So I Am A Demon Descendent!

John Andias stood at the window of the office, overlooking the brightly lit prison.

He was holding a glass of whiskey water cut in his hand, and he was old enough that ordinary Europeans and Americans had to walk on crutches, holding a fat belly with thick fat.

John Andreas is a burly old man himself. The muscles may not be as full and vibrant as young people, but the power contained is beyond the reach of young blood.

Even in the night when he was about to fall asleep, John was still wearing light armor, and guarding ordinary blood prisoners naturally didn't need to be so cautious, but here was purgatory, where the wicked prisoners were held. Whoever is put in the dungeon is either a Holy See or a notorious and powerful bloodline.

The Holy See is the "police" of Europe, responsible for maintaining peace in the European blood community, and the major European families have unanimously recognized the status of the Holy See.

Do not recognize it. Although the Holy See has withdrawn from the stage of history and European political circles, it is still the hegemon in the blood community. One emperor and two knights, looking around the world, can't find a second force with such profound heritage forever, and there are eighteen top s-classes.

John Andreas is 70 years old this year, and it's time for him to retire. But in the blood community, although he is also an old man, he is far from bedridden.

Bloodlines rarely lie in bed waiting to die. Many old people lived alive the day before, and suddenly knew their fate the next night and died peacefully.

Andias was born of a disciplined knight. When he was young, he made a mistake and was rushed to purgatory to become a small jailer. After decades of tossing and fighting, he finally took the throne of the warden and became the leader of purgatory.

Andreas was a devout believer in the Lord, and devoted his life to the Holy See, and his two sons also died for the Holy See. He now has a grandson, and John Andreas paid great attention to this grandson, using his power to arrange a post in purgatory. Tie the grandson firmly to his side.

.......

In the lounge dedicated to the Minister of Security, the young Kool Andreas was lying on a blonde girl and sweating to train her waist.

Youth is sweating.

The woman's screams became the only tone in the lounge.

The life of the prison guards is very boring. The huge prison traps the prison guards and prisoners here. You can't drink alcohol during work, so only women can be relieved.

Fortunately, the last thing in Satan's city is the call girl.

Küller's vision was to become a disciplined knight, and to contribute to the Holy See's discipline, just like when Grandpa was young. But clutter is not allowed.

The knight couldn't do it, and the clergyman didn't want to be, he could only be a prison guard here, relying on the call girl to maintain a decent life.

Friction is a sacred word. Because of friction, humans control the flames. Because of friction, humans have mastered creation.

Kuller was madly outputting to the girl below him at a speed of one second a knife. In the woman's scream, he left a line of ellipsis.

Cooler put on his clothes, lit a cigar, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank at the table.

The woman was lying on a single bed, her **** were violently undulating, and she had not recovered from the fierce friction just now. After a few minutes, she recovered, putting on shorts and stockings, and putting on her coat.

"You're awesome!" The woman came over, holding Kuler's face and kissing.

For the call girl, Ruta Prison is a good place. The prison guards are all very good real men, and they have unique talents and can be embarrassed.

In addition, the prison guards have very generous shots. They are happy to serve, and the rewards are enough for women to rest for more than half a month.

"Oh!"

A knock came.

Kuler patted the woman's ass: "The rest time is over, I'll call you another day."

Take out a large stack of banknotes from the desk drawer and tuck it into the woman's big breast.

The woman twisted her hips, opened the door, and met the young prison guard at the door. She threw a wink at each other and passed by.

"What's the matter." Kuller looked at the young prison guard, wearing ordinary uniforms, and was familiar with his appearance. He wanted to be a small prison guard outside.

"The monitoring room said there was a problem with the monitoring screen on your side. Let me come over and look at it," said the young prison guard.

"It's okay, we'll recover right away." Kuler nodded.

Knowing that the other party just asked as usual, he called the call girl during work, and of course the monitoring in the lounge had to be turned off. Is it possible for the guys in the monitoring room to appreciate the 108 postures of a pile driver?

"Is there anything else?"

The young guard did not leave, but stared straight at him.

"It's okay," he said.

"Well, what are you doing here?" Cooler frowned.

"I don't know, there is a voice in my head that won't let me go." The young prison guard said, closing the lounge door.

Click!

As the door closed, a translucent illusory figure stepped out of the young prison guard.

The golden blond hair was scattered around the waist, and the skin was fair as milk, and the blue eyes of the sea were deep and charming because of the deep eyes of western women.

Behind him, a pair of black wings unfolded.

"Fallen Angel Pause!"

Kulling's terrified Tintin trembled and his face changed dramatically.

The blood knight betrayal has become the hottest topic in the Holy See recently. What should have been the most loyal knight to the Holy See, and the leader of the Lord's defensive forces in the world, even betrayed the Holy See, which was a huge blow to the members of the Holy See.

