Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Any man other than himself who wants to be in contact with Leleco is absolutely not allowed, because his daughter, males other than Rousse himself, must not be exposed to blasphemy, only the father himself can be polluted, touched, profane, It is possible to molest the girl who is pure like a lamb, and get happiness from it.

Therefore, Rosse would never forgive, could not accept, and could not tolerate-the little **** from the field broke into his realm and touched Leleco, which belonged only to him. The little **** must pay a heavy price to apologize for the atonement.

The man curled up in the shadow of the yīn shadow and the flickering fire of the stove woven the guilt in his heart, and poured the sleeping powder that proved his effect and value countless times into the Roland bowl and stirred.

It's hard to let go of trivial things that are purely accidental, and to push all the mistakes to others is selfish and arrogant. At the same time, it is unreasonable to rationalize crimes and demand the innocence of others to take responsibility.

——The man named is completely rotten and mad, and there is only one empty beast left in the skin and sac of human body.

After seeing Rose's life so far, a person with a right mind can only make such a fair comment. Bystanders with bad tempers will describe Rose in more straightforward terms.

Scum, beasts, maggots.

Rosse himself would not think so, he is undoubtedly a genuine human being. There is nothing more representative of humanity than him, and no other creature is as good and passionate as betrayal and betrayal like human beings,

Although the little guy named Roland had aroused his murderous intention, Rosse hesitated and eventually did not hurt the child.

The reason is by no means a sudden resurrection of a long-lost conscience — such a stupid and crappy joke.

He personally sent many people to the border of hell, and he was numb to seeing or doing the killing. His conscience disappeared from him long ago. The reason for preventing Rose from hurting the child is simply because he hasn't got the part he deserves. .

A boy like this who is in good health, looks good, and sells to slave merchants should be able to exchange a lot of money. In addition to being paid, the boy who touched his forbidden man was pushed into the **** fire pit where life was better than death.

——Compared with killing directly, this can satisfy the twisted revenge.

With 30 silver coins in his arms, Rosette walked through the sparse woods with joy and joy. Walking quickly, you can hear the old mill with a rattling rattle. Almost under the joyful mood of flying up and shouting catharsis, the abnormal signs that should have caused Rosse's attention and jǐng's vigilance were negligently ignored.

He was hopeless, staying away from the danger and saving his life, the last chance to be rescued slipped through the fingers of the unconscious man. In the gap between trees more than 300 meters in front of the right side of the thrilling man, a couple of well-breded thoroughbred horses chewed the tender green grass on their own, and looked down upon the ecstatic humans.

This is a very obvious vision. There are very few affluent travelers on this trail who can afford a thoroughbred fast horse. The nobles and nobles of the identity will never take a walk in such a remote place.

Because the mood was too high, Rosse completely ignored this scenery and doubts.

Hurrying up the wooden stairs, after a series of crunching sounds of sinking and deformed wooden planks, Rosse stood at the door of the house to let the quick breathing relax and relax, and used a low voice to sound the announcement of often going home in the beat of the door knocking.

"I am back."

——Every day after such an exquisite answer. There will be a hurry of cheerful steps behind the door, and then the wooden door with the bolt removed will slowly open in the awkward friction, the threshold is on the other side of the boundary, and Leleco's smiling face is welcoming him home.

Click!

In the scream that was about to disintegrate almost instantly, the wooden door opened its mouth. Two young men who had never seen before grabbed Rose, who was still smiling. The homeowner was thrown into the room without reaction. The closing of the door filled with fire and anger exploded, and the inside of the mill was often isolated from the outside world.

"It's really hard to rush back, Mr. Vitaning."

The staggered body held up the chair that almost couldn't bear to disintegrate on the spot, the footsteps had just stabilized, and I hadn't figured out what was going on from the shock. Before Rose burst out with a spark of anger, a polite young greeting fell from his head.

"You... who are you?! What do you want to do in my house?!!! You..."

The burst of anger was erupted at the young man who was obviously the leader of the uninvited guest group. He raised his red face and wanted to swear. The scene in front of him made Rosé stunned. Whimpering.

The lazy sitting position with the hands overlapping on your knees with your feet crossed, your right foot raised, and the lazy sitting position with your fingers crossed on your knees can be described as rude, but if the owner of the young voice in front of you presents this rude and arrogant posture It makes people feel inexplicably matched, further generating the illusion that this young man is the owner of the mill.

The black hair that has never been seen and the novelty outerwear with the same long hem blend into one. It has a strong overall feeling and elegant and noble temperament. The teenager who looks like a deep night is squinting and facing the eyes of the invisible pupil. The shabby mill owner, not too tall under the bridge of his nose, revealed aggressive majesty, and his slightly curved lips resembled a gloomy crescent moon high in the night sky.

He has never personally killed people, and witnessed many people being killed, dismembered, discarded, and buried. The early numbness of Rose, who is numb to the murderer and the murdered, may not be very daring, but it will never be shown to be superior by a strange face that has never been seen and heard, and a set of strange costumes with an unspeakable style. The soft-footed shrimp can easily be scared by the teenager. What will make this man who has witnessed a large number of deaths daring to become cold must be a deeper reason that exceeds his ability to bear too much.

On the second floor of the mill with poor lighting design, the sitting teenager shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a helpless gesture. A ceremonial smile that is incompatible with a poor and dilapidated mill releases invisible great pressure and mischievous laughter.

"Here is just a passer-by looking for a rebellious adopted child with his companions. For some reason, he has to harass your house and Mr. Rosemary Williamovich Vitaning. Oops... this is really embarrassing. "

The manners of answering questions are very thoughtful and meticulous, and the steady smile and the exotic beauty are impeccable. Only the piercing tone that permeated with chills highlighted the heterogeneous atmosphere, causing Rose to fall silent after listening to the answer. Breathless in the noise of his own flooded gear mechanism.

In all fairness, the appearance of a teenager is a bit different from ordinary people. It has nothing to do with ugly, vulgar, sweaty and smelly words. It belongs to the kind of beautiful beauty that makes women scream.

Rosse is very clear that it is the fierce after blood bathing, the fierce outlined by bloodthirsty-this is a series of complex processes such as mixing, blending, stirring, jīng refining, etc. The deadly bright and beautiful that only the poisonous flowers that dare to touch have.

"In addition to apologizing for the mischievous adopted son Roland Dalke for causing trouble in your province, personally, I would also like to praise Mr. Vitaning by the way."

Behind the tones of the home-style content of the gossip gossip, the dazzling crescent reveals white and neat teeth, and the crevices like fangs completely smash the heart and the illusion of the cold entity.

"Honestly, I'm very serious about it now. It would be great to share the same feelings."

Without emotions such as indignation, sadness, abhorrence, scorn, contempt, etc., the pure sneer of deriving a conclusion after observing something is purely applauded for the impact of the information. Rosse’s crashing thought was covered by the desperate wave of cháo, his muddled body wanted to escape by the teenager who knew all his secrets, and the reckless backwards towards the gate.

The unsteady heel hit the corner of the raised floor. The strange owner of the iron-faced face was too late to adjust the center of gravity, and gave a high-pitched scream, a **** fell on the old floor, and the dust accumulated for a long time flew up.

The declaration in the woods with hatred and pleasure should only be heard by yourself and the little devil who has been sold~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The forest on both sides of the road was carefully surveyed before and after the entire process, except for There is no one other than the thieves who met with him lately. Is this dark-haired kid a magician? What kind of magic did he use to know all this?

"Of course I know below, do you want to say more? For example, the 30 silver coins in your arms? It's really a good price."

It is indeed a good price. In a religion in the hometown of teenagers, a saint who was worshipped and worshipped was also sold by his disciples at this price, and then crucified. In this sense, no matter where it is, Regardless of race, there are always surprising similarities between betrayers.

Seeing through all the disguise and panic, the sight peeled off the scalp, pierced through the skull, and penetrated deeply into Rose’s brain to stir. The words used to intimidate and blame were like an avalanche in front of all the huge fears of exposure and mastery. Crush to crush. Faithful and instinct man's mouth screamed like a woman only when she was raped. She crawled to the side door with her hands and feet. The man who had lost his soul bumped on an object like a pillar. The soft and airy touch makes it no sense of order. Rosse looked back in anti-shè style, wanting to see what was hit.

With a quick glance, the only remaining point of Rose's jīng **** support collapsed in an instant. . . )