The Emperor’s Angel of Death

For Rozim, the chase seemed to be almost life-threatening, and for the two haemorrhoids, it seemed to be just an interesting game, and the monsters they raised were always hanging around the two of them. pace of.

"Guest, I suggest you finish your meal before leaving~"

"I'll eat (Aminoas)! Later, I'll just use my pistol to go crazy and smash your bad smell to you!"

While scolding, the two ran up a **** and climbed to a higher roof.

Rozim ran desperately along the roof, with Evans following him, after which the two jumped from a humble roof that was nearly collapsing, jumping expertly from roof to roof, but Haemonic had no luck. Doubt faster.

They were not in a hurry to catch up with them, just fluttering lightly in the air like butterflies, turning slightly to the side as the two ran to the other side.

With an ape-like jump, Rozim and Evans landed on the roof again.

But this time Rozim paid for his weight, the roof collapsed and both fell, onto metal pillars and torn plasterboard.

"oops!"

Before the two had time to get up, the two Haemonics fluttered down from the broken roof, their mocking gazes were wicked, and the roars of the surrounding monsters became more and more high-pitched.

"Oops, it looks like our guest is tired and needs some energy."

I saw a haemophile still holding a plate full of unknown sticky substances in his hand'

"Old, boss, why don't we eat..."

"Uh......"

Just as the two of them hung their stomachs for a moment, a dim green light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

"Um!?"

A haemophile noticed something and moved at the first time, but it was still too late.

"This--"

The next moment, his body was directly disconnected from his waist, and the cut surface was so smooth that he didn't even spurt blood for the first time.

As for the haemophile who was holding the plate, his body "cracked" in a cross shape, and fell down into four pieces, and the plate in his hand fell along with it, and the splashed sticky substance almost spilled on the faces of the two of them.

In the darkness, Ratashin, wearing sunglasses, threw the black long knife in his hand gently without saying a word, and a few drops of blood hit the wall to open several blood flowers, and then slowly put it into the scabbard, and Finally a click sounded.

"Wow! It's still a reliable little brother!"

Evans saw Ratashin appear, and tears were about to fall.

And Lao Luo walked in front of the haemophile who hadn't died, squatted down and slapped the other person directly, staring at him and said:

"Ah, I like to feed people, right? It's like a dog! Just for this..."

While scolding, Rozim took off his shoes, then took off his socks and put them on his hands.

"Really, just for you, for your behavior, I took this sock with my athlete's foot, put it on my hand, put my hands together, I'm as fast as a rocket, I'll punish you directly! Just like a rocket The same is inserted into your stinky mouth!"

As he said that, he really put his hands together and put his socked hand into the Haemophile's mouth.

"Woooooooo-"

"In the future, reincarnate TM with more eyesight, do you understand!"

After more than ten seconds, Rozim withdrew his hand and threw the socks in the opponent's face.

The Haemophile gasped, but did not look at Rozim, just stared at Ratashin, and then suddenly laughed.

"You...not an ape, funny, funny."

After speaking, he stopped moving.

Ratashin glanced at the other party, then looked at Rozim.

"We need to leave this area immediately."

"What are you afraid of, isn't he dead?"

Ratassin shook his head.

"It's very hard for the haemophiles to actually die, unless we destroy their lair, they will soon be resurrected with new bodies."

With that said, he walked to the side of the dead haemophile, flipped over the corpse, and finally found a black silk thread winding pattern on the back.

"He's also a member of the Black Descent."

"What is the Black Descent?"

"A part of the Haemophile Society, the haemophiles of this society like to set traps, and then sit and watch the end of the victims... At the same time, the haemophiles of this society are also the most vengeful, and any offense to their lives They will all suffer their punishment from the dark, and even unintentional offense will bring retribution... I heard that there was once a conspiracy messenger who subconsciously wrinkled his nose in the stench of their secret cell, and was inhaled by the transforming gas , and later the hapless one found himself with a nose like Ugul and his eyes closed, making him better appreciate the stench of the den's aroma."

Saying that, Ratasin gave a rare sneer.

"But in the end, it's just a school created by the apprentices abandoned by Urian Lacarte."

Rozim scratched his head.

"You seem to know a lot about these perverts?"

"Just know a little bit. Well, hurry up and call others. Let's go to Wushu City. There is a site managed by Victor, and the Haemophile Association is not good at finding people with great fanfare."

Soon, the three of them left the place in a hurry, and returned to the hotel to call Kren and the other three Tau people, and boarded the train to Wushu City for the first time.

Not long after they left, a group of special "guests" visited the hotel and turned the entire hotel upside down. After confirming that there was no one they were looking for, the enraged Haemonics directly sent the hotel owner, the waiter and the hostess. All the guests were paralyzed and brought back to the fallen lair for the most terrifying torture~www.wuxiaspot.com~ And this is just the first step, no one can be safe after offending the Black Descent!

After all, on the first day of the opening of the new store, their vice-chairman was severely beaten by an ape with a smelly sock!

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Osama Parton, the garrison commander of the Nineteenth Block of Wushu City, collapsed on the chair and was so tired that he could barely stand up. Then he threw the helmet on the table beside him, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and pressed hard until Only darkness and pain remain.

The whole city has not been peaceful recently. Due to the martial law order from the overlord Victor, their tasks have become much heavier...

For the first time as far as he can remember, this was the first time he had worked more than thirty Comoros in a row, but as a half-born son, he had no choice to maintain his current status.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

Then he dreamed.

A voice began to call to him—

"Um?"

Usama Parton woke up suddenly, jumped from his chair, his eyes were wide open, and his breathing was labored.

The back of his throat had tasted a sour taste as he struggled to suppress the urge to throw up, and sometimes he wasn't sure if drinking too much or too little was causing the weakness.

He stood up tremblingly and stood firm against the wall, his fingers digging at the peeling plaster.

Gradually, he realized that this situation was not accidental.

Someone was indeed calling him. Usama Parton used a wet towel to wake himself up, and then walked around his mansion again. After confirming that there were no monitors, he returned to the house and removed a floor tile.

No one knows that Osama Parton has another identity besides the identity of the Black Heart Conspiracy.

And this identity stems from a plunder when he was the lowest level cannon fodder of the conspiracy.