What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

Time goes back to the past, in a room on the sixth floor of a high-end hotel facing the sea outside the city of Moya, on the seaside.

A handsome young man was sitting on the sofa in front of the French window.

The bright light of the silver moon outside the window sprinkled on the side of the man's face through the window.

This handsome face has a kind of enchanting beauty at this moment.

The man was holding a glass of red wine that looked like blood, and was sipping it leisurely.

Suddenly, his brows frowned and his body sat up straight.

"What's going on?" The man whispered to himself.

Just now, one of his puppets suddenly lost contact.

It seemed that the puppet took the initiative to cut off the connection, which puzzled him.

Wasn't the puppet stealing the fate of the young man with a somewhat interesting fate? Why did he suddenly cut off the connection?

What happened that made the puppet aware of the danger, so he took the initiative to cut off the connection to prevent the danger from affecting his original body?

The man got up from the sofa and walked to the French window, looking at the abandoned sea pig processing plant with his eyes flickering.

He was hesitating whether to leave Moya City and continue to flee to other places.

This place suddenly made him feel a little dangerous.

His puppet lost contact before he could even send out a message.

This really made him a little uneasy.

But if he left here, where should he go next?

First of all, he could rule out those chaotic areas, because in those places, the high-sequence strongman who was looking for clues about him might personally catch him.

Then he could only stay in the area ruled by the church, but he might change places.

Compared with the unknown danger tonight, he was obviously more afraid of the known danger from the high-sequence strongman.

Mitol frowned and paced for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something.

If he remembered correctly, the warlocks of the Ocean Church seemed to disguise themselves as pirates in order to get into the pirate circle and find out clues about the pirates.

This gave him room to operate. He seemed to be able to join these pirate groups disguised as pirates by warlocks of the Ocean Church.

In this way, he had a church identity on the surface.

In addition, the review of this type of pirate group is generally not very strict, and there is basically no belief requirement.

After all, if they want to pretend to be pirates, they must recruit some real pirates, and the requirements in this regard will naturally not be too strict.

As long as he does not reveal that he is a warlock of the actor path, he should not do anything to him.

Coincidentally, the ability of their path is that the main body can also use the ability of puppets.

And he just happened to have a puppet who was once a clergyman of the Ocean Church, which is a professional counterpart.

Now, whether it is the high-sequence strongman or the source of the unknown danger tonight, they should not have thought that he would run to a pirate group formed by people from the Ocean Church, right?

Do it as soon as you think of it, Mitol drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and then walked out of the room.

The waiter who was waiting for orders in the corridor saw him coming out, immediately bowed and saluted, and asked with a smile, is there anything I can help with?

Mitol reached out and pinched the waitress's chin, lifted her up and looked straight at him.

Looking at such a handsome face in front of her, the waitress's face turned slightly red, her voice trembled and was a little embarrassed:

"First... sir, what are you doing?"

Mitol lowered his head and gently kissed the waitress's lips, then asked very gentlemanly with an elegant smile that could not be faulted:

"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I have the honor to ask you to guide me to check out?"

Feeling the touch between the lips, the waitress's brain went blank for a while, and the whole person was a little dizzy.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to?" Mitol showed just the right disappointment.

The waitress came back to her senses and stammered:

"Okay... okay... please... please follow me."

As she said that, she lowered her head and walked quickly to the front to lead the way.

With the help of the lights in the corridor, Mitol could clearly see the waitress's red ears.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his face.

Ten minutes later, Mitol politely waved goodbye to the waitress and boarded the luxurious carriage at the door of the hotel with elegant steps.

As the outline of the carriage completely disappeared into the depths of the night, the waitress at the door of the hotel could not help but gently pat her red cheeks with her hands.

The touch of that moment just now seemed to still echo between her lips, making her little heart beat wildly.

Once the surging emotions in her heart passed, she quickly realized that there was no possibility for her and the gentleman.

So, the waitress walked back to the hotel with a slightly lost mood.

The female receptionist at the front desk of the hotel noticed the emotions on the waitress's face, so she asked the waitress with concern if she was feeling unwell.

As a result, the waitress just wanted to speak, a pain came from her body, and then she lost consciousness.

But from the perspective of the female receptionist, it was just after she asked that question that the waitress in front of her suddenly exploded.

The sky was full of blood and flesh, and the entire front desk of the hotel was dyed blood red.

There was a small chaos in the hotel at once. When the security personnel from various parts of the hotel heard the noise, they immediately rushed over to stabilize the order and arranged for several people to go and call the police.

On the distance in the distance, Mito looked at the silver moon outside the car, the corner of his mouth evoked, and smiled at himself.

"This is an interesting prank, isn't it?"

Nympho

Back to the seaside, because of the long silence, Wei Wei'an was a little uncomfortable at this moment.

If it is a fighting posture, she won't feel anything uncomfortable, but the problem is that she is under normal circumstances now.

It is really uncomfortable by a man who has been holding like this, not talking.

Therefore, she took the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence:

"I killed 1 sequence 5, 7 levels 6 and 10 sequences 7."

Erlos nodded and said softly:

"The Battle of Lornes who stayed at the scene will help us collect it. When you send it, you will pick it up first."

Weiwei opened her mouth, and she really didn't want to emphasize how many torrential products had this time.

She really just wanted to find a topic to break the silence.

There was a silence next.

Severely, who couldn't bear it again, racked his brain and asked:

"What are you used to treat my injuries before?"

"I am the bloodline of the elves, that is the vitality I carried by myself."

Now that he has expressed his real name with Wei Wei'an, there is no need to conceal it.

His elf blood is not a secret, and he will know when you go back and check it.

It is not necessary to conceal it, so that it seems that it is frank.

"Are you the legendary elf blood?" Wei Wei'an was a little surprised and his attention was successful.

The communication of this world is not well developed. Regarding his elf blood, he should just circulate around Titles.

Some people may also know, but it is estimated that there are very few.

Wei Wei'an, who does not pay much attention to such news, does not know that it is normal.

This incident is not like building a foundation, and there is a gimmick to donate one million pounds.

Eros gently whispered, as if remembered that he continued to inject vitality into Vivian's body to treat her physical injury.

He really forgot, not to take a while.