There is an immortal truth that only a small drop of filth is enough to defile a large basin of purity.

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"Poof!"

It was as if the faucet switch was turned to the maximum at once, and the sound of the liquid squirting was almost explosive.

"Ahem!"

Caught off guard, he was sprayed in the face, and the old angel inadvertently swallowed a few drops of blood.

The blood was salty, especially that of this young angel.

He had lost a lot of water in his body during the torture, and if he didn't replenish it as soon as possible, he would be in a state of torment.

In the main city, the protection of the laws of heaven only keeps the angels 'immortal', and their sins will not be reduced in the slightest. The young angel was in the worst condition the old man had ever seen, at least he was still intact when he was thrown in.

The old man took pity on the victim in his arms, and he quietly took out a broken bowl from the wall.

His movements were so light, and at the same time, his eyes unblinkingly observed the guards outside the cell, and this movement must not be detected by the jailers.

There was a small half bowl of water in the broken bowl, which he usually saved quietly.

Because of the long-term precipitation, this bowl of water is already very clear.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and a look of pain flashed across his face, but he finally handed the bowl of water to the young man's mouth.

He had no other treatment at his disposal.

The only thing he could do was give the bowl of precious water, and pray, praying that the young man would make it through, that the damned law of heaven would work soon.

It's just that he didn't figure out the current situation.

This was by no means a situation he could handle, and the only thing he could do was not hand over half a bowl of water.

He should have called for help at Goldman Sachs immediately.

At least then there is a chance that he will be saved.

It's just that......

Now it's too late.

"Woo ......"

The young angel whimpered a few times, his eyes had begun to change color, and by the time the old man noticed the anomaly, his eyes had become a red to black color.

What kind of eyes are these......

After looking at each other for less than a second, the old man felt an incomparably palpitation, as if it was not an angel in distress who was staring at him at this moment, but some kind of fierce beast that should never appear in heaven.

"No!"

He had a premonition that things were going to go in a terrible direction, but it was too late.

The young angel in his arms seemed to be injected with new vitality, and he slammed into the old man's neck, baring a mouthful of fangs.

"Click......

The old man's screams were not uttered because his throat had been bitten and his throat had been bitten severe, and all he could do was the sound of running water running out after a water pipe had been ruptured—the same was true of a clean cut throat.

The mutation could be completed in less than half an hour, and the angel who had bitten the old man's throat frantically sucked the blood from his throat, and the red and black in his eyes became deeper and deeper as the blood continued to be sucked in.

"Roar!"

He took one last big puff and let out a loud roar.

With blood on his teeth, he looked like a ghoul who had escaped from hell.

"What the hell?"

The jailers outside didn't go far, but when they came back to check, it was empty except for the old man lying on the ground twitching.

The steel bars that enclosed the cage were squeezed into a bow, enough space for an angel to pass through.

"A prisoner has escaped!

One of the quicker jailers shouted loudly, only to see the horror in the eyes of his colleagues as he turned to give orders to the other jailers.

"Whew~Roar!"

He heard a strange noise behind him, and even felt a gust of hot air hit the back of his neck.

Then he didn't know anything.

A large black shadow large enough to envelop the world in front of him was reflected in the eyes of one of his last colleagues.

"Demons!"

For some reason, he recognized the race of the black shadow at first sight.

That was his last thought.

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I don't know how many days it took Rome to build, but heaven did fall in one day.

Ordinary civilians did not know what was happening, but suddenly on that day there was another brigade of 'demonstrations' in the streets.

That team was only about two hundred people, and even the higher-ups of the City of Angels didn't even pay attention to such a scale, and they didn't even bother to give an order like "send the chengguan brigade to disperse them".

What can be accomplished by 200 people?

Moreover, they engaged in 'silent demonstrations', which had no effect at all.

At this moment, the high-level officials of the City of Angels are busy with other things, and they really can't spare manpower and energy to manage the procession of only more than two hundred people in the city at the moment.

So, the two hundred or so people were "free-ranged" in the city, and they began to wander around, until eventually there were even a few strange people in cloaks and masks on every street.

It's a really old-fashioned outfit.

Does such a march really work?

Of course it's useless.

No matter what world it is, no matter who created it, only 'force' is the only 'hard currency'.

Regime comes out of the barrel of a gun!

It's just that the higher-end force will never be in the hands of these two-winged angels, unless they can grow one more pair of wings.

That's obviously not possible.

So, no one came out to support them, the residents hid in their houses and watched through the windows, and even the do-gooders began to bet on things like "how soon this group will disperse".

However, there may not be a winner in this gambling match around the demonstration teams.

No one can get more chips back than they wagered from this game.

Because......

"Boom. ”

underground, in a secret torture chamber.

As the alarm in the prison came from outside the door, Lin Ming took a hand behind his back and made a seal.

This seal is slightly different from the seal he made when he got up many "poisoned" angels in the secret venue, and it looks like the seal he made now is an upgraded and optimized version of the seal he made last time.

Softly, silently spitting out the spell that made the feast alive, Lin Ming made a look of horror in the disbelief eyes of Jennis, who had stopped his movements because he heard the siren.

"Brother Denis!What's going on?!"

His acting skills are so superb that it's as if he's completely unaware of it.

"I don't know, maybe there's something messing up there, these bitches, I've only been away for a while and you've caused something for me!"

Denis thought for a moment, and he threw the whip in his left hand to the ground.

"Let's go! Let's take a look! It's time for these dogs to be pulled out and practiced!"

This naïve guy didn't suspect the guy he should suspect the most.