The reason he betrayed the Holy See was to collude with cults and refine fallen angels.

The fallen angel was the head of the Templar Knights, Pas.

This face, this image, is easy to recognize.

Kuller was too late to resist, and Perce flicked his wings. The powerful mental shock caused his brain to fall into a blank, and he briefly lost consciousness.

...

"Oh!"

After all, John Andreas was old in the warden's office. After scheduling the night work, he planned to fall asleep.

As an old man with only one grandson, he really has no home to go to, and stays in purgatory all day long. This two hundred square meter office is his home. Two thirds of the area is an office and one third is a living area.

At this time, a knock came.

"Come in."

John Andreas said.

The door opened, and it was grandson Culli Andreas.

"Culler, is there anything wrong?" John was a little surprised. At this point, the grandson would not come to him.

Either play with women in their own lounge, or hang around in the city of Satan after work.

His grandson was ideal when he was a kid, and his goal is to become an excellent disciplined knight. But John did not agree that the Cavaliers are the most dangerous job and can die at any time, and Kuller's talent is actually very ordinary, that is, the kind of major conflict that is bound to be the master of cannon fodder.

So he tied him up. Within a few years, his grandson had fallen into a drinking and playing woman, relying on him to protect and pass the second generation.

It's actually pretty good.

Cooler didn't speak, just looked at Grandpa.

The ancestors and grandchildren looked at each other for a moment, and the silent center grasped it.

"John, keep quiet, don't alarm the guards outside, and don't touch the alarm, otherwise your grandson will die." Pess floated from behind Kuler half-length, looking at the old man with a smile: "Long time see . "

"It's been a long time, Commander Perth." John Andreas calmed his eyes. "I didn't expect you to remember me."

"You've been so old. For more than thirty years, everything outside has changed." Perce said.

"You're coming to purgatory, obviously not to tell me the old man," said John Andreas.

"There is something that needs your help."

"As long as you don't hurt my grandson, don't violate the principle." John said, looking away from his grandson and falling on Perth: "You want me to have someone."

Perth frowned, "You know what?"

"Green Adolf." John Andreas raised her eyebrows again, looking bad, and explained quickly: "I was a young knight of the Discipline Corps, and was greatly appreciated by the head of Quinn ..."

Pace sneered, "I've been apprehended to be here to serve as a prison guard for fifty years."

"The head of Quinn Adams arranged a task for me. He asked me to look at Green Adolph and ensure that he would not die in purgatory due to various accidents. It was because of the help of the old head that I To be where we are now. "

"What else did he tell you?"

"No."

Pace stared at John Adams' face and sensed his mental fluctuations. When people lie, there will be mental fluctuations. According to psychology, you can lie to others, but you cannot lie to yourself. You know you are lying. This kind of psychology will give a certain degree of feedback to mental fluctuations.

John didn't lie unless he was a strong master.

It seems that Quinn Adams has long known that the Pope may have a problem, and secretly has a lot of back-hands, not necessarily to turn his face with the Pope, but a proactive response.

Pace secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the Holy See is such a place, talented people, have their own ideas and concepts, but they have eased a lot of trouble.

For security reasons, she did not return Kuller to John, "I need to take my teacher away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You are the warden and have this authority and ability. I know it may cause you some trouble, but you no choice."

The other party promised Quinn to take good care of the teacher, but he might not be willing to let go. Because if the teacher escapes, he has to bear responsibility.

"I can ask, what do you want to do," John tempted.

"Want to figure out the truth," Perth said.

...

Late at night, at half past eleven.

The gates of Ruta Prison opened, and the **** van left the prison and disappeared in the rainy night.

The high beam was turned on, and two dense rain curtains were illuminated. The raindrops hit the roof, and the crackling sound echoed in the compartment.

The ancestors of John sat quietly in the carriage. The dim lights inside the car shone on the long-awaited masters and apprentices. Perth condensed into an entity, holding a knife in his hand, and helped Lao Green trim his beard and hair.

She cried a little just now, because she had lost her body and could not shed tears, so she only cried.

The Knights Templar was connected with three generations of commanders, and it was a long life. Old Green was imprisoned in purgatory for fifty years. When Perth was fierce and majestic, he was conspired and was suppressed in the extremely overcast place for thirty years.

The current head Donald Hilbert is also a traitor to the Holy See.

"Your host is that blood knight?"

Old Green shaved his beard and cut his hair into a thin, handsome old man. He was imprisoned for fifty years, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his eyes were cloudy. But the body is not a big problem.

For the students of the student, he had never seen him, so he used the name of "that blood knight" to refer to Don.

Perce nodded.

"Teacher, what should we do now, what happened that year, and why did you attack the Pope," Perce asked.

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