The Sims Evolved from Goblins

Liu Ruyu didn't bother to hide it.

He was just a servant.

It was fine to kill him openly.

"Leave this to me!"

Just after passing a corner.

A graceful figure appeared in the corridor on the other side.

Su Rou was leaning against the wall and looking at Liu Ruyu.

"If you do it yourself, Zheng'er will definitely think of something. If that family just died at the hands of robbers, it has nothing to do with you. I will deal with the old man's body and make sure that no one will care about his death."

Liu Ruyu looked at Su Rou deeply.

"Why do you want to help me?"

Su Rou smiled.

"No reason, because Zheng'er loves you!"

Liu Ruyu was speechless.

Liu Ruyu didn't agree or object.

Continue to walk forward and left Su Rou's sight.

Su Rou showed an arc at the corner of her mouth.

The news was released by the old man.

But she guided the old man to release it.

For no other reason, just to let Liu Ruyu know about the old man's hidden danger.

As for the old man's granddaughter.

She died in an accident after leaving the Holy City.

In this way, no one knew that Liu Ruyu had entered Yan Hao's room that night.

And now she was the only one who knew about this.

This was the most perfect ending.

Su Rou smiled faintly.

Turned around and twisted her plump waist and hips and left.

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Morning.

Bingling Temple.

Next to the fountain in the back garden.

A small figure sat by the fountain.

Two legs swayed.

In his hand, he was eating a small dried fish.

Suddenly, Li Meng looked up in a certain direction.

"I can't just watch her being heartless and desireless, right?"

Li Meng stood up.

The next moment, the small body soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the edge of the sky.

On the other side, the Assassin's Hall.

The Temple of Death.

The huge space was empty.

Except for the smooth obsidian ground.

There was only a huge statue of the goddess.

The goddess statue was more than a hundred meters tall.

Holding a huge sickle.

That was the statue of the goddess of death.

At the feet of the goddess of death, several black-robed figures stood.

The head of the assassin's hall was among them.

The hall master, the deputy hall master, the old hall master, and Yao Ning.

A short black-robed man took off his hood.

An old face was revealed.

The old man looked at Yao Ning with an apologetic look.

"It was just a little short, just a little short. The 45th generation saint could have killed the demon god, but because the death trial was imperfect and a man affected her state of mind, the assassination failed. The saint of death is the only hope of mankind. Grandpa, I must complete it, granddaughter, do you understand?"

Yao Ning looked up at the statue of the goddess of death.

Her expression was still cold.

There was no emotional fluctuation.

She was still used to the expectant eyes of everyone when they looked at her.

"Grandpa, is this the last time?"

Yao Ning looked down at Grandpa Yingren.

Yingren nodded.

"Yes, this is the last time. After that, it depends on your luck!"

"Old man, you even lied to your granddaughter!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice was not loud, but it swept across the entire Death Temple.

The Shadow Blade, Shadow Head, and Deputy Hall Master all looked up.

A small figure appeared on the shoulder of the statue of the goddess of death.

Li Meng, who was eating dried fish, waved to Yao Ning, who looked confused.

"Little Master!"

Yao Ning called out.

Little Master?

Ruoshui's little brother?

Yin Ren frowned slightly.

The other two also put their hands on the daggers at their waists.

Li Meng glanced at the two.

"For Yao Ning's sake, I'll spare you this time. If you release murderous intent to me again, I'll kill you!"

Although Li Meng's tone was very light and casual.

People couldn't feel the sense of oppression in his words.

But the Shadow Head and the Deputy Hall Master still became nervous.

Shadow Blade waved his hand to tell the two not to act rashly.

"I wonder what you have to say to the Assassin's Hall?"

Li Meng stood up.

"I don't have time to teach you!"

Li Meng waved his little hand and slapped the head of the statue of the goddess of death.

There was a "click".

Dense cracks appeared on the head of the statue of the goddess of death.

The cracks were still spreading all over the body.

"Crack!"

At that moment, the huge statue of the goddess of death shattered.

It turned into countless rubble and fell to the ground.

This scene made the people below dumbfounded.

"You... what did you do?"

Shadow Blade roared.

Li Meng's small body slowly fell from the sky.

"What's the matter, do you still want to hit me?"

Li Meng glared at Shadow Blade with red eyes.

Another black-robed figure flashed.

He drew out the dagger from his waist and rushed towards Li Meng.

Yao Ning stood in front of the junior master.

Coldly looking at the deputy hall master who rushed over.

"Back off!"

The shadow leader stopped the deputy hall master's reckless behavior.

The deputy hall master paused.

His body disappeared out of thin air.

Li Meng glanced at him.

He waved his little hand and pressed it down.

I saw a golden glow shining in the sky.

A large golden handprint appeared out of thin air.

He pressed down on the ground with one palm.

A cloud of black mist emerged from the void on the ground.

Another dark figure was formed.

A large handprint descended from the sky and pressed down on him.

Dark magic power burst out from the deputy hall master.

A huge phantom of the god of death appeared.

He swung the scythe of the god of death and chopped at the large handprint.

"Boom!"

The impact of the two-color magic power set off a wave of air.

The phantom of the god of death was instantly dispersed by the large handprint.

The large handprint continued to slap the deputy hall master with a palm.

There was a loud "boom".

The place where the large handprint landed was full of air waves.

The deputy hall master was pressed to the ground.

The ground beneath him was cracked.

Yao Ning reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the junior master's uncle.

"Junior master, spare his life!"

Li Meng, who was floating in front of Yao Ning, grinned.

"Okay, humph, I'm a magnanimous man, I won't argue with him."

As he said that, Li Meng stretched out his right hand.

He spread out his palm.

"Do you want it?"

A ball of black flame floated above Li Meng's palm.

"Little Master, this is..."

"Do you feel familiar?"

Yao Ning nodded.

"The Godhead of the Goddess of Death is just incomplete."

The Godhead of the Goddess of Death?

Li Meng's words made Shadow Blade and Shadow Head look horrified.

They never knew that the Godhead of the Goddess of Death was hidden in the statue.

They only knew that the Trial of Death required the Eternal Guardian Ring to open.

Li Meng grinned.

He waved his little hand and slapped Yao Ning's forehead.

A cold magic full of death suddenly burst out from Yao Ning.

A circle of black rays of light instantly enveloped the Temple of Death.

The entire space was dyed dark gray.

"Pop!"

Li Meng stretched out his hand and flicked Yao Ning's forehead.

The dark grey glow seemed to be withdrawn in an instant.

It shrank into Yao Ning's forehead.

A small sickle mark also appeared on Yao Ning's forehead.

"Slowly merge with it!"

Li Meng stretched out his hands and kneaded Yao Ning's face.