In the gambling room, the light of amber lamps illuminated the entire hall.

Aiberg looked at the people on the other side who were arriving one after another, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Sherlock is one of the thirteen kibbutzims, if only the youngest.

There's nothing wrong with finding these thugs, but there aren't many of them on the grade.

His fingers slid slightly, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it might have been just loosening his fingers. But many magicians regretted walking in when they saw this scene.

Seventh-level wind attribute magic, flowing river knife wind.

If Eberg wanted to, he could cut most of the people here into sticks in an instant. Not the so-called human stick with the limbs amputated, but the white bone stick with only bones left.

So, as long as the strength is not enough. In fact, it doesn't make much difference how many people you call.

Aiberg's closed eyes, which sensed the wind attribute in the air, suddenly moved, and he looked at the sandbox on the table. A flash of light flashed, and the magic item was instantly recovered. Whether it's the buildings, the desert, or the plants on it, all of them have been reverted to the scroll of painting.

Sherlock let out a cry of pain, his soul damaged. Just like you did when you first went in.

Damage taken in the sandbox is transmitted to the body and brain when the soul returns to its own body.

Seeing Sherlock like this, the atmosphere of the people around him suddenly became unusual. However, Aiberg only stretched out his hand, and a dark blue wheal slowly condensed on it.

Always remind them of whose hands their own lives are in their hands now. 、

"Ahem, ahem. Qin Ming coughed a few times, as if he had choked on drinking water, "How can you admit defeat or not?"

Sherlock looked around and snorted coldly. Thinking about this trip to Shatu. Basically, it was fine, but overall, he found it a little strange.

Why could Qin Ming expect what he wanted to do? Say that Qin Ming thought about it, there is this possibility, but it seems to be too simple.

But this matter can only be thought about later, because there is something waiting for him in front of him.

"I throw in the towel. Sherlock agreed quite simply, looking at Qin Ming's slightly surprised expression, he showed an angry look, "Although we kibbutz people are money-hungry people, we are more obedient to black and white. So there will be no breach of contract. ”

Then he looked at Christine: "Let's talk about it, do you want two million gold coins, or this casino, or do you want me to send you out." ”

"So, you still don't want to give money. Qin Ming complained with empty eyes on the side.

Half an hour later, Qin Ming and Christine went downstairs together. A large number of people eating melons below were wondering who was winning and losing, but neither the casino nor Qin Ming planned to tell them about this matter.

"Thank you, sir, this time. Christine thanked her, and Qin Ming waved her hand, saying that she didn't care, there was still a period of time to go.

The two parted.

Qin Ming grabbed a piece of crystal, although he didn't know how Argus and their smuggling path was, but at worst, he could go with them.

Of course, in fact, there are a bunch of holy steps in their team, and they don't care about taking that path at all.

But whether it is Gandalf or Qin Ming, they are actually very chicken thieves. Save some things if you can.

Inside this crystal are some messages collected by the Hell Chamber of Commerce about the frontier and the land of chaos. This is very useful for Qin Ming. But the biggest gain this time is not either of the two.

Qin Ming looked at Meng'er and suddenly laughed, the other party thought that he was happy to win the gamble, but then he found that this smile was a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Meng'er asked tentatively.

"Nothing, let's go back. Qin Ming said.

In a dark alley in the White City, a couple of men and women kiss passionately on the street.

This is the erotic place of the White City, and many soldiers will often come here to vent their long-suppressed desires.

Crowley's long, dark red hair, neatly tied up in a ponytail, was tied behind him.

The nose moved, as if to absorb a certain taste. Generally speaking, this is a preparation before predation, but he does not want to hunt, but just to lock the position of the prey. To be precise, it's not prey either.

After finding it, it suddenly disappeared under the dim darkness and the salivating eyes of the girls.

Without that ability to charm, many girls woke up in an instant. Looking at the empty place, I don't know why I'm looking there, I don't know what I'm looking at, and I even forget to make out with the person next to me.

I just had a faint feeling that that place had the most beautiful thing in the world.

The feeling that that thing gave them, just looking at it was probably more enjoyable than multiplying their orgasm by a hundred. But suddenly it disappeared, like a dream.

Crowley watched from the railing, walked over to a man and a woman who were kissing, and coughed softly. But the man's body suddenly became stiff.

"I've seen the ancestors. He immediately turned around and knelt down, interpreting the appearance expressed by the trembling four words with practical actions.

"Is it okay to talk after eating?" Crowley ignored him, but looked at the girl.

The latter had a trail of blood left at the corner of his mouth, and there were also two wounds on his wrist that had been bitten by a vampire.

The young man's face froze, and he turned to twist the woman's neck before she could scream, and then abandoned her. Crowley didn't react much.

"Tell me why vampires are so common in the Lands of Chaos. I haven't been to the ground for a long time, and I don't know much about the distribution of forces among you, so it's not good to break the Six Precepts. ”

"Back to the Ancestor, there are currently one hundred and seventy-six vampire people in the ten generations recorded in the archives in the Land of Mixed Wheels. Twenty-one nobles. Nominally, they are all managed by the Twelfth Ancestor......" The young man came slowly, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Crowley, speaking of which, he didn't know which ancestor this was.

"And which faction are you?" asked Crowley.

"It is the ninth generation of the tenth ancestor line. ”

"Oh, got it. You can go, and, don't tell anyone else, I've been here. Crowley said, standing up.

The man nodded hurriedly and retreated in a panic. Then, at the other alley, he was killed by a silver throwing knife.

"Okay, over there, come out too. Crowley said again into another dark alley, but no one paid attention to him. Only a silver flying blade shot out, but it was caught by Crowley with one hand.

This is made of Mithril, a metal that has restraint against vampires in addition to being resistant to magic. Once touched, it's like skin encountering sulfuric acid. But Crowley didn't care about the green smoke on his hands.

Glancing at a special mark on it, he sighed, "Vampire hunter, there are fewer existences than the Blood Clan these days."

But I deliberately lured you here to know that I don't want to do anything to you, why are I so shy?"

Crowley said, but there was still no movement. The dark alley seemed a little empty.

"Run, forget it, don't care. Crowley's voice echoed through the alley.

(End of chapter)

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