?"

Sigalson's cold eyes fell on the man in black cloak next to Zhao Guangli, with some strange mockery in his eyes.

"A fool who thinks he is excellent only has his fool's son in his heart."

Ceylon's voice sounded like he was about to crush his own teeth. He forcibly calmed down his mood, took a deep breath, and looked calmly at Zhao Guangli.

"never mind."

"Sigal, kill them both."

"Until the winner is decided at the reception, this is our place. You can..."

"Look slowly."

Sigal grinned, showing his yellow teeth. His body looked extremely thin, but he showed a strange aura.

The smell was a bit thick, making Zhao Guangli feel very uncomfortable.

Poof!

In an instant, Gu Xintong, who had been held by Sigal, suddenly burst into flames. There was a vague reflection of metal in her hands, and the expression on her face was no longer as panicked as before.

The flashing blade sliced ​​through the air, following the airflow and cutting a huge bloody mark on Sigal's wrist.

Blood flowed in mid-air, and Gu Xintong escaped instantly!

"Bitch!" Sigal's eyes changed instantly, and his expression became fierce. He had no idea that this ordinary-looking girl would actually carry a blade with her.

And she was still wearing an evening gown.

At this moment, Gu Xintong lifted the hem of her skirt and dropped it lightly to the ground. Her expression was cold and indifferent, as if everything was a matter of course.

"The quasi-knight's body is not very armed yet, and without the defense of fighting spirit, even an ordinary person can hurt you."

Her voice sounded coldly and fell in Sigal's ears, almost as if she was mocking.

"Kill them, idiot!"

Ceylon shouted coldly.

"Walk!"

Gu Xintong rushed straight towards Zhao Guangli at this moment, her white dress floating slightly.

A ray of cold light passed through the corridor and struck Gu Xintong's white back.

"Little bitch, you're dead."

Sigal's face was twisted, and he threw George in his hand to Ceylon. His leather shoes stepped slightly on the sticky ground and suddenly stood up.

Two short blades appeared at both ends of Sigal's cuffs, and cold light flowed along with the smell of blood.

Click!

The black dagger and short blade overlapped.

"Isn't this the wild dog brother of the Hyena Gang?" Sigal looked at the man close at hand, with a ferocious smile on his face: "Why are you the only one today?"

"Where's the other person?"

Clang!

Sigal's short blade struck at the man in black's head from above, and Po Feng's voice carried a terrifying aura.

"Sigal, I didn't come to you just to listen to your nonsense."

Ceylon squatted down, holding the unconscious George's head with his hands, a dark cold light glowing in his eyes.

"Get rid of this guy and deal with the two little guys just now."

"We must not let those two guys escape."

Ceylon's hands tightly grasped George's golden hair, with a slight chill on his face.

"They... smell like my mucus."

Sigal grinned and quickly unsheathed the short blade.

At the same time, a black tattoo-like emblem on his thin arm was slowly becoming hot